There is a Choice
Chapter 1- The Recruit
"We must get the boy." A cold voice stated from the shadows, "His allegiance would be most helpful to our society."
"But, milord, do you think that he will join? Considering…ah, recent events?" replied a short and timid man pacing in front of the fireplace. The shadows cast by the fire hid his face, but his identity was unmistakable when one looked at what appeared to be a silver glove on one of his hands.
"The murder was necessary. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good. If he doesn't understand that then he is not fit for the organization, in which case" the man paused, "the boy will meet the same fate."
"Yes, sir" Pettigrew assured his master, "But how shall we get in contact with him?"
"We send an owl; give him 48 hours to respond."
"And if he doesn't?"
None other than Lord Voldemort himself stood up and walked in the direction of Wormtail. A smirk spread across his horrendous face, exploiting a marred vision of a man. He gazed intently at the blazing fire and said, "If that is the case, then I suppose that I will be forced to recruit him personally."
Pettigrew, looking as though he was about to burst into tears from being so near the terrible body of Voldemort, trembled, "Of course master, it would only be right."
There were a few tense moments of silence, when, through bared teeth, Voldemort looked to Pettigrew and hissed, "Why am I burdened with servants who do not understand how to take orders? Did I not just tell you to send this boy an owl?"
"Well, I didn't think- we were discussing it, but I didn't know..."
"Do you dare propose that I did not ask you? Am I a liar? Look at me and tell me!" Voldemort had risen to his full height and was pointing his wand at the shaking lump of a man on the floor.
"I am a disgrace sir; I will go send the message at once. Forgive me."
"You, Peter are weak. I am ashamed to be in your company. But I will not kill you just yet. You have been a semi-valuable resource to me, and I feel that you will be of some aid in the near future. As for the letter, I will send it. An asset as important as this boy should receive word from none other than me."
"Thank you sir, you are most wise. Shall I go prepare your quarters for your evening rest?"
"Yes, at least you will be out of my way. Milk Nagini while you are at it."
"Yes, master"
As Wormtail skittered out of the room, Voldemort walked over to his desk. Quickly, he enchanted a quill, which began writing at his command. Looking at the parchment he uttered, "Dear Ronald Weasley,"