Peter waddled his chubby way through Hogwarts looking for his friends. He was running at such a quick pace for himself that he toppled over, cursing. He looked down to see a shadow cast over him. He looked back up to see the green and black cloaks of Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black, Bellatrix Black, and many other Slytherins who were only out for trouble. Peter knew this, but disregarded it because he knew he was lonely. He was so desperate for some sort of companionship that he would do anything to not be lonely anymore. He stood up quickly, and dusted himself off. He tried to look like he knew what he was doing, but he failed in the attempt.
"Off somewhere, Pettigrew? To find your little friends, maybe? They don't need you. Why do you always act like their slave when they treat you like dirt? They just think that you're a weakling, and that you can't take care of yourself. Be the better man, Pettigrew, and come with us," Lucius hissed these words at a very frightened Peter.
"Well, I guess I am a little tired of it all," he spat.
"Good. Now come with us. The Dark Lord wants you, Peter. He believes that you have the potential to be great. He sees this in you, my friend, even if Potter and those clowns don't. Come with us. The dark lord is anxious to give hear your thanks for his compliments."
Peter followed the Slytherins down through the forbidden forest to a portkey, hidden inside a large tree. He found himself whirling through the air, next to Lucius who was smirking at him the entire time. They landed next to a locked door that seemed to be very far away from Peter's dear home of Hogwarts.
Lucius looked at the door, and said, "The Dark Lord hath all of the power." The door swung open, revealing a tall man in a dark cloak, waiting on a floating chair. Peter sat down, feeling very anxious.
'What am I getting myself into?' he thought to himself. 'Well, I guess there's no backing down now, the Dark Lord would kill me if I left…'
"Bella, please do the honors."
Bellatrix Black walked towards Peter with a hot metal rod in her hand. On the end, was a shape that looked like a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth. Peter closed his eyes as he started to feel the pain of the burn on his left forearm.
"Well, Mr. Pettigrew, glad that you have finally joined us. I dare say that you will not regret this decision. Now, for your task. You are to act as a loyal ally to Dumbledore. I want to know everything that goes on to stop us. Any disloyalty and you face the severe consequences. Understand?" Voldemort's face was hidden by a black cloak, but Peter could hear the hardening in his voice. He nodded quickly, then listening intently to the rest of the meeting.