Lunarian: Greetings and salutations. That thinking cap still hasn't gotten here yet... so I'll just take some of this memory supplement. *Gulp* .........
Woah.... so that's what happened to my pre school's memories... yikes the horrors ahhhhh.... I better get you to the fic before I start having spasms.

* Night Terrors *

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~~~ Chapter 5 ~~~

~ A Silver Handed Cowardly Plague Bearer ~

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Time is a ever changing constant, it switches the power and control from one faction to another in the blink of an instant. Though in the ultimate scheme of things his place may wind up at the bottom, fate and time has led to his possesing the power he so craved during this interval in histories. With an almost visible hump due to a lifetime of servitude and prostrating before those of great power, this cunniving one time maurader, is Wormtail.

Though that could have been true but only a year ago, but he has changed. He may still seek solace in the feet of his master, but some of that long sought after power is his at last. Though despite his best efforts, his lord has never fully trusted him... the downside of a trechery most ominous.

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Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew, was in his common place... at his masters side. Aiding in the power transfer spell along with all the other Death Eaters, he is again thankful to his lord for giving him that gift of the silver hand. Peter had never been very good at magics, without supervision and guidance he was almost like a squib, but this hand is a direct endowment from his master... and it is power. Power to be a proper servant and carry out his orders, because now he does not need others help, now he is stronger then the average wizard. Master has been good to me... merciful master, forgave my cowardice and granted me the power I have always wanted. James would never have helped me like this, I would still be laughed at.

The thought of James Potter, and the rest of his former friends that he betrayed, still does not sit well with him. It is one of the biggest things weighing on his soul, the guilt for betraying his closest friends. No, I have to stop thinking of them. It was their fault for resisting my master, If they were smart they would have joined with me and we could still all be together... maurader Death Eaters, we could have been our lords most trusted and powerful followers. But no, they had to deny the truth. It is their fault. Many times at night, Peter lay awake thinking over his life and the things he has done, and constantly contradicting himself... guilt... shame... power... only when in service to his master can he truly focus on other things.

Wormtail was able to summon up his energy easily with a single murmuring of Invalesca magus augea, due largely to his power appendage. He could feel his bright silver aura, with speckles of red, flare up in await of his masters order. The dark arts are powerful indeed, to those willing to pay the price. He had shown his loyalty to his lord that night when he cut off his hand to perform the spell of ressurection, this ritual tonight was mere childs play now. This should prove to master I am powerful enough. How much of his magic is his own, and how much is modified through his hand, no longer matters even... they are forever intertwined.

The pain of the flowing energy is really nothing Peter can't endure, if his constant sufferings of the cruatius are anything to judge by. So while others of his masters' circle closed their eyes and gritted teeth in concentration for control and the will to withstand this strain, Wormtail gazed around his souroundings with an almost lazy air. All those colors and auras, but he really could care less, this was nothing too amazing. After experiencing life as an animal for many years, it would take more then a pitiful light show to impress him. Besides, Peter mostly is just waiting untill his master casts his own spells, to see true power and skill at work. This is why I serve, so that I can benefit from my masters power and wisedom. Under the light I would still be laughed at and made fun of for a slight error, but here I get the respect and utilyzing of my skills I deserve.

He watches in awe of his master as all of the magical force is concentrated into a single ball of might. Curious as the power his master can achieve he stares in utter awe as his master unleashes the final part of the spell. Such power...

Peter watches as the globe of dark aura smashes into the small glyph, totally obliterating it. Following the glyphs destruction was a bright flash and then nothing. Foolish ancients think they can keep out our master...

Quickly scurrying over to the Dark Lord, Wormtail asks, "Is all well, my lord?". Normally he would never try and directly gain Voldemort's attention but the spell did leave him with somewhat of a rush and he was feeling bolder then usual. Oh no.. why did I do that.. plz don't crucio me.. Feeling Voldemort's cool stare upon him, Peter quickly dropped to his knees and kissed the hem of his lord's robes in reverence. Then slowly he raised himself up with his head still bowed awaiting punishment for his brashness.

Luck was with him that day because after only a few seconds his master spoke saying, "Arise Wormtail, I have not the time to waste on insignifigant matters." Wormtail was feeling releived at this point, and walked back to his place. Looking around at the remaining members still conscious, he could tell that the Senior Death Eaters were almost all present since there were a few clusters around. No one is near me... just the green recruits... He was broken from his brief respite by Voldemort's sudden movement.

Walking swiftly yet surely straight up to the entrance of the shrine Voldemort commanded, "Lucius awaken Laurance, I have need of his speciality". Silently fuming at being slighted so, Peter fell in line behind his master sulking. It's not fair. Why after all this time does Lucius still have our Lord's favor over me. I've been loyal to master much longer. Did he have to cut off his own hand? NO All he does is sit in the lap of luxury... One day I'll get him... make him be the one to lose master's favor and suffer. Then I shall be the Dark Lord's right hand and have all the wealth and power I could want.He had thought that his actions at the cemetary this past year was enough to get inside Voldemort's good graces, but as he was slowly finding out that position is not so easily gained.

Peter watches as Lucius quickly strides over to the inert figure of Mr. Helmich. To his great delight the elder Malfoy doesn't seem to be able to get him up. Watching in smug satisfication as several quickly whispered enneverate's does nothing at all to rouse Laurance up, Wormtail's anticipation for seeing his nemesis in pain quickly grew. His eagerness proved to be justified as suddenly an air of menace sorounds the area as Voldemort's patience runs thin and apparates directly behind the preoccupied Lucius. Wormtail can easily see the signs of an immenent punishment and so he silently slinked off to the side for a better vantage point.

He proved to be just in time as a strong voiced "Crucio" rang out from the clearing followed by a brief yet piercing shriek of pain filled lungs. The much anticipated screams of torment was like phoenix song to his ears as he watches Lucius writhe in agony. Regretfully the joy was short lived as Voldemort stopped the spell and demanded of his follower, "You walk a thin line Lucius, I will allow no more delays. Awaken him!".

Watching from the shadows, Wormtail got a definitive thrill seeing someone else being put under scrutiny for once. Unfortunately it was cut short as Lucius calmly stood up and said, "My Lord, he will not wake. His magical energy is depleted in full.

Having a sudden feeling of foreboding as Voldemort turned to look at him, Peter hoped he wasn't going to be singled out yet again. It's not my fault damnit! With a narrowing of his eyes his master ordered him over to his side, "Wormtail come here." Stepping up to the Dark Lord, Peter replied in as measured a voice as he could manage, "Y-yes M-master?" What, oh what does he want now? Whatever it is it can't be good.

Peter was made to stand at attention before his Lord for a full minute before he was instructed as to his next task. Master really takes such pleasure in making me sweat. I really wish he didn't... maybe he is testing me for loyalty again? Maybe another gift for my services... Snapping out of his jumbled thoughts Peter listened to Voldemort's orders, "It seems that young Laurance doesn't have much magical power at his disposal, I shall rectify that later. For now, I have need of his expertise, Wormtail you will transfer your energy to revive him. Place your hand on the mark Wormtail. Lucius, do it. I shall prove master how loyal I am.

Placing his hand upon Laurance's dark mark, Peter readied himself mentally for another magical drain. Abscissium venas magus substantia auego. The excrutiating pain from Lucius's spell took him completely be surprise, it felt as if his arm was being ripped off and all the blood flowing to the point of contact. Ahh the pain! That bastard Malfoy... he did something to the spell.. Finally blissful unconsciousness overtook him and relieved him of the pain.

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Lunarian: Okay... I actually typed more of this out finally. So please review, help jumpstart my lazy bones to type more. Thanx.

REVIEWS

Thanks go to all who read and reviewed this.

Master Draconis- Thank you.

Caity- Thank you, I try.

SiriusBPadfoot- Glad you liked my first chapter, the eye catcher.

SiriusBPadfoot- A story can actually get less readable with too much description? I always felt it was the other way. Hmm, I'll look into that.

Blue Moon Pie- Continuing it, yes I am.

Jelsemium- Ch1: Thnx. Ch2: I thought so too, at least back when I started this. Ch3: I'm glad my attempts to give rational's worked, I tend to try and have anything done be explainable. Or, at least try. Ch4: I think you misread the focal point, Voldy wasn't at the Dursleys. He was at an ancient's shrine.

Aracelis- I did have fun thinking up that dream :p.
Ch2: That sentence was saying that Voldy's real evil, and that he has a new way to 'play' with harry. Ie: Torture/mindgames.

Ryoko Blue: ManyThnx.

Bellatrix Black: Thnx for R/R.

attackofthejello: An A+? I wish... No, I just searched for less common words to use. I don't think I can do that anymore, I just don't have time or patience.

Blue Moon Pie- What fight? The DE's did not fight, they took part in a massive group ritual to give Voldy the strength to break down the ancient's barrier.

Xirleb70- Not terrible helpful... but thank's for R&R'ing anyway.