CHAPTER 12
"Whew, that was close", Violet muttered as she dusted herself off and proceeded towards the Pensieve. "Lets take it with us", she remarked, "Then we can look at the memories anytime, without intruding and sneaking up here." Agreeing silently, Peter shrank the pensieve and placed it in his pocket. The trio then made their way down the gargoyle's steps and carefully slipped out of the castle.
Finally making their way back to Dumbledore's house, Snape paled as he realised the task at hand. He really couldn't put it off any longer. The dark lord would be eager to hear of the attack, so after clearing his mind sufficiently, he apparated away, looking pale and frightened as he went to meet the dark lord.
He appeared in the Riddle manor to the sound of voices, one of which, was clearly Voldemort. Sighing, he stepped forward into the room, where Pettigrew, the little rat, sat there completing the lord's bidding. His eyes were now no more than slits, his hair, charred and dark, his frame skinny and angular, nothing like the tall handsome boy that Peter was, and like he himself, the dark lord, used to be. He heard the voice, silky like a hissing snake, "Is that you Severus?" he stepped forward… Here it goes…
"Peter. What do you think we should do about Harry? Should we go now to Privet Drive, because I think it would be a little rude to turn up at the wedding", Violet questioned, running her hand through his short hair.
"Not to mention controversial", Peter muttered, "Maybe we could just wait till Hogwarts?" he said hopefully, stroking the inside of her arm, and inside her robe. She smiled up at him, and brought her lips up to his. Still lip-locked, he reached for the back of her robe, and with a grin, vanished it entirely…
"Severus", the dark lord said, "How fitting that you should be the one to kill the old fool. He always trusted you after all. Why didn't I think of it before. You were really a much better candidate than Draco. Frankly, I'm sick of the family. Yo yo ing with their loyalties. They will all be killed now of course. I have Kakarrof on the task. But I have a much more important job for you my friend. Come here, sit. I will seal the room, so that little weasel can't hear then I'll share it with you…
It was the most amazing feeling, my body against Peter's. We felt safe together, in this house; secure, private and comfortable. Placing my lips once more on his sleeping body, I managed to lever myself out from underneath his arm and made my way downstairs. After a quick shower, I pulled on my nicest set of muggle clothes, and made my way down the stairs so that I could apparate…to Privet Drive.
"I am sure by now Severus, with brains such as yours, you will have realised that I have taken steps towards my immortality. As a result, I have preserved parts of my soul in objects of importance to me. I would like you to journey for me to the locations I am about to tell you, and check that all of them are intact. I do not have the time at the present to find these artefacts, but I shall give you information to get past the many spells and enchantments I have set. There is Slytherin's locket and ring, Helga's cup, Nagini is of course fine, the diary is destroyed by Lucius, the fool, my body, which is of course, evidently safe, and finally (whisper incomprehensibly). I trust you will not fail Severus."
"Never, my lord", he bowed, and swept from the room, his mind reeling at how perfectly Dumbledore's plan had worked.