AN: Um...anyone else besides Jessi that feels like reviewing?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Peter Pettigrew squirmed under the steady gaze of his master. "That's what I have learned…"
Voldemort felt disgusted as he looked at the dirty, fidgeting man before him. "And you think I have not known this already, Wormtail?" He ran his pale white fingers smoothly along his wand.
Pettigrew flinched. "But after hiding in the boy's coat pocket, I now know the location of the Order, master!"
The Dark Lord gave a flick of his wand, and the man slammed down to the ground, sobbing. "Please…"
"The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black," Voldemort sneered. "What does it matter if we know where it is? They can move out in a flash! Besides, the boy will be in Hogwarts now."
Pettigrew relaxed as his master placed his wand back at his side. "How will you defeat him, if…?" He asked timidly.
The Dark Lord laughed. "Now that he is no longer a threat to me, there is hardly any need to dispose of him, is there?"
"Yes, indeed," Pettigrew agreed hastily.
"Of course," Voldemort's grin turned malicious. "That doesn't mean we can't have a little fun with him. You said you heard Dumbledore mention that physical pain does not pass through the bond?"
Pettigrew bobbed his head up and down rapidly. "Yes, that is what he said-"
"Perfect." Voldemort rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "For all the trouble that he has caused me, Potter," he spat out the name, "is deserves what he is going to get."
Pettigrew shied away from the maniacal glint in his master's eyes.
"But…I wonder…how to reach the boy while he is in Hogwarts…" Voldemort mumbled to himself, sinking into a large armchair. A huge snake slithered out from underneath, making Pettigrew step back.
"Dear Nagini," Voldemort murmured, his lips curling up slightly at his servant's fright. "Oh, don't worry Wormtail…Nagini won't hurt you…at least not tonight…"
The snake was hissing. Parse tongue, Pettigrew guessed. It unnerved him to see his master and the snake speaking to each other. He felt awkward, as if he was not supposed to hear this conversation. Shifting his weight from one foot to another, he waited for the pair to finish.
After a few moments, the large snake slithered back underneath the armchair, and Voldemort turned back to Pettigrew, who promptly flinched. "Yes, m'Lord?"
Voldemort's smile grew wider. "Nagini had some good news for me."
Pettigrew forced a smile in return. "T-terrific, Master…" he stuttered.
"Yes." The Dark Lord leaned contently back in his armchair. "One of my faithful servants- Lucius, to be exact- has a house elf at his disposal. This particular house elf has access to Hogwarts, and Lucius has graciously allowed me control of her."
Pettigrew giggled at the idea. "Does that mean that you can get to Harry Potter now?"
The Dark Lord ignored him. Instead, he clapped his hands loudly.
A terrified creature appeared in front of him, trembling with fear and trepidation.
"S-S-Stumpy at y-your service," the house elf shrank under the Dark Lord's gaze, similar to Pettigrew.
"What a pathetic being," Voldemort smiled. "I'll just have you know that the second you disobey my command, you will be punish severely. Wormtail can testify to that."
"Yes, m-m-master," the house elf kept her fearful eyes trained at the ground.
"Stop your stuttering, you dim-witted thing!" Voldemort snapped.
The house elf rapidly stuffed her fist into its mouth.
"Now, you know your commands," Voldemort drawled, loving the control he had over the helpless creature.
Stumpy nodded her head speedily, fist still in her mouth.
"Then what are you waiting for? Get going!" He suddenly roared. His voice reverberated in the silent room.
Stumpy gave a stifled sob, and then disappeared. Pettigrew flinched again as the Dark Lord looked over to him.
Voldemort smiled cruelly. "It is amusing to scare them like that," he smirked.
"Ha-ha, it was so funny," Pettigrew quickly said, forcing out a high-pitched giggle.
Voldemort glared at him. "Silence, you insolent fool!"
Pettigrew snapped his mouth shut. He never knew what his master wanted; he would never please his master.
The Dark Lord stared at him impatiently. "You will only talk when it is my desire that you do! I cannot stand you gibbering away like an idiot. Now leave! I have important business to attend to."
Pettigrew scurried away, before he did something else upsetting to his master. At times being the servant of the Dark Lord was torture, but it was nothing like what that boy would go through when the Dark Lord got to him. Yes, Pettigrew thought fervently as he rushed down the hallway, he was sure glad he wasn't Harry Potter.
