Dear Peter,

I have been watching you for months now, and I am very sure that I can fulfill your wildest dreams.

Signed

Bellatrix Black


Bellatrix

What's in it for you?

Pettigrew


Dear Peter

What's in it for me, you ask? Why just the satisfaction of helping you relieve some of your tension.

Yours truly,

Bellatrix


I don't believe that this is all you want, my dear Bellatrix. I know you. I've heard of the things you can do and the things you need done. What do you want out of me?

Pettigrew.


Ah, you caught me Peter. But if you could tell I wanted in return, shouldn't you be smart enough to figure out what?

Bellatrix


Ms. Black

I would like to say that I do know what you want from me. But really I have no idea, and you know you aren't going to get anything from me before you give up that little information.


Peter, Peter, Peter. Tisk, Tisk. I am ashamed that you claim to know me so well but can't figure out what I could possibly want from you. You're a weak little rat, in reality…what should I ever want from you. But alas there is one thing. And it is a very big one thing.

You know you need the relief just give in. You know you can't beat me, I'll get what I want one way or another.

All my love

Bellatrix


Black,

What was with that all my love stuff? Hmm?

I maybe weak, but I will not give into you. It is one thing that I can not.

You are no good Bellatrix. You never were.

Pettigrew


Petti,

Hmm…I wonder what it would take to make you give in…what about…threatening to tell your beloved James Potter and my cousin Sirius, what you really are hmm?

I've got a post waiting to be sent. All I need is your refusal, one more time. But if you do give in…I will dispose of it and never speak of it again.

Bella


Black

What? What are you planning on sending them?

You can't seriously mean?

Oh Merlin.

You've won. They can't ever know what I am.

Pettigrew


Peter,

Good boy. The post has been disposed of.

Meet me at the Leak Cauldron, back corner booth at sun down, on the next full moon.

Bella


Peter put down his letter to look at the calendar next to his desk for the next full moon.

"This Friday," He said out loud to his empty flat.

He'd have to meet Bellatrix Black next Friday and be prepared for the worst possible thing to happen. Bellatrix, a women born to one of the most fully dedicate Dark declared pureblood families in England, is not known to take repayments lightly. There has to big something big behind this. And really…although Peter had made such a big fuss over this whole arangement, he had to admit, he did need relief of this tension, he hadn't had sex in nearly a year and it was slowly killing him. And really Bellatrix wasn't bad looking…well at least she hadn't been the last time he saw her, their last day at Hogwarts, 2 years ago.

Friday

Peter walks through the door into the Leaky Cauldron and made his way through the crowded tavern to the back corner. He found the booth empty and slid in, prepared to wait. As so as he had settled himself into his side of the bench a very lovely barmaid came a asked if he would like something.

"Just a bottle of Firewhiskey, thanks," He said with a dismissive wave of his hand and with a nod the barmaid went back into the mass of people to get his bottle. This is going to be a long night, Peter thought.

After a few moments of waiting the barmaid returned with the bottle and chilled glass. Peter immediately poured some drink and took a heavy swig, and nearly choked as he brought his glass back down to notice a very, very, scantily clad Bellatrix Black.

" Peter," she said and Peter nodded, entranced by the way Bellatrix' breast were rising and falling with every breath she took. Noticing this stare at her bosoms, she smirked and added, "Why don't we get a room, it'd much quieter."

Peter just nodded a response, and still hadn't torn his glaze away from her breasts, as Bellatrix called a barmaid over and ordered a private room. With a quick glance at Peter and then back to Bellatrix, the maid nodded and motioned them to follow her. Bellatrix stood and turned to follow the barmaid, snapping Peter out of his fantasies, for the moment. Peter realizing that they were leaving without him, quickly got up and followed the two lovely women up the stairs and down a long corridor before the barmaid opened a door and Peter followed Bellatrix in.

The room was dark, dressed with no lights, but Peter could just make out a bed. Soon Peter felt hands moving over his shoulders, and discarding his cloak. The mysterious hands that he knew vaguely to be Bellatrix', moved down his chest towards the hem of his shirt. A bite on his neck was followed by a gasp before a tongue jetted out at the newly bitten flesh and licked it clean of blood while the hands worked their way up under his shirt, to pull it off. The tongue moved to his ear and nibbled at it for a bit before Bellatrix finally spoke.

"You want me," she started, "that much is obvious my dear peter," and she thrust her hips into him and ground them into his. Feeling his hardness she let out a laugh and a pop was heard. With a snap the lights turned on and instead of a very sexy Bellatrix in front of Peter, touching him was a very, ugly Voldemort. Peter froze, too scared to move.

Voldemort let out a cackle and moved to sit down. "Peter Pettigrew," he started, his voice sounding like the harsh hiss of a snake, "It's nice to see you again. Please sit down, and I'll get started on telling you what I want out of you."

Peter didn't start walking over to a chair, he simply felt him self be pulled into one. When he regained his composure after being pulled and pushed Peter sat as far back in the chair as possible eyes wide and his mind racing. What could he possibly want? I'm useless to him, have no talent. What does he want with me?

And as if Voldemort had read his thoughts he started talking, " I need you to become a spy for me, to tell me where Potter and his Mudblood are hiding. Know this, Pettigrew, if you chose to put down this…offer, you will die, and if you become my spy, nothing will happen to you. So what do you say?"

Peter stayed quiet for a long while, processing which would be best, die to save his friends, or live…alone…It should have been a hard decision but Peter had never felt like they were his friends in the first place, he was really just extra baggage they carried around, and he really was getting tired of being a fifth wheel. He stood up and moved towards the chair that Voldemort was sitting in and stopped in front of him, holding out his hand.

"You've got yourself a deal, my Lord." He said with a bow. And the rest…was history.