Author's Note:
WARNING: This chapter is very dark and gruesome.
Reviews and Comments: To alix33: Thank you! To ThomasJAvery: Thank you! Yes, it was fun to go back through the original ASC bits of Sirius learning when and how Peter turned and then work them into The First Time Around. Thank you! To A Huge Fan: Yes, being stalked is always creepy! I like to think that Peter was a good person and to show that sometimes even good people can make bad and wrong choices. He wasn't evil, but he certainly did a lot of bad things. Yes, SeriouslySam is an amazingly talented writer! Backstabber is wonderfully written! I know the chapter in ASC with Peter's trial was definitely one of the twists Sam enjoyed when she read it and she was angry that I made her feel any sympathy for Peter. I think the work she concocted in Backstabber is brilliant in comparison. I highly recommend her story to anyone who hasn't read it. Those are exactly the kind of questions I wanted people to ask: How far would you go to stand up for your convictions? You want to think you would do the right thing and you hope that you would, but it does make you think. Thank you! To Sets: Poor Peter indeed. He is a little lost and scared. I love that, Wiz-port! What a great word! I might steal it :D Thank you!
To Nuno Neves: Thank you! Jily are so cute and hot in my opinion. I loved the idea of giving them time together to take a holiday with their friends and see some of the world. The beginning of Peter turning should make you feel both angry and sad. Thank you! To ellyann13: I think most people have the ability to sense when they are being watched to some extent. You get that prickly feeling and you look around for someone or something. Now, someone looking at you and someone stalking you is very different, but I'm just saying I don't consider it a special ability so much as a sixth sense. Thank you. To Bellmel: I also have holiday envy. Writing about it makes me feel less sad for not travelling. Aw, poor Peter. He didn't really fuck it all up, he's scared. Yes, Jily totally deserves this time together and with their friends. Being young and carefree while they can. Thank you!
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CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE:
The One Where Peter Is Kidnapped
December 1978…
Peter was crying and shaking.
He wasn't entirely sure how he'd come to be here. The last thing he remembered was that he was heading home to his flat and then… everything was foggy.
His hands and feet were chained to the chair and he was trembling all over.
A tall wizard with dark-hair streaked in grey was standing before him. He twirled his wand between his fingers, his sunken face and dark eyes seeming to stare at Peter in wonder and delight.
Peter knew exactly who this man was and it terrified him. He felt the warm liquid trailing over his thigh and down his leg and he couldn't even be bothered to flush in embarrassment.
Lord Voldemort was standing in front of him.
"Your father tells us that you are quite the accomplished young pureblood, Peter, with ambitions to work in the Ministry," he said, his voice smooth. The sound was charismatic and almost charming. Despite the fear it invited, Peter was surprised at how trusting it sounded. "I heard that you've recently been hired in the Transportation Department, but that you are hoping to find your way to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is that true?"
Peter nodded. "Yes."
"I can make that happen for you," the Dark Lord drawled. "I can simply snap my fingers and you can begin working at your dream job. Would you like that, Peter?"
Peter found himself shaking his head. "No."
"No?" The Dark Lord asked, turning to smirk at Rosier and Avery who stood around him. "You wouldn't like to follow your dreams?"
Of course he wanted to follow his dreams, he thought. He wanted to do something bigger and greater but he knew better than to let himself fall behind false promises. He knew what this man was capable of.
"I mean, yes, but not from you."
"Crucio!" a woman's voice shrieked.
Peter's body began to bend and stretch in ways that it shouldn't and he screamed. The pain was unbelievable. His eyes watered and to his horror, he pissed himself a second time.
"Enough Bella," the Dark Lord said, waving her off. "Let him speak." When Peter caught his breath, the Dark Lord smiled. "A brave Gryffindor — aren't all of you much the same?" He leaned closer, touching his wand along the edges of Peter's face. "You will join my cause."
"No, I won't!" he declared.
The spell hit him again and he screamed in pain. It was lifted almost as quickly as it was cast.
"You will join my cause."
"No, I won't!"
The spell hit him again and again until the Dark Lord merely smirked at him.
"Such resilience! I thought that you said he was a weakling, Rosier, not even brave enough to stand up for himself?" He leaned in closer, smiling a cruel and unforgiving smile. "You have bravery, oh, yes, but are you brave enough to defend others?" He snapped his fingers. "You are a pureblood wizard, why wouldn't you want to fight for the cause that understands you? That wants to see you succeed? I can give you everything that you have ever desired, Peter… things beyond your wildest dreams."
"I can earn them myself," he panted.
The force of the slap sent his head back and the Dark Lord only smiled.
"You are friends with two individuals that I find very interesting to me. One, a blood traitor who has escaped my grasp on two occasions now, James Potter. The Potter family interests me for many reasons and the monetary value of having their estate at my disposal would be greatly valued as Somerset is quite the grand scale, but having both Potter and Sirius Black, two blood traitors, and making them turn coat, my… it would change everything."
"James and Sirius will never follow you!" Peter declared, spitting blood out of his mouth.
Rosier backhanded him so hard that the chair fell over.
Avery used his wand to flip the chair back into place.
"You are weak, Peter! Do you think that your so-called friends are even looking for you? Do you think they care that you've been taken hostage? They don't even know that you're missing."
"You're wrong," Peter said defiantly. "We'll defeat you, you'll see!"
The Dark Lord only smiled. "Bella, dear, why don't you show our young friend what happens when I'm unhappy."
Bella smiled gleefully, standing on her toes and planting a small kiss on the Dark Lord's cheek. "Happily, my lord."
And then the real torture began.
She started with the Cruciatus. He screamed in pain as it tore through him over and over in short intervals that finally made his bowels let go again. When he was finally given a moment to catch his breath, he whimpered in pain, embarrassed to have shit himself somewhere along the line. He tasted blood on his lips and when Bellatrix twirled her wand again, spikes tore through his hands and feet; he howled.
Voldemort chuckled. "Are you ready to join me yet, Peter?"
Peter cried as he curled up into a ball on the floor. They left him to cry and beg for hours until finally someone came and took pity on him and ripped the spikes from his hands and feet. He screamed and begged for his mother, making the unknown masked figure laugh mockingly before he took off all of Peter's clothes.
He was doused in cold water repeatedly, washing away all of the blood and piss in between the freezing hits that made his skin burn. He choked on the water, coughing and trying to escape the frozen liquid to no avail. When it finally stopped, he was given a moment to catch his breath.
He curled up in the fetal position, trying to warm his frozen body until he felt someone kneel next to him. Hands gripped his arms and yanked him back up into the chair, chaining his hands behind his back. He looked up into the dark eyes of Alecto Carrow as she spread his legs apart, chaining his feet to the chair. She licked her lips and when her hands came up to fondle him, the warmth of her palm moving over him repeatedly was enough to make his cock jump. She gave him a knowing look and moved her hand more aggressively. He tried to shimmy away from her, but the chains bit into his ankles and wrists, preventing his movement, and to his horror, like any normal red-blooded man, his erection grew in her hand.
When she lifted up her skirt and straddled him on the chair, his eyes widened.
"No," he breathed. "No, please."
But she ignored him and pushed herself down on top of him. He hissed and she gave him a cruel smile.
"You have a lovely cock, Peter. I'm going to ride it."
"No," he insisted, trying to buck her off of him. "Stop, please."
She ignored him.
Peter's face turned red as he realized everyone was watching. He bit back bile, trying not to focus on the woman riding him. He tried to will his cock to stop cooperating, but it ignored him. When he was close to finishing, he almost whimpered his thanks that it would be over until she didn't let him finish. Instead, she moved away from him, leaving him hard and close to the edge until his cock calmed a bit before Bellatrix took her place.
The two women took turns, denying him his release as he cried and begged them to stop to no avail. They never did let him orgasm and instead, when they'd had their fill, he was unchained and tortured again with the Cruciatus.
It went on for hours and hors and with each rape and with each beating, Peter cried and screamed for help; begged for Sirius or Remus or James to save him.
But no one came.
And when he was finally left alone, he curled up in a ball, his body bruised and broken and used in ways he didn't want to remember.
And he sobbed.
~ TFTA ~
James paced back and forth, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. He looked up when Dumbledore came into the room, his eyes wide.
"Do you have news?"
"No," Dumbledore said, shaking his head. "The last thing anyone saw was Peter going home."
"That's codswallop!" James exclaimed. "How can he just go missing and no one notices?"
"We noticed," Sirius whispered, reaching out to touch his friend's arm. "We'll find him, Prongs."
"Pete's not like us," James hissed. "He's probably so scared and… it's been days, Padfoot. What if they've killed him?"
"He's not dead," Sirius insisted. "We'll find him, mate."
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Mr Pettigrew doesn't have any known ties to anyone in Voldemort's circle. It could be a coincidence."
"With all do respect, Sir, you don't believe that," Sirius spat. "Pete's our friend and there's no way he'd disappear like this without telling one of us; without telling his mother. Something's wrong."
Dumbledore nodded. "You know him best and as much as I'd like to be optimistic, I agree that it doesn't look good. We have spies trying to find something about where he might have been taken."
"Why would they kidnap him?" James demanded. "What does Pete have?"
"I don't know," Dumbledore admitted. "But we'll find out."
They did find out, but it took another three days.
It was Moody who managed to snag the intel. A friend of his from the Magical Intelligence Agency named Ian MacGregor. There was an abandoned warehouse in Liverpool that the MIA had reports of dark magic surrounding. MacGregor and his partner had been sent to investigate and confirmed there was someone being held prisoner there.
"Why aren't they going in?" James demanded.
"Because I asked them to wait," Moody responded gruffly. "It's been less than ten minutes, Potter. MacGregor's keeping an eye on things. He and Auror Weber have been coordinating on getting the wards down so that they can get inside. I told him that I had my own team I wanted to bring in."
"Are they part of the Order?" Sirius asked.
Moody shook his head. "No, but I trust MacGregor. Let's just say he's… a knight in shining armour. Now, you two are coming along. Let's go."
James and Sirius didn't need to be told twice.
They Apparated to Liverpool five minutes later and a tall blond man made of solid muscle moved over to them. He was dressed all in black and he was shaking his head.
"They had some type of fail-safe. We only broke through half the wards before they all took off."
"All?"
"Except for one prisoner," the man said.
James and Sirius exchanged a look before they rushed past the man talking to Moody to where the dark haired man with the reddish brown beard was pushing through the door.
"He's in bad shape," the man said. "I'm Ian MacGregor and that bloke in there has been through hell."
James swallowed. He waited for MacGregor to give him the go ahead and assure him the room was safe before he rushed inside with Sirius on his left. The sight of Peter chained naked and slumped in the chair was enough to make him pause.
"Pete?"
Peter's eyes were dazed as they looked up. "Not real," he whispered. "Jamie… Siri… you're not real."
Sirius' hand gripped Peter's shoulder. "We're real, Wormy. We're here, mate."
James broke through the chains, eyes on the bruises and cuts all over their friend's body. When they pulled him to his feet, he crumbled. James scooped him up into his arms and carried him out of the building as Peter passed out. They brought him to St Mungo's to be checked over. Remus met them at the hospital and when the three of them finally made it to his bedside, Peter blinked at them.
"How did you find me?"
"A friend of Moody's," Sirius told him. "Mate, we've been worried sick. We've been searching for you all week. You never showed up to dinner and when I found your flat empty…"
Peter closed his eyes. "He wants you."
"What?" Sirius exclaimed.
"He wants both of you," Peter whispered. "James has escaped him twice and Sirius… you're a Black. He wants what your names represent and the power you'd bring him. I was a means to an end."
"Fuck," James muttered, climbing to his feet. He dragged his fingers through his hair, making it look messier than usual. "Fuck."
"I told him you wouldn't follow him," Peter said.
"Of course we're not going to fucking… bloody hell, Peter! What did they do to you?"
Peter paled and shook his head.
"It's okay," Remus said, reaching out to touch his friend's arm. "You don't have to talk about it, mate. We're here if you change your mind."
Peter nodded, but refused to say anything else on the matter.
When he was released from the hospital the next day, the three of them went back to his flat with him and made themselves at home. They all refused to leave his side and despite the protests Peter made (James being engaged, Sirius and Remus having work to do) they were met upon deaf ears.
"We're not going anywhere, mate," James told him. "Not until you're healed and comfortable enough to be here alone. Lily understands. She's going to come by later with some dinner for you."
Peter nodded, but despite his friends' kind words and actions, when he closed his eyes at night he still saw Voldemort's pale face.
"You will join my cause," the voice hissed in the darkness.
Peter knew his nightmares were far from over and as memories of the torture he endured haunted his thoughts, part of him was terrified that Lord Voldemort might be right.