Disclaimer: The characters and stuff don't belong to me. Final Quote from Goblet of Fire Ch. 33

RETURN OF WORMTAIL PART 1: BERTHA JORKINS

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The taste of whiskey made him shiver with glee. It was nothing compared to Madam Rosmerta's Firewhiskey but this was the best one could get in a muggle tavern.

Peter Pettigrew ordered another round. By pointing exaggeratedly at his empty glass and twirling his finger in the air to indicate more as he said slowly "Another Whiskey Please"

The barman didn't understand and seemed confused. He answered him babbling quickly in Albanian and Peter understood not a word.

"How daft could this man be" Peter thought "How could he not understand?"

"Whiskey Please" He said again loudly. The barman smiled and nodded but gave him nothing.

"This had been a bad idea from the beginning. And anyway if he wasn't back quick The Dark Lord would know of his little detour.

"Excuse me are you British?" Said a female voice behind him

"Yes" Peter said in a hurry "It's good to…" but he froze as he recognised the face of the speaker. She had been a few years ahead of him at Hogwarts and knew him. Bertha Jorkins.

"I couldn't help but hear you" she said smiling at sitting beside him.

She said something in Albanian to the barman who quickly served two whiskeys.

"My name is Bertha. Bertha Jorkins" se said

"I'm…Percy… Scabbers" He formulated the first thing that came to his mind.

"Have we met before?" Bertha asked, now surveying him carefully.

"No- I don't think I've had the pleasure" Peter said covering his face with his coat in a hurry. "I have to go"

He turned quickly towards the door. She put her hand on his shoulder and held him back

"Let me accompany you" She offered "It's obvious you don't know the language and you…What happened to you Finger?"

Peter pulled his hand away into his coat to hide the missing finger he had used to simulate his death thirteen years ago but it was too late she had seen it and by the look of concentration in her mind she already knew what she shouldn't. Peter thought of punching her and running but the bar was full of men who wouldn't appreciate that a man beat up a lady.

"You're Peter Pettigrew!"

"No" he stuttered

"I knew I had seen you somewhere!" She was maintaining a firm grip on his arm and Peter was trying to wrestle off "But you're dead...Unless...but why…" Peter freed himself and ran outside. Bertha followed him.

He had to get to the back alley where he would transform. But his Master would know what happened…

Bertha Jorkins caught him before he could think what to do.

"So it is true what Harry Potter said." Bertha Said holding him "That you're an Animagus and that you are the one in league with You-Know-who. I heard the Minister tell Amelia Bones in his office last week."

Peter did the only thing he could think of. He lifted his Masters wand and stunned

Bertha who finally became silent.

What was he to do know? He was unable to do a Memory Charm. If he left her here without doing so she would tell the Aurors and he would be in danger.

If he took her to his Master he would be severely punished, but then again even if he didn't tell his Master he would find out anyway. The Dark Lord always knows.

Peter heard voices. Somebody was coming. Maybe wandering Muggles or maybe the Albanian wizards attracted by use of magic in Muggle areas. In any case he didn't want to be found with an unconscious woman. He grabbed her and Disapparated. He had decided to go to his Master.

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"Wormtail!" Hissed a weak voice from a corner of the cave in the forest where Peter had just apparated. "What is this?"

Peter heaved Bertha onto the Floor and knelt before Lord Voldemort.

"I found her in a pub. She recognised me so I had to-"

"Silence" Voldemort said "I already know. Hand me my wand"

"Master…please!" Peter begged knowing why he wanted his wand

"My wand, Wormtail!" Voldemort said his voice becoming stronger

"Yes master" Peter said and hesitantly and slowly handed the wand upwards into the creature that was sitting on the rock and immediately began to twitch and scream with pain when it said.

"Crucio"

When it had stopped Voldemort ordered Peter to milk Nagini, the snake.

Peter whimpered at the sight of the dreadful snake to which he had a mortal fear and due to which he had to be careful to remain in human form and not transform into a rat when Nagini was around.

Peter went deeper into the cave to milk the snake and Voldemort turned his wand to Bertha

"Let's see what you know before I kill you."

"Rennervate!"

And she woke up.

"Imperio!"

And she fell into a sleepy trance

"Legilimens!"

And her eyes opened up

"What is your name?"

"Bertha Jorkins" she responded. Lord Voldemort was controlling her

"Where are you from?"

"London. I work at the Ministry of Magic. Department of Magical Games and Sports"

Lord Voldemort Smiled. A Ministry of Magic witch. She would have valuable information"

"Legilimens!" He repeated and this time he delved deep into Bertha Jorkins's mind as images flashed in front of him and he began learning many interesting things such as The state of many of his Death Eaters. They had escaped Azkaban and some were working with the Ministry like Lucius Malfoy, and Macnair. All Healthy and Whole.

He discovered that Karkaroff had sold his faithful informer Rookwood and was teaching at Durmstrang Institute. Following on that line he discovered interesting things concerning the Triwizard Tournament planning to be held at Hogwarts.

The images of Karkaroff's trial brought those of other trials where Bartemius Crouch had sent his Death Eaters to Azkaban. It was during the trial of the Lestranges that Lord Voldemort hit something very out of the ordinary.

A very strong memory charm had been placed. Lord Voldemort became intrigued and forced Bertha's mind further and broke the charm discovering something very valuable. Something very good. Something about a loyal Death Eater. Something that could help him return again to full power.

Bertha Fainted.

She had been overcome. Se was over-damaged and useless. Voldemort killed her.

"Master" Wormtail came running with the bottle of Snake milk in his hands. The sound of rushing death alarmed him.

"You have been lucky Wormtail" Voldemort said "She has proven useful"

"She…She has?" Wormtail asked incredulous

"Pack up quickly!" Voldemort ordered ignoring him "We have to move immediately. I have a plan.

To Be Continued….

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"Bertha Jorkins, who might have ruined all proved to be a gift beyond my wildest dreams for- with a little persuasion- she became a veritable mine of information … she had served her purpose. I could not possess her. I disposed of her"- Lord Voldemort