I feel really bad, really I do. There was nothing I could do, as high school is definitely worse than I remember this year, and besides I'm leaving the country tomorrow for Italy, where my school won't let me bring my laptop so I can't even work on my writing! So please, please don't blame me, blame my school. And this was just going to be an A/N, but then I had an idea and needed to write it so here you go, shortest chapter yet (I think). Oh and just press the little blue-gray button at the bottom and review please!
Once the Pensieve had flown through the air and landed before him, Voldemort wracked his (quite extensive, in his opinion) brain for any information on Legilimency through memories. Luckily, he remembered something his old Potions teacher, Slughorn, may have said.
"If the memory is recent enough that the thoughts of the intended victim haven't changed, the Legilimens will theoretically be able to read the thoughts of said victim."
HWMNBN (He Who Must Not Be Named) grinned, an odd sight, and removing the memory, he placed it in the Pensieve and touched the swirling liquid.
The snivelling idiot, otherwise known as Peter Pettigrew, was cowering before the Dark Lord (memory version), having just informed him that the Potters had made him Secret Keeper. Why Voldemort hadn't thought to read his mind before, he didn't know, but now was as good a time as ever. He slowed down the memory just enough, and delved into Wormtail's mind. He searched frantically, wondering where the information could have gone. Then it hit him, like an Adava to the face. The Potters must have either died or changed Secret Keepers. The rat was lucky Voldemort had been going to AMAFDL, or Anger Management Anonymous For Dark Lords, or he'd be dead within the day. Even so, Peter was summoned, and Voldemort took out his anger a different way.
"Titillando!" The Dark Lord shouted.
Peter wasn't sure what was going on. He'd been summoned, and thought he was going to die, when Voldemort hit him, not with the Killing curse, but the tickling charm. Then again, Peter himself had betrayed the Dark Lord and become friends with Padfoot, Prongs, Moony and Lily again. All in all, this was a very strange day for the little rat.