Bringing Back the Dead
Hey! Happy holidays! Hope you enjoy the 5th installment in BBTD! I will warn you that it does get a bit...err...violent. So if you're squeamish when it comes to well...torture...(not to give anything away or D)...then you might wanna jump to the bottom of this page where it'll summarize the events of the chapter.
5
Harry continued to point his wand directly at Peter's heart.
"Do you know who I am?" Harry glared down at the rat who had ruined his life.
Peter seemed to be attempting to think of an escape plan, his eyes were darting around obviously looking for some way out.
Temporarily forgetting his wand, Harry threw Peter into the wall behind him. His calloused hand held fast at Peter's throat, pinning him against the wall. Anger flashed in his emerald eyes, something never before seen in the Boy Who Lived.
The single streetlight down the alleyway the two were in flickered and went out, as if to announce the fate of Peter through a megaphone.
"My name," Harry smirked, "is Harry Potter."
Peter's eyes grew very wide and shocked.
"N-n-n-not p-possible. Y-y-you c-c-can't b-be."
"Oh...but I am." Harry paused to add to the effect. "Allow me to explain." He held his wand in the hand that was not pinning Peter to the wall and pointed it directly at him. "Silenco."
Peter's voice was extinguished. He looked (again) in panic at Harry.
"Crucio." Harry had heard once from Voldemort and his not-so-faithful Death Eaters that to use an unforgivable, you needed to want to cause pain. For the first time In Harry Potter's life, he wanted...he...wanted...to cause pain. And he did.
Peter silently screamed in pain. His eyes rolled in his head, and his body went limp. Harry let go of him, and he fell to the ground rolling and crying.
Harry lifted his wand, and Peter's pain stopped. He laughed as he stared down at the helpless form of Wormtail, curled on the ground.
"Well, now that we're past introductions..I believe a story is in order."
Peter looked up from where he lay curled on the ground, a small frown crossed his tear-streaked face.
"I'm afraid it doesn't have a very happy ending though. Perhaps we should...fix...that." Harry smirked again, as ropes flew out of his wand and wrapped themselves tightly in place around Peter's ankles and wrists. "And by the way...apparition won't work either...there's an anti-apparition jinx on those."
Once again, Peter's face fell.
"Now, once upon a time...not-so-long-ago...there was a weak-minded, dim-witted, poor man. His name was Peter Pettigrew. Beginning to sound familiar?" Harry studied Peter a moment before continuing, "Perhaps not. Anyway, he was a Death Eater. Voldemort was extremely strong, and gaining in power and it was Peter's way to fame...or so he thought. With his Death Eater palls he took part in torture, and later murder." Harry laughed softly, with malice as Peter's jaw dropped. "Yes Peter...or shall I call you Wormtail?...what I said was correct...murder."
"With their master they did many terrible things. But Voldemort's main goal-, " Peter winced at the name, "Surely you aren't scared of the name? Hmm...interesting. As I was saying, Voldemort wanted to hear the prophecy made about the boy that would bring around his downfall. Well...wants."
Peter's lips moved to form the words, So it's true then? What Severus said is true?
The prophecy ran through Harry's mind again, like it had so many times before. He really had always been a marked man. No..he had to stop this...no...
"NO!" Harry swallowed back tears, tears that he had held in for so long, tears that he'd longed to shed, tears that constantly fought to escape their prison behind his eyes. The man that had led Voldemort to his parents was here...and he would die for what he'd done.
Now breathing hard, Harry looked back at Peter. "Yes. Snape didn't lie about the prophecy. I am from the future, and I can tell you what will happen. You've already told Voldemort where my parents live, Snape has already heard Sibyll Trelawney give the prophecy, and has reported it to Voldemort also. That man you call "Master" will show up at my house in Godric's Hollow...and...kill...KILL...my parents because they will refuse to let him take their only son. James and Lily Potter will die, and when Voldemort will turn his wand on me at only age one...I will survive. That will only be because my mother died to save me, and my father died to save the both of us. However, a lightning shaped scar will remain on my forehead to remind me of that terrible time."
Harry pushed his jet-black hair away from his forehead to reveal the scar. Peter looked as though he might faint at this.
He mouthed at Harry, So...it...you...you...are...H-harry P-p-potter...?
Harry let his hair fall back down over the scar, ignoring Peter's comment he said, "The killing curse ment to kill me rebounded upon its' caster, and reduced him to less than a ghost. He had no body even. Voldemort lived in hiding barely keeping himself alive by possessing small animals for short periods of time. None of your little pals will return to him though. They aren't faithful. Not in the least. As soon as the Ministry of Magic learns their names, they will claim bewitchment and befuddlement. They will (for the most part) be released and cleared for life. Voldemort will remain in his helpless form for thirteen years, and then he will come back using your hand, the bone of his father, and my blood. His reign will be more horrible than ever, many more will die, his Death Eaters will return, and claim renewed loyalty. Dumbledore will die, Sirius Black will also...die...to save my life. I'm repaying them now, and changing history completely."
"Now, that's all in the future, but not for long...CRUCIO!" Harry smirked as Peter rolled around on the ground, silently screaming again and again. Harry lifted his wand.
"You killed me Peter...you killed me. Thanks to you...I was dead before I was born."
A flash of blue light lit up the alleyway, Peter flew back into the wall so hard, blood spurted from the back of his head. He was still tied by the ropes, and crying harder than ever.
Harry drew a dagger from the inner pocket of his robes. It was a speciality of a certain dark magic shop that Harry had entered a few days earlier. The dagger was silver, and its handle contained rubies encrusted into it.
He rolled up the sleeve of Peter's shirt, with Peter completely helpless to fight back. Harry drew the dagger down Peter's arm in the shape of a lightning bolt. Peter silently screamed and tried to draw away. Harry noted in the back of his mind that it had been smart to use Silenco.
Blood spurted everywhere from the open wound. "Funny how much more a poisoned cut can hurt...isn't it? Crucio."
Peter continued to roll, cry, and scream silently into the night. A cold sweat had broken out on his forehead, and he was sopping wet with blood.
Harry once again lifted his wand, and stopped the spell. "I don't believe you have long, my rat friend. How about another dose of pain?" Before Peter could respond, another wave of light hit him, causing him to forget anything he might have been thinking.
The man who had played a major part in ruining Harry's life was now nearly dead. If dementors had been there in that alley, they would have been dancing the conga around Peter's cold and clammy body.
His face was pale and sweaty, splattered with blood, and the places where Harry had cut him with the daggers were now tinged with purple and green. Harry felt some odd satisfaction though...seeing someone he hated this much so near death.
Peter tried to silently plead with Harry. Tears streaked his bloody and bruised face, and his clothing was also wet and dirty.
Standing directly over Peter, Harry looked down at him. "You killed me, Peter Pettigrew. Now is my change to repay the favor to you. Maybe I'll finish off your loving master too."
"Crucio, CRUCIO!" The wand was lifted.
Peter was so near death now, his eyes rolled in his head, pain rolled in waves whether or not he was under the spell of horror, and his body was beginning to go numb.
Harry continued to stare down at him. Aiming his wand directly at Peter's forehead, he whispered the incantation. "Avada Kadavra." Before he even said it, he knew it would work.
The flash of green light momentarily lit up the alleyway, then all was dark. Breathing hard, Harry turned away from the lifeless body of Peter Pettigrew...a.k.a. Wormtail the Murderer.
"I've suffered more than you ever did."
With the swish of a cloak, Harry Potter left the alleyway.
A/N: Hope you liked it! If you didn't read..well..basically Harry explained his story to Peter, and killed him. Please R/R! Next chapter coming soon! I promise! Soon! Have faith! What's up with all these exclamation marks? ..now that's more like it...
...and as a final and last note...HAPPY FREAKIN HOLIDAYS!