Hello everyone! For those of you who feel sorry for Wormtail and think that Barty picks on him too much, you're in luck. Because Barty is not in this story really, and the star is Wormtail! But if you think he has a jolly good time somewhere happy, then think again, because where he goes is every Death Eater's nightmare, this place is so dangerous, so deadly, that hardly any of them ever go there. This place, is the supermarket.

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Wormtail goes to the shops

"Where on earth is the jam?" Lord Voldemort asked, rummaging through the cupboards. It was the morning, and he could not find his favourite reduced sugar strawberry jam anywhere.

That may have had something to do with April fool's day the previous week when the Death Eaters had thrown a large amount of jam at Barty Crouch Jr for hanging Voldemort upside down from the ceiling. Since then, Barty had remained uncharacteristically quiet, and hadn't pulled any practical jokes for days, he hadn't even kicked Wormtail, which was very odd, but still, it was probably for the best.

"WORMTAIL!" Lord Voldemort yelled.

"Yes my lord?" Wormtail asked, running into the kitchen.

"Where is the jam?" Voldemort asked.

"Ah," Wormtail replied. "Well Lucius used the last pot to make a sponge cake, and it didn't turn out too well."

"Go and get some more," Voldemort ordered. "From the muggle shops."

"But my lord!" Wormtail whined. "Can't you just magic some up?"

"No," Voldemort replied. "Because then there would be no story."

"But I was just pestering Barty," the minion protested, annoyed that he should be dragged away from annoying the person he despised most.

"I wouldn't provoke him," Voldemort replied. "He hasn't been himself lately. Here's £100. Get as many pots of jam as you can fit in the trolley." He passed Wormtail the money.

Wormtail sighed, and walked out of the door glumly.

He arrived at the supermarket a few minutes later, and pushed a trolley through the big automatic doors. As the trolley was a bit bigger than himself, he found steering a difficulty, but soon found his way in.

It was a very large place, filled with people pushing trolleys and pulling screaming toddlers.

Wormtail knew that muggles shouldn't see him. He was all over the news when Sirius Black supposedly killed him, to have the unsuspecting muggles see a person who they thought were dead would not be good.

Luckily for him, his face was mostly concealed by trolley, so nobody could really see him.

He looked up at the ceiling to see the signs for the aisles.

"Dairy products," he muttered to himself. "Meat, biscuits, preserves!"

He looked at the sign again.

"Damn." He said to himself as he realised that the particular aisle he wanted was on the other side of the supermarket. There was no way that he would get there without being seen. Then he pictured himself going home without the jam. Voldemort would definitely be angry, perhaps even crucioing him, he wouldn't put it past him.

He sighed to himself, he had to try.

He pushed the trolley a step further and then realised that this was impossible.

Suddenly, he saw an aisle marked 'clothes for the holidays.' A sudden though hit him and he hurried towards the aisle.

A few minutes later and he appeared from the aisle wearing a large brown overcoat, a rainbow coloured sun hat, a pair of dark sunglasses, and high heels to make him a bit taller.

He looked nervously around; so far the coast was clear, he grabbed the trolley and ran through the aisle to the next one. There was an old lady picking out a bag of mini cheddars. He gasped and flung himself behind a display of corned beef tins, unfortunately sending them tumbling to the ground.

"Help!" The old lady cried as the cans swarmed like an avalanche over her trolley.

Wormtail scrambled out of the pile and grabbed onto the trolley as a security guard skidded around the corner and ran towards him.

"Stop right there sir, er, miss, er… you hooligan!" The guard cried, but, like every other Death Eater, Wormtail had no respect for muggle authority, and so sped round the corner on his trolley, crashing into a young muggle man.

"Hey!" The man cried as Wormtail sped off again.

"There he is! After him!" The security guard cried, he had obviously acquired quite a following as thirty muggles at least were running after him throwing oranges, apples, lemons, and various other fruits at him.

Wormtail ran around the corner into a deserted aisle, he dropped to his knees and crawled under the tall shelves. He heard the footsteps of the muggles and fell silent.

"There's his trolley!" A muggle woman said. "But he's gone!"

"This way!" The guard cried, and ran in the opposite direction.

As soon as they had gone, Wormtail scrambled out from under the shelves, grabbed his trolley again and drove it up the aisle.

"There!" The guard cried as the growing mob of angry shoppers ran in Wormtail's direction.

There was no other option, Wormtail gave the trolley a hard push and leapt on it, he somehow manoeuvred it into the preserves aisle, piled as many pots of jam into the trolley as he could and sped off again.

"Oh no," he said as he noticed that the way out was blocked by muggles.

He picked up as much speed as he could, slammed the money down on the counter as he passed it, and went speeding recklessly towards the automatic door.

CRASH!

Muggles went flying as the trolley collided with them and Wormtail went whizzing out into the car park, at last he was safe.

Wormtail arrived, panting back at the Death Eater's house, pushing the trolley full of pots of jam.

"Here you are my lord," he gasped, arriving in the kitchen where Voldemort was sitting. "Your jam."

Voldemort picked up a pot and looked at it disdainfully.

"Er, Wormtail," he said. "This is Blackberry jam."

"So?" Wormtail panted, hardly believing his ears.

"I wanted strawberry." Voldemort replied.

Wormtail collapsed. The things he did for his master.

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Hope you enjoyed that! Next chapter is dedicated to Lucius Malfoy, master baker! Coming soon!

Red Gnome.