Fear washed over Peter as he stood near the back of the crowd of black hooded people. He was the reason they were all so happy, the reason that the snake-like man at the front was practically hissing in pleasure.
"Tonight, my faithful servantss, I shall eliminate a family that hass been a thorn in my side for so long. The Potterss die tonight!" Voldemort gleefully declared, as the Death Eaters cheered.
"And it's all because of one man," Voldemort beckoned and Peter, trembling, went forwards, "Are you pleased with our successs?"
"Y-y-yes, sir. Overjoyed." Peter stuttered.
A/N: Do let me know what you think...
