Hello again! After much thought, I have decided that I will continue with this story line, I've fleshed out the plot and I can't wait to write it all down.

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I'm Coming for You

Chapter 2

Peter Pettigrew was a little more than apprehensive at that very moment, as he scuttled through the halls of the large and rather grand muggle residence which had been, conveniently empty and available for use.

It was dark outside, the moon shining bright against the black void that was the sky. Peter flinched when he looked at the moon, it wasn't quite full, although it had been a few nights previously. He shut his eyes and sighed at the memories that came rushing back, the images of his former friends and their nightly escapades every full moon flashing behind his eye lids.

It had been early when he had felt the all too familiar burn on his left arm, signalling him, demanding him to fall in at his master's side. Peter shivered, feeling as if the red eyes of the Dark Lord were already resting upon him. Now he was hurrying to find the dark wizard, wondering all the while, why he had been called upon. Every since the boy's escape from the grave yard, the Dark Lord had been reluctant to address his followers, and when he did, he frequently lost his temper.

The hours after the boy's escape had been some of the worst in Peter's entire life.

Brushing this memory aside, Peter hurried his pace and tried to calm his nerves, frowning at the shaking of his limbs and the furious beating of his little black heart.

Turning down a dark corridor, he jumped when he heard a crash emanating from the room beside him. Before he could investigate further, the door slammed open and out strode a tall man, clad in all black, his wand out and pale face screwed up in anger.

"You're weak Snape!" An unknown deatheater called after him, albeit rather weakly. "He won't be forgiving, not after what you've done."

Snape glanced at Peter and ignored him, turning back to face the room. He raised his wand ever so slightly, but did not attack.

"I don't need to hear your incoherent tones you foolish boy." Peter flinched at the ice in the man's voice, hesitantly taking a step back. "Do not bother me again, next time I will not be so kind."

And with that he walked from the room and slammed the door shut with a flick of his wand. Peter was about to scurry away when he felt the man's eyes on him, pressing him against the wall with their furious blaze. Peter couldn't- wouldn't look up at him.

"I am to accompany you to the Dark Lord," Snape sneered dangerously, making Peter look up at him in astonishment, catching the glimmer in the man's black eyes. Peter coughed nervously and internally cursed himself for his weakness.

"R-r-real-really?" he managed to get out before glancing back down at the floor again, unable to keep looking at the man across from him.

"As unfortunate as this situation is, I implore we make haste, or the Dark Lord will be displeased, he does not take well to tardiness." Snape continued on in a dark tone that was laced with a small trace of sarcasm.

"I know what he's like!" Peter said angrily before he could stop himself.

Snape smirked and raised a single brow,

"But of course, you are one of his most faithful followers, are you not?"

Peter shifted uncomfortably and wished he had more control over himself. He shouldn't let Snape provoke him, for in reality, Snape was the one to fear the Dark Lord, for he had not returned in the grave yard that night. Peter had sacrificed much more than the other man and decided that he would not be roused by him any longer.

As if reading his very thoughts, Snape leered at him before turning sharply on his heel and striding down the hall way, not looking back.

With a huff, Peter followed quickly, not wanting to be left behind.

As they approached the double doors that separated them from the main hall, a cool breeze rushed from nowhere and blasted them across the face, leaving them both ruffled and more than a little uneasy, although one showed it less than the other.

"Wh- what was-s t-that?" Peter said, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Snape ignored him and knocked loudly on the doors, waiting for their call.

"Come" was hissed after a few seconds and Peter held his breath as Snape walked in, letting the door swing back in his face. Peter yelped a little but pushed through and glared at the retreating form of the potions master.

The Dark Lord stood facing a large window that made up most of the far wall, letting them see a view of the rolling countryside and far in the distance, some mountainous peaks. The moon light was flooding in and glinted off the features of the Dark Lord, illuminating his bone white face and revealing his snake like features.

"Ah- Severus, how nice to have you finally join us." His voice was soft yet dangerous and did nothing to prepare either of them for what he did next.

Spinning around he flung a curse at Snape, leaving him rolling on the ground and holding back a scream. Peter jumped and could only watch as the other man was tortured. He fidgeted and wished it would be over soon, he didn't think his nerves could take the tension any longer.

Finally the curse was lifted and Snape hauled himself up from the flow and bowed before the Dark Lord as he stalked towards them, twirling his wand between his fingers threateningly.

"Pray tell me Severus, why you couldn't join me on the night of the final task?"

He walked slowly around Snape, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"I could not arouse suspicion; I was at the headmaster's side. If I had left, he would not see fit to present me with information any further. I would become useless to you my Lord."

His tone was a little rough, but his words did not waver and Peter begrudgingly respected the man for it.

"That is a very delicate question, is it not Severus?" The Dark Lord hissed, stopping in front of him and glaring.

"My Lord?" Snape managed to get out before he was thrashing under the torture curse once again. After a few minutes the Dark Lord lifted his wand and considered the man at his feet, who was gasping and coughing, trying to catch his breath.

"Are you, or are you not faithful to me Severus?" The Dark Lord questioned.

Snape knelt before him and bowed once again.

"Yes, of course my Lord, I never lost faith."

The Dark Lord looked strangely down at the man before turning from him and motioning him to get up and face him.

"I do hope so Severus." He hissed in a threatening tone that would have had Peter trembling on the ground if it had been aimed at him.

"I am faithful my Lord, I promise you." Snape said in a strong voice, looking at the Dark Lord with a determined gaze. Nodding, the man turned away from him and walked towards the large window once more.

"Potter, what became of him once he escaped?" He enquired softly. Snape pulled at his robes and pushed his hair out of his face before replying.

"He was almost killed by Crouch once he returned, but Dumbledore managed to stop him." Voldemort nodded, not showing any emotion and not turning around. "He was then taken to the hospital wing and tended to, but Fudge deemed it appropriate to enter the castled, flanked by Dementors, which upon finding Crouch, devoured his soul before they could be stopped.

He then visited the hospital wing where he was confronted by Potter with the news that you had returned."

Voldemort turned his head to the left and a smirk could be seen on his face.

"Go on Severus."

"Fudge denied the knowledge and left, naming Potter a liar and Dumbledore a fool for believing him. News of your return has not reached the public my Lord." Snape bowed his head and waited.

The Dark Lord remained silent for a while before chuckling darkly and turning to face them both.

"Excellent." He muttered, walking towards them slowly before stopping about a foot away. "I will call for you again soon Severus; do not fail to answer my call again." He said, dismissing Snape in a cold voice with no underlying threat. Snape nodded, glanced at Peter before sweeping from the hall, the doors closing softly behind him.

Now left alone, Peter began to tremble a little, he licked his lips and stole a glance at the Dark Lord. He was frowning ever so slightly but he was not looking at him. He began to pace in front of Peter, as he looked at his wand, his robes billowing around him a little.

"I discovered something quite remarkable tonight Wormtail." He said quietly before he stopped pacing and looked at him, his eyes narrowed and glinting dangerously.

Taking a deep breath to slow his heart, Peter looked up,

"Oh, My Lord?" he said shakily, making the other Wizard smirk darkly.

"Yes, indeed. I had quite forgotten until tonight, when a felt a presence leave me. I must say, I had forgotten, but now, after being restored I would have guessed it would have triggered something."

Peter was staring at the Dark Lord; he didn't understand anything he was saying to him. He hoped with all his might that he would not be cursed for his stupidity.

As if reading his mind, the Dark Lord laughed and walked dangerously close to Peter, who stayed rooted to the spot, fear freezing him.

"But of course you would be confused dear Wormtail, come- I have something to show you." And with that he spun around and walked towards a desk to the side of the hall. Peter hesitated and then followed, shivering with worry and anticipation.

The Dark Lord reached the desk and opened one of the draws, with a cold smile he delicately pulled a large square object out, which looked to be made of solid sliver. He held it up in the moonlight and it glinted threateningly.

"This, Wormtail, was one of my many experiments regarding the capture of the soul." He looked down at Peter and smirked when he found his confused expression once again.

"In my first rise to power, I had started wondering about how I could gather more followers, the use of fear was proving to be quite apt, but I needed something more to persuade the more defiant wizards and witches. So I devised an object that would capture the essence of somebody –their soul- thus keeping them alive but only to ponder on my offer." Voldemort paused and glanced at the window, his eyes searching.

Peter stood transfixed by the object. What did this mean? Did the Dark Lord not trust his loyalty; did he want to test it out on him? Peter shivered; he certainly didn't like the sound of the object. He jumped when the Dark Lord chuckled and placed the object down on the desk and walked around to stand behind Peter.

"I had not tested it until the night of the 31st of October, 1981..."

Peter stiffened and felt a cold chill sweep throughout his entire body, he felt sweat on his brow and he began to shake a little more visibly.

"Mm-My L-Lord-?" Peter whispered, debating on whether he wanted to hear what was coming next.

"Your friend James Potter became quite an interest to me on that night, after we duelled, but he refused my offer, insisting on protecting that filthy mudblood and his child."

"Y-you di-didn't?" Peter said quietly but desperately. Voldemort was right behind him when he whispered in his ear.

"I believe James Potter is quite alive once more."

Peter closed his eyes and let out a ragged breath, trying to hold back to sobs of fright he so wanted to release. But he remained quiet and trembled before the Dark Lord.

"To think that Potter is once more among the living got me thinking Wormtail." He paced around to face him and crossed over his arms and smiled darkly. "What a weapon he would be against young Harry Potter. Don't you agree Wormtail?"

Peter remained quiet and merely gave a shaky nod.

The Dark Lord seemed satisfied and walked away from him.

"I want him found Peter." And then he turned to the window once more, as if the whole encounter had not occurred. Peter managed to hold back his sobs as he hurried from the room, the manner and the area. Only once he had apparated did he allow them to overcome him and reduce him to a snivelling wreck upon the forest floor, he lay down in the dark and let the tears roll down his face, before drifting off into a troubled sleep that left him tossing and turning relentlessly.

August 18th 1995

James Potter came to with a groan. He was confused and a little chilly, he froze when he felt a bed beneath him and a light cover draped over his chest. Slowly he tested his limbs to see if he had been hurt. He could not find any damage but had a sneaky feeling he was being restricted by something. Upon opening his eyes he found himself to be correct. Both his arms and legs were bound by thick ropes, his arms attached to the side of the bed. He started to panic. He didn't have the slightest clue where he was or in fact why he would be tied up.

The last thing he remembered was stumbling into the nearby forest and trying to find his way about, unwilling to face the human world for now. He had even contemplated changing into his stage form but did not want to push himself to the limit.

He must have been followed and stunned and then taken here. James frowned, what would anyone want from him, according to anyone he was long dead and forgotten.

Struggling he tried to sit up and look around. He managed to get into a half raised position before his bonds started to dig in painfully. Looking around he saw that he was in a simple and rather small room. There was a small window near the ceiling, covered by a moth eaten certain. The walls were painted white but looked a little worn, dust covering the lower parts of the wall where the paint was starting to peel. There was a small chair by the four poster bed that was pushed up against the furthest wall from the wooden door.

The drapes that hung from the four poster bed looked old and faded, as if they had been exposed to excessive sunlight and had aged. For some reason something inside of him stirred, as if h recognised those drapes, but he brushed it aside, worrying about how he would escape and who he might have to face on the way.

James had collected his wand from the front of the robes he had been buried in, but now it was gone and James was feeling a little anxious without it.

Roused from his thoughts, his attention was called upon as the door from across him opened slightly, creaking as it did. James squinted into the darkness as the person evaded his sight, lingering in the door way.

"Show yourself." He croaked weakly, coughing a little to clear his throat, "Who are you?" he said a little more forcefully.

There was a sigh from the door way and the person reluctantly stepped through and into the room where James could see him better. The man would not look at him; in fact he stared down at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the entire world.

The man was shabby to say the least, he was wearing dark robes that where torn at the edges and frayed at the sleeves and there was dust over his shoulders and his shoes needed a good polish. The man was a little plump and he had wiry sandy coloured head that was receding, leaving a large forehead with deep creases. He was unshaven and his small eyes darted around in his sockets.

James felt his stomach go cold, there was only one person that he knew which could resemble the man before him, but he thought he was long dead, or insane from torture.

The man finally took a hasty glance up at him and James gaped at him, forgetting about his position and what his appearance might mean.

"Peter? Is that you?" James swallowed and allowed a small laugh leave his lips. "I can't believe it, you're alive!" he exclaimed, frowning when he saw the other man flinch.

"I c-could sa-say the same a-about you... James." Peter replied, looking up but not meeting his eyes properly. He walked over to the chair and sat, wringing his hands in his lap and tapping his foot slightly. James could always read Peter like a book, so he knew when he was nervous, and right now James thought he hadn't seen him this nervous since Snape had almost been killed that night by the shrieking shack.

"Well- yeah, I don't really know- what's going on Peter?" James asked after a long pause. Peter wouldn't look at him but he could see the sweat on his brow.

"Can you let me up? I don't know what happened but I think someone is trying to-"

"I can't do that James." Peter interrupted quietly. James looked at him and frowned, why was the man so scared around him? Had Peter given him reason to be angry?

It suddenly hit him and James looked at Peter hungrily.

"What happened that night Peter? How did you get away? I thought- that- I thought you would have been killed."

Peter laughed nervously, shifting his weight in the chair.

"Yeah, that would have been a problem if I had actually tried to escape him James."

James frowned and stared at the man,

"I don't- I don't understand- what do you mean?" He said slowly, feeling the cold creeping into his body once again and clutching at his heart.

"The Dark Lord is very hard to resist James." Peter said sadly, balling his hands into fists.

"What? You mean- how- what are you doing?" James asked as Peter stood and started rolling up his left sleeve. "Peter- you- you didn't?"

His friend ignored him and James watched in horror as Peter revealed his inner arm to him. The dark mark burned black on his pale skin, it screamed out at him and James felt all of his breath leave him.

"You joined him?" He said dumbly, feeling his anger starting to rise, but the pain of Peter's betrayal kept it weak within his heart. "How could you- when did it happen?" He asked desperately, hoping that Peter had been made to join after his death and his wife and son's.

"Before you went into hiding." Peter said dully and looked away from James.

"Before- how, what- how could you!" James managed, raising his voice a little, but he could not keep the hurt from sounding in his voice. "He was my son- he died! Because of what you did and Lily too!" James was struggling against his bonds, he wanted to punch and kick and even kill the man before him, the man the once was his friend.

Peter had flinched but had not moved, after a while he slumped into the chair and put his head in his hands.

"Harry's not dead." He said quietly,

"Lily was your friend! We trusted you- I trusted- ... What?" James had stopped short, Peter's words finally registering in his brain. "Harry- What?"

"He's alive James, the Dark Lord tried to kill him but it bounced off..."

"Harry's alive?" James whispered, his eyes going in and out of focus.

Harry, he's alive, he didn't die... Voldemort couldn't... he's alive... Oh my God... Harry!

"Yeah-" Peter started but James didn't care, he talked over him, his tone harsh.

"Where is he?" He demanded, staring at the man across from him. "WHERE IS HE PETER?" He screamed, straining against his bonds.

"With his Aunt and Uncle, they brought him up." Peter said in a dead voice, avoiding looking at the man on the bed.

"With... What? Sirius should of- why is he with his Aunt?" James asked, confused. Surely not, she'd never take him in, she hated me and anything to do with magic...

"Becoming a deatheater is a little more than hard to resist, it seems..." Peter said, his face creased and his eyes flickering around the room, avoiding James and his heated gaze.

"Sirius would never- he couldn't- wouldn't!" James said desperately with anger lacing his words, how could he even suggest that his best friend would turn on him like that.

Peter looked like he was struggling with something before he went red and shouted,

"HE WAS IN AZKABAN JAMES! WHAT ELSE COULD THAT MEAN?" He took a few deep breaths, "He betrayed you to James, we all know it."

James felt like he had been smacked around the face. Sirius? Azkaban... No, right? He'd never... What...

His head was spinning and he glared at Peter.

"I want to see my son, let me go Peter! I want to see my son!" Renewing his pulling at his bonds, Peter merely watched him, with a little sadness in his eyes. Extracting a wand from his pocket and putting in next to James, he stood and with one last look, disapparated and left James alone, fuming with anger and... unbound.

So there you go, James meets Peter and Snape is accepted back into the fold. I hope I kept the characters in... Well, character and I wasn't too sure how the scene with Peter and James went. So some feedback would be greatly appreciated!

My next update will be based on Reviews, at the moment I'm writing another fic called Order of Realisation, i'm quite, sort of, kinda attached to it, so depending on reviews for each chapter on each story, I will be updating the one with the most. It's just to keep my head on straight so I know which story to focus on.

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