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Peter stood there horrified as the woman in the old moss green, tree brown and dark orange clothes paired with large praying mantis glasses finished her prophecy. Dumbledore was quick to stun her, and raced to the large pensive to the left of the room, pulling out his wand he swiftly placed the memory inside. Many had underestimated the rat animagus, including the Headmaster before him. Still, he had been able to keep up with his three friends for years, graduate with O's and E's and become an illegal Animagus at 15. Dumbledore sat back down, peering up at Peter with calculating eyes, as Peter stared back and locked eyes with Dumbledore, he pieced everything together and knew there were only a few children who would fit the Prophecy.

"Born to those who have thrice defied him." Not many had lived to defy the Dark Lord once let alone three times. But there were three couples that Peter could think of off the top of his head who had done so and were also expecting children. They were all Order members.

James and Lily Potter.

Warner and Heather Bones.

Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadowes.

"Born as the seventh month dies," Well that knocked off the McKinnon-Meadowes child, Marlene was only just two months pregnant and wasn't due until late September, or early October. Unfortunately, the Potters, and Bones had been given late July and early August due dates.

"And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not." A boy! That removed the Bones child, just last week they had had it confirmed that they were expecting a daughter. They had announced it at an Order meeting, saying they wanted to name her Susan. Fuck, that left James and Lily's twin boys. No, this couldn't be happening he thought as his mind swirled.

"And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives," oh Merlin, one of those two innocent babies was expected to defeat the Dark Lord! How could anyone expect a child to do what grown witches and wizards couldn't do? Surely they couldn't wait for the child to grow up? The war would go on for years! He had to tell James and Lily! Peter opened his mouth to say something, anything and started moving his legs to jump to his feet, and that was the last thing he remembered.

Everything else came in strange images, broken scenes, he watched as he continued to pass messages between the two groups. He watched the world helplessly, floating through each day with no control. Unable to stop himself from telling Lord Voldemort about the prophecy, unable to make himself tell James, Sirius or Remus. He watched in horror as just two months later, Dorcas and a four-month-pregnant Marlene were brutally murdered in front of him. He was frozen, unable to do anything. They screamed for him to help, and they died thinking their friend betrayed them. A pregnant Emma Yaxley nee Fenwick was next, despite whatever was controlling him, Peter had been able to throw up when he overheard her brothers, Benji and Robbie bragging about doing it themselves to Lily, along with Frank and Alice Longbottom. The next flash he had was the party the Death Eaters had thrown when Benji and Robbie Fenwick had paid the price. Emma's husband Corban Yaxley and his friends Antonin Dolohov, Walden Macnair, and Rodolphus Lestrange had been bloodthirsty in their revenge.

He watched as little Henry and Harry were born on the 31st of July, just half an hour before midnight. The Order celebrated joyously over the new arrivals. The adorable little boys brought some light into the dark days. But he saw Dumbledore grinning at the boys whenever he saw him, his blue eyes twinkling. Peter then watched himself agreeing to become the secret keeper for James and Lily, why wouldn't he? They were his best friends and the boys needed to be kept safe. He knew Sirius was the better choice, he was in danger of being discovered inside the Death Eaters but he shrugged it off. They wanted him. He wouldn't fight their logic. Then the worst happened. Against every fight he gave, Peter gave Voldemort the secret. He watched in dismay as the Dark Lord entered the Potter Cottage where James and Lily hid with Henry and Harry. He couldn't do anything. But they lived! Somehow they had lived and Voldemort had fallen.

Then he was on the run, Sirius and James were hunting him for giving Voldemort the secret, as a rat, he hid in the sewers, he didn't know what day it was. The strange hold on him was as strong as ever, it was breaking him, every day he was fighting the voice telling him to die. He wanted to! He had betrayed his best friends, his family, the only ones in the world he cared about. But there was a fight in him, a small whisper telling him that something was wrong. He would never have done this! He tried to stop it but he couldn't, something bigger was at play. He survived on desperation alone, fighting just to eat.

Finally, he had weakened the strange hold on him enough to get to the Malfoy Manor. If anyone could help him, could figure out what was going on with him, it was the Black sisters. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he couldn't trust those in the Order. He didn't blame James, Sirius and Remus, all they knew was he had betrayed them, and they were hot-headed. He wasn't sure if they would pause long enough to listen, once everything was fixed, yes then he would find them. But he knew for sure everything had changed in Dumbledore's office. So he had to take the chance on the opposing side.

Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black was crazy. She was medicated for the Black Madness, but her Mother had caused a lot of damage to her to top it all off. but even if he wanted her, he wouldn't know where to start looking after she had broken out of Azkaban.

Andromeda was on the Light side, although weary of Dumbledore she strongly opposed Voldemort and Peter didn't know her enough to risk being turned in. He had passed her home once, watching her and her husband playing in the garden with their young daughter. But he had moved on quickly.

Cassiopeia was young and sweet, she had also been suspected to be an unmarked Death Eater. But he had never seen her at any meetings or interacted with her outside of when James and Sirius picked fights with her best friends.

But Narcissa had been a loyal supporter, unmarked and also she was married to one of Voldemort's most trusted. She had always been kind to Peter when he had been undercover, and was a gifted Healer for all Death Eaters, especially for those who failed Voldemort or came up against the Order. But, the reason he felt he could trust her the most, was he had taken a cutting hex from Caradoc Dearborn meant for her. She had been leaving St Mungos with a fretful Lucius, at 5 months pregnant Narcissa had gone into premature labour, they had succeeded only for them to be attacked on the doorsteps. Saving the life of someone else could create a strong bond of trust in their magic, and they would be compelled to return the favour. And he hadn't saved just her. But the Malfoy Heir. Magic didn't forget, and neither did a mother.

In the end, Peter was incredibly thankful that he had made the right choice heading to Malfoy Manor. Lucius and Narcissa had been horrified at his malnourished state, Narcissa was quick to send Lucius to Severus' for a list of potions that unfortunately she hadn't restocked in their own house yet. Severus had come back with Lucius to help, determined to find out why Peter had betrayed the Potters, or specifically Lily. They were utterly disgusted when the routine healing uncovered an unbelievable amount of dangerous controlling spells on the poor man. There was damage to his liver and core that was only done by an illegal controlling potion. Imperium Summa.

The same potion Dumbledore had given to Tom all those years ago. So potent that even a single dose was damaging. It took five agonizing months to cleanse Peter of all of Dumbledore's control, and that was just physical. Mentally, Peter still struggled with everything that had happened, thankfully his Mind Healer was wonderful and insisted she was available whenever he needed her. It had been another few weeks before they informed Peter of everything, how Dumbledore killed Tom's soulmate and how he created Voldemort. Peter had been furious at the lies he had believed for so long, especially after meeting a fully sane Tom.

He had struggled to understand what had happened when he was reintroduced to Harry. This tiny little six-year-old stared up at him with recognition in those bright green eyes, chirping out a Wormy with a toothy grin. He looked more like a pint-sized Cassi than James now, his sister looking like her Father, it had warmed his heart how Hermione had trusted him just because Harry had. But how could his old friend discard his child? Just because they thought Henry had defeated Voldemort? It filled a fury inside him. He had wanted to confront James and Lily, but he had a hard road before him, his extreme anxiety made it hard to relax or leave the homes of those he did trust. Although with the Aurors still looking for him it wasn't like he could go down the road or shopping at Diagon Alley anyway.

He suffered nightmares and flashbacks more than he wished, thankfully the potion regime he was on and his mind Healer did help with that. But he was grateful for this newfound family, the Dark taking him in despite learning of his early subterfuge. He watched Harry and Hermione grow and before he could blink they were ready for their first year at Hogwarts. That had been hard, knowing the two children he loved were going to be going to the school run by Dumbledore. He had been horrified when they had then insisted on using the last name Riddle instead of Black. But the weekly letters settled him, as well as the knowledge of what Tom would do if they even suspected Harry and Hermione were in danger.

"I have checked on them every day." Peter squeaked, his happy and mischievous giggle pulling Cassi out of the memories. Peter's nose twitched as he smiled and tapped his middle finger and thumb together in a familiar stim to relax and ground himself. They walked together down the long hall, towards the large grey door at the end.

"Been making sure they are very comfortable," He continued with a scratch to his philtrum, "Mipsy and Tobble have been very helpful as well." he added absently, the two elves were wonderful additions to Peter's life. They had been given to Peter by Tom, to help him with day-to-day life, as an attempt to try and make up for everything that had happened. They helped Peter daily, from the small things like reminding the animagus to eat and take his potions, to help him complete tasks given by Tom once he was strong enough to help the Dark once again.

"Very good," Cassiopeia praised as they reached the door, it was heavy and creaked loudly as she pushed it open. It was charmed heavily to only allow Tom, Cassi, Peter and the elves to open it.

"Thank you, I am grateful you trusted me with such an important task," Peter rushed out, embarrassed to be so excited, but also too happy he had been given a chance to not say anything.

"I knew you could do it," Cassi grinned as they made their way down the concrete stairs into the darkness, her heels clacking soundly and the train of her blood-red acromantula silk robe sliding down behind them.

"No one else I would trust," She added as they came to a slow stop at the last stair. She stepped down onto the concrete floor, and for a moment they were encased in pure darkness. Peter let himself relax, knowing he wouldn't be able to see his hand if he held it right in front of his face, it was peaceful. In the dark, you had to rely on your other senses, and he was well-practised at it. Sitting in the dark and just breathing, feeling your magic dance around you. It was because of this that he could feel Cassi's every move, and as if they were in the light, he could see what she was doing in his head.

A delicate twitch of her left wrist caused her wand to drop down from the forearm holster and into her hand, then a sharp wave of the said wand and suddenly all the torches lining the walls lit up. The orange flames illuminated the large dungeons of Riddle Manor. The open space before them stretched out below the ballroom, entrance foyer and dining room on the ground floor. The walls were made of stacked concrete bricks, cold and uneven, offering no comfort to those

who lay against them. Black metal bars were bolted into the bricks and floor, creating twelve cells. Six on each of the left and right walls, forming a passageway down the middle from the bottom of the stairs. The dungeons had been enforced with complex charms and runes, creating a prison more secure than Azkaban. It was charmed to be completely soundproof, preventing any disturbance to the upstairs family and nobody but Mispy and Tobble, who bought in food, could apparate in and out.

Cassiopeia and Peter moved purposefully towards the first two cells on the left side, sneering down at the four 'guests' as they used their arms to shield their eyes from the unforgiving light of the torches. They had been kept in dark or dim light since they arrived with no real concept of time, unaware it had only been two weeks since they had been captured and brought here. Their only human contact was with Peter who made his disdain for them well known and their food was brought to them by two small vicious little creatures. Every day they felt pain, hunger and despair. Just like they deserved.

Both cells housed a couple each, husband and wife curled together afraid for their lives, and the lives of their children that weren't here with them. Their clothes were torn and dirty, having been stuck here for two weeks. Their feet were bloody, bruised and blistered, always cold and shivering. Each cell had one bucket for the Muggles' waste and a bowl for water. As if they were dogs.

The first cell had a man who was extremely large and beefy, with a heavy face with fat cheeks and what appeared to be three chins with no neck. It was clear he ate himself past being full, plus the fact he never exercised meant he was as large as three grown men. Peter and the elves had taken great pleasure in restricting his food, and after just the first night it had become apparent the man was also going to suffer withdrawal symptoms from whiskey and cocaine. His already thin and receding blonde hair became streaked with white and became lank, greasy and dead quickly from all the sweating while he detoxed. His matching thick moustache is now paired with a scruff just longer than stubble. But his defining feature was his mean beady little blue eyes. He had an evil stare that had women crossing the street when they saw him and had his fellow salesmen at Grunnings terrified of him.

With him in the tiny cell was his wife, who was the exact opposite of her husband on the outside. She was a tall woman, towering over her port husband, and almost skeletally thin. Unlike her husband she had a long and dainty neck, almost double of the average woman, it was perfect for snooping on her neighbours. Often she pretended to garden while her son played so she could spy on everyone, hosting a tea afternoon with four other women where they would trade all the gossip of Surrey. Her dark hair, which had been blonde when she was young, was usually in perfect waves, not a strand out of place. However being in a cell changed that, she even had a small bald patch on the left side from tugging on it. The only thing she did share with her husband, the pale blue eyes which held the same malice, now watery and full of fear.

The second cell held another man, very different in appearance from the first. He was tall and thin, like the first woman, but instead of being skeletal, he was lean and agile. He was used to going for a run every morning before work, but even the last two weeks had affected him. His cheeks now starting to look sunken in and from the small cell his legs were losing tone, unable to move much. He had a long narrow jaw with a small chin and mouth, and his red frizzy curls were always chopped short to keep them under control. Although without his numerous hair products, even as short as it was, it was starting to look bushy and unkempt. His neck was covered in a messy scruff the same colour as his hair, it itched something fierce but when he dared to ask for water to clean it up the blasted fat man had dumped an entire bucket of iced water over his face. His dark brown eyes were large and sat behind thin gold wire aviator glasses.

His wife was also with him in the cell. She was the smallest of the four prisoners, petite and delicate were the words most used when describing her. Barely reaching her husband's shoulders in heels, and a tiny waist which showed no signs of having given birth three times. Her dark brown hair was long and straight, once a perfectly tidy fringe and simple cut easy to pull back into braided buns, now a matted mess. Being stuck in the cell without her children had her chewing on the ends frequently, leaving many broken strands. Her eyes were also blue like the other two stuck here, but her's were a dark blue, and usually filled with false warmth. Appearing to be the perfect submissive wife and working mother. She loved the role she played, she enjoyed being a dentist as well as a part of the PTA and never missed a single activity her two children did.

"Hello, Dursleys and Grangers," Cassiopeia greeted them with a dangerous and seductive smirk on her red lips and her blue eyes narrowed, "I do hope you have been comfortable and Peter taking great care of you," she taunted with a dark but enchanting giggle, the men were drawn to her throat as her head fell back, her curly hair sliding off her shoulders. A white light and the two men yelped in pain as Peter hit them with a stinging hex for daring to stare at his Master Tom's beloved.

She stared at them in disgust as Vernon and John blubbered uselessly, a sneer curling her upper lip. They really couldn't be more different when it came to appearances, but she knew their hearts were the same shade of black, cowards behind their arrogance. They had been very average beta men in life, with mediocre-paying jobs but high-standing attitudes. They had held the belief that they were the goal everyone should aim to be, uninvolved in anything exciting, daring or freakish. Or at least, that was the image they portrayed to the world.

Their wives were scowling heavily at her, Cassi knew they believed she used magic to enchant their husbands. But the truth was they were just weak-willed men, and both had had numerous affairs since being married. But the two women were blinded by the lifestyle they lived, enjoying the lavish gifts from their husbands, sneering down at anyone who didn't have it easy like them. encouraging their children's abusive behaviour towards other people solely because they believed them to be perfect and above everyone else. If they had met before this, they would have been the best of friends while gossiping and insulting each other behind their backs.

Mr and Mrs Dursley with their perfect son Dudley, who they pretended wasn't severely overweight, failing school and the biggest bully in Surrey. He had formed a little gang with four other boys, Piers, Dennis, Gordon and Malcolm, and it was only the grace of their age they hadn't been arrested yet. Having broken windows of neighbour's houses and cars with rocks or destroying anything left out in the front gardens, before running away. They also stole anything they could get their hands on, either keeping it for themselves or selling it for marijuana. Their favourite pastime though was beating up anyone younger or smaller than them. Just last year they had put a six-year-old boy in the hospital when he refused to hand over his pet dog for them to kill. But because the boy's family had been poor, Vernon was friends with the dirty chief of police Chester Turley, and Piers' father, Quentin Polkiss was his deputy, they had barely gotten a slap on the wrist. It was only getting worse as they got older, Piers had also been suspended recently for groping female students as he passed them in the hallways.

Mr and Mrs Granger had gone on to have a second daughter three years after abandoning their first, and then a year later a son. They were both as intelligent as the older sister they didn't know about, but unfortunately, they had also inherited their parent's arrogance and entitlement. They were enrolled in the most private and exclusive school in Liverpool, Holy Hope Catholic School. The waitlist was three years, students started at 5 and went until 18, only the best of the best were accepted and every year the five lowest-performing students lost their spots to take in better transfers. The school would have used any possible savings, as well as forcing them to occasionally dip into a small inheritance from John's parents. But their two 'perfect' children had been accepted as scholarship attendees, and only three were allowed in each year group. Ophelia and Claudius Granger were bullies just like Dudley, albeit instead of fists, using the intelligence they shared with Hermione. Cutting down everyone around them, including their teachers, on the cusp of expulsion for their disrespect.

Cassiopeia and Tom had read their minds subtly as they watched them for a few days before they put their plan into action. They knew that the Muggles believed, deep in their dark hearts, that they had been right to throw away Harry and Hermione. That they had been freaks, putting their families in danger so they deserved it. But they had been arrogant, never believing anyone could care enough for them to come and retaliate for it. But the Riddles had. So they came for the Muggles.

Late at night when the men had been enjoying dinner with their wives. Dudley at Piers Polkiss' house for dinner, Ophelia and Claudius at Jean's sister Mary's home for the weekend. When Tom and Cassiopeia had blasted in their front doors, of course with minor glamours around the two houses so the neighbours didn't see or hear or see anything. The four muggles had been hit with a bright white light before they could scream or demand the intruders leave before they called the police. The strange light had made them paralysed, able to see and hear everything around them, but unable to move or speak.

The freaks had moved them easily, as if they were infants, the blonde woman, Cassi the man had called her, grabbed Jean and Petunia roughly. The man had introduced himself as Tom then he promised they would pay for daring to abuse a magical child, he grabbed Vernon and John. No matter how hard they struggled or fought, their bodies never responded, never moving an inch. For the Dursleys, as they were marched out of their house, they could see a couple from up the road walking their dog. But with the charms in place, the couple walked straight past them, destroying any hope in their hearts. With a nauseating spin, they were being sucked up, unable to breathe, none of them staying conscious long enough to see the Manor they landed in front of.

The next thing they knew, they were waking up in tiny cells, cold and scared. For the first week, they tried to get answers from the man watching over them. Even getting desperate enough to ask the creepy little creatures with big bulbous eyes and floppy ears. At first, they were belligerent, demanding to know where they were, why they were here and who was holding them. The men would scream until they were red or purple in the face, Vernon spitting with every word. Shaking the bars and holding them as hard as they could, not that they even budged an inch. The anger slowly turned into desperate begging and pleading, hoping their children weren't here with them.

"What do you want, you freaks?!" Vernon spat defeatedly. "You have already kidnapped me and Pet, leaving my son alone!"

"Where is my Dudders?" Petunia whined, as scared as she was, she couldn't cry. All cried out, being so dehydrated her lips had cracked and had a dried smear of blood.

"Please, just don't hurt Jeanie or my children," John pleaded, on his knees, hiding Jean behind him.

"How dare you beg for them," Cassi hissed, eyes flashing, "You abused my children!" she shrieked before taking a breath to calm herself.

"Luckily for you, I am not like you and I don't hurt children. Even if they are little brats and bullies, they are just products of your failures." She finally said "But they don't matter right now. We are ready for you."

Hey everyone I am so glad to release this chapter. I must have rewritten this one at least three or four times. But I am finally happy.

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