Chapter 18 : A Friend's Betrayal
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It was night still and little Peter Pettigrew was circled in a room full of the wrong people with the wrong intentions. He had no idea what had made him come here, he had good friends.
Friends who cared about him, friends who would die for him. But then again, they were all too busy with their girlfriends to notice him anymore.
Peter’s large watery eyes looked around the room. He was sitting in the Slytherin Common Room, the only Gryffindor to ever step foot in that room, and was in a chair, with Lucius Malfoy to his right and Severus Snape to his left. The chairs were aligned in a big circle and the center was clear. There seemed to be about 100 students sitting in that room.
Finally, Lucius Malfoy stood up and walked to the center of the room. He had a dark cloak on and a mask covering his face, yet his long silver hair could still be seen.
“Everyone, we all know why we are here. We have a new member wanting to join. Peter Pettigrew wishes to become a Death Eater in hopes of serving the Dark Lord. Peter, you will be pleased to know that our Master himself will be present during your so-called christening,” Malfoy said.
He then turned to the large stone fireplace and saw a head emerge from it. Lord Voldemort’s head was resting in the fire watching all his student recruits.
“Ah, Peter, from Godric Gryffindor’s house I presume? It is so wonderful to have you here. You have no idea how nice it is to have someone betray that Muggle-loving fool, I mean, yes, it’s nice to have you here,” Voldemort said in a cold voice. He looked around once more and then rested his eyes on Peter.
“Bella, would you please properly welcome Mr. Pettigrew to our number?” he sneered at a girl with dark black hair and heavy lidded eyes.
The girl found the task of drawing a brand from the fire and raising it. She smiled appreciatively at Voldemort and took Peter’s hand and lifted him from his chair. Malfoy had sat down and was beginning to watch the scene. Peter looked around nervously, he was beginning to have second thoughts but knew that if he tried to escape he was well out of his league. What choice did he have? It’s not like his friends cared what he did anymore. He straightened himself up and saw Bellatrix Black raise the brand. She pressed it into his pale, white skin. Peter screamed with pain. He looked down at his left arm and saw a red, skull with a serpent protruding from the mouth. He grinned down at it. He felt shame in himself but if his friends did not want him in their life, he would find a new way of life, helping the Dark Lord. He then realized that Voldemort was sneering at him. He seemed to have a devilish grin on his face as though his plan had succeeded. He felt great amounts of joy with the arrival of a new Death Eater. Some Death Eaters looked at him with confusion.
Bellatrix Black was jealous of the measly boy from Gryffindor. Why had her master been so happy when he had joined? Bella, a pureblood Slytherin had joined and he had not even shown up for the ceremony, or written or anything. What was so special about this boy? Especially since he was in Gryffindor. Her master despised Gryffindors and Mudbloods.
Peter looked over at Voldemort. He was ready to speak when the Dark Lord interrupted him before the words spoke from his mouth.
“Are you ready for the task I am going to give you?” Voldemort asked.
“Task?” Peter asked him cautiously.
“Yes, each Death Eater has a task. It usually involves recruiting more people to join our number. You on the other hand, are going to be given one of the most crucial tasks ever. It is long-term so you better be ready to fulfill it or face the consequences,” he sneered.
“Consequences?” Peter managed to say after a long heavy gulp.
“Yes, consequences, boy. Death. If you don’t succeed I must get rid of you, you would be of no use to us and I would not want to be reminded of your failure every time I set my eyes on you,” the Dark Lord hissed.
“Oh. I am ready master,” Peter said while thinking ‘what have I gotten myself into’.
“You have gotten yourself into the one thing in your life that people of Slytherin will remember you by!” Voldemort yelled.
Peter held a look of confusion on his face, how had he known what he was thinking?
“Your task is to tell me the whereabouts of James Potter,” Voldemort said simply.
“James Potter?” Peter asked. Why did Voldemort have to make Peter do the one thing he dreaded to do? Betraying James was the furthest thing from his mind. All he had wanted was to make some new friends, not help Voldemort kill James.
“Yes. I have tried to kill off the entire Potter blood line and had nearly succeeded until Potter and his little Mudblood ran off from me in Hogsmeade. I hear that he will be the one to rob me of my powers and I don’t want to risk it. I understand that you are friends with him and he trusts you. So, if you hear about anything James and Dumbledore are plotting or anything unusual, I want you to tell Lucius or myself,” Voldemort said.
“Yes master,” Peter said glumly.
“I see that you know the way out?” Voldemort said.
Two Death Eaters rose and escorted Peter out of the Common Room. Voldemort told all of his supported to get to bed. All but Lucius.
“Malfoy, my slippery friend. I see you fulfilled your task. Very good. Recruiting that Peter boy was the best move you could have made. Thanks to you, James Potter will be history before the end of the year," Voldemort triumphed to his faithful servant and top follower.
“It was my pleasure master,” Malfoy said.
“Nothing shall get in my way of killing James Potter!” Voldemort announced.
Little did he know, Lily Evans was awaking from a nightmare that happened to have him, Voldemort, in it.
A/N: I know, i know. We all hate Peter. Well, all of us with a reasonable rationality and a good sense of judgement. I am already expecting to read burn Peter reviews. Just so you know, it wasn't his intention to kill James. He just was feeling left out and gave in to the Dark Side. Please leave a review!
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