The Dark Lord's Servant

Peter Pettigrew stared out the window into the dark night. Rain lashed the pain, lightning illuminating the overgrown yard. Peter sighed softly, caressing his metal hand thoughtfully. He had been so elated to receive the hand from the Dark Lord. A gift, better then he could have expected, but was it worth all he gave up?

Fourteen years ago...

Lily Potter beamed, opening the door. "Peter!" She hugged the shorter man, nearly knocking him over. Peter gagged softly, trying to loosen Lily's grip on his neck.

"Lil...LILY! Air...air is good...air keeps me alive here..."

James chuckled, pulling his slightly over emotional wife off Peter. "You know how women get after having babies...emotional chaos."

Peter nodded, rubbing his red neck. He had remembered when his sister had her baby...dear lord. He followed Lily and James back into the house, flopping onto the couch. "Have you heard from Remus lately?"

James shook his head as he searched the living room for his wand. "No, and it's not like him to not owl for so long...Sirius is...well."

"Sirius is pretending he doesn't care when really he's terrified." Peter said, smiling at how predicable Padfoot was.

"Correct. Ah!" James held his wand up in the air, partially buried under a mound of laundry. "Found it! Thirsty Wormtail?"

"I could do with a bit of refreshment," Peter said, beaming. He stood when Lily came back into the room, carrying newly born Harry Potter. Peter grinned more and walked over to them, tilting his head as he looked down at Harry. "He looks a little funny..."

"Oh hush." Lily said, smacking him playfully. "He looks like a baby angel."

James snorted softly, magicking up several glasses of butter beer. "I still say he looks like Severus."

"Oh dear lord! Don't insult the boy!" Lily exclaimed.

Peter just shook his head, grabbing a tankard of butter beer. He raised it, indicating for James to do the same. "To Harry Potter, may he bring his family great joy and make Godric Gryffindor proud."

"Here, Here." James said, taking a sip of his butterbeer.

"And to Lily, who will be smart if she puts James out in the dog house with Padfoot." Peter finished making sure to hide behind Lily when he did.

James just laughed and drank again before chasing Peter out of the house.

In the garden later that evening....

James sighed contentedly, tossing a rock out into the small pond behind the house. "Can life get any better then this?" He asked absently, watching the sun sink.

Sirius shook his head. "Not possible. Good food, good friends...a new baby...what could be better?"

"Naked water nymphs." Peter said.

Lily shook her head, sighing. "Will you ever grow up?"

"I hope not." Peter said, rocking Harry. "It was scary enough when Padfoot did."

"Hey! I have not, nor will I ever grow up!" Sirius said, flicking Peter's ear.

Peter just smiled and looked down at Harry, kissing his forehead lightly. "I'm going to put him in his crib alright Lily?"

Lily nodded, laying her head on James's shoulder. "Go ahead Peter."

Peter stood, wobbling slightly. "Ooh, too much butterbeer." He muttered, heading inside. He walked carefully to Harry's room, worried he would drop the baby. He finally made it and lay the newborn down in his scarlet crib, smiling as he covered him with a gold blanket. Little Harry curled his fingers around the blanket, yawning and blinking up at Peter. Peter tapped the mobile with his wand and pulled a chair up to the crib, slipping a finger through the slats for Harry to hold onto as he fell asleep.

"We went to the animal fair," He sung softly, his voice light, almost rocking Harry to sleep with the sound. "The birds and the beasts were there. The big baboon, by the light of the moon, was combing Harry’s hair. The monkey got drunk. Slid down the elephant’s trunk. The elephant sneeze. And fell to his knees. And that was the end of the monkey."

"Oh Peter, that's a horrid lullaby." Lily said softly, watching him and Harry.

"I know, but it's been in my family for generations."

Later, In Peter’s bedroom

Peter smiled in his sleep, clutching his pillow tighter, mumbling about lovely nude water nymphs and Dumbledore’s lemon drops. He did not hear the pop as two people apparated into his house, did not even notice as someone jerked off his covers, revealing his dancing fruits boxer shorts. A cold voice sounded in the dark room.

"Crucio."

Peter gasped, eyes jerking open as pain flooded every fiber of his body. His hand convulsed around the blankets. He wanted to die, to live, to do anything to stop the pain. As suddenly as it had started, the pain vanished, leaving him gasping, sweating in the dark room. He sat up, running his hands over his body, trying to find a reason for the pain.

"Mr. Pettigrew, I presume?"

Peter looked up and into a pair of livid red eyes, his breath caught in his throat. Voldemort gave him a cold smile and flicked his wand towards the lamp, igniting it. He sat down in the chair next to Peter’s bed, watching him.

Peter swallowed heavily and pulled the blanket tighter around him, feeling naked under Voldemort’s hungry gaze. "W…W…What do you want?"

"You." Voldemort said simply, his gaze never wavering from Peter’s face.

"W...W…Why?"

"I need you Peter. I need someone…weak."

"I…I’m not weak!"

Voldemort chuckled, standing. "Oh come now Pettigrew! You know deep inside you’re as weak as that new brat of the Potter’s."

Peter pulled the blankets tighter around him, closing his eyes against the truth.

"I need a spy. You are the key to the Potter’s downfall."

"Me, surely not! James barley stands me. Padfoot, he…"

"Oh I know that he is James’s best friend." Voldemort interrupted. "But he is not the one I need. He would never betray them." Voldemort held up a hand to silence Peter’s oncoming out cry. "But you will, won’t you Peter. Crucio!"

Peter gasped, sinking to the floor in horrid pain once again. He struggled to breath past it, staring at Voldemort’s oh so shinny boots. Half an hour later the pain finally vanished. Peter whimpered and retched all over the floor, sobbing silently.

"Won’t you Peter?"

"Y…Yes." He gasped. "My lord." He added as an after thought.

"Good boy. Get up."

Peter stood on shaky legs, nearly falling back down. Voldemort wrapped an arm around his waist, taking most of the younger boy’s weight as he helped Peter into the kitchen. Voldemort got him settled on a bar chair and headed to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle and searching in the cupboards for a glass.

"T…Third from the right." Peter stuttered, watching Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard in a hundred years, putter around his kitchen.

Voldemort nodded and pulled down a glass, pouring Peter a large glass of milk. He went back to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of muggle chocolate syrup, pouring it into the glass as well. He grabbed a spoon, stirring it through the chocolate milk, watching Peter’s face. He smiled and handed the boy the milk, sitting on the counter, tucking his robes around him. "I do not hate all muggle things." He said simply, grabbing the chocolate syrup and pouring it into his mouth, his tongue coming out to lap up some of the thick chocolate.

Peter shivered as he drunk his milk, being careful not to stare at Voldemort.

"Now, Peter. I need you to worm you’re way to being the Potter’s Secret Keeper. If they use someone else…well, then you’ll be killed."

"But Sirius…he’s to be their Secret Keeper…he’s the one they trust the most…"

"Well you’ll just have to convince them you’re worthy of it, won’t you Peter."

Peter lowered his head. "Yes my lord."

"Good, now lets go back to you’re bedroom. I’m a bit….tired." Voldemort said, that hungry look in his eyes again.

Peter gulped.

The Next Day-

Peter awoke slowly the next morning, blinking at the bright rays of sun flooding his bedroom. He groaned softly, every muscle in his body aching as he sat up. He slowly moved his sore boy through a stretching routine, trying to work out the kinks. He turned his neck, stretching it out and immediately started screaming.

Lucius Malfoy jerked awake, wand at the ready before his eyes even cleared enough to allow him to see. Lucius looked at Peter and smiled. "Morning."

Peter jumped out of bed, tripping over the blankets wrapped around his waist, falling flat on his rear, staring up at the other man in his bed. "W...What...why…how..."

Lucius grinned more. "Now ask where and you can be a reporter." He all but purred.

Peter simply settled on screaming again, only to be silenced when he realized there was yet another body in the bed. The other body shifted, blinking as it emerged from the blankets. Voldemort sat up, running a hand through his hair and yawning widely. "Morning Pettigrew."

Peter, whom had secretly hoped last night was a very horrid dream promptly, fainted.

Lucius looked down at him, pouting. "He passed out before the fun began."

"Pity." Voldemort murmured, licking Lucius's neck.

Lucius grinned and snuggled up to his master, ignoring the still form of Peter.


Some time later…


Peter awoke with a headache. Not that that was un-usual, but that fact he awoke on the floor was. Hazy memories of the past few hours came back to him and he jerked up, looking wildly around for Voldemort or Lucius. Finding neither he laid back down with relief, only to realize his floor was vibrating. Frowning, he stood shakily walking slowly into his living room. The sight that greeted him made him wish he had stayed passed out.

Lucius danced around the living room, wearing nothing but his black silk boxers, blonde hair flying in every direction as he moved. Voldemort was reclined on the sofa, reading a book by the late Adolph Hitler, occasionally looking up to smirk at Lucius. Lucius grinned back at his lover and danced around the living room, over towards Peter. "Morning Wormtail."

"Don't call me that." Peter growled, standing up to Lucius unlike he did to Voldemort.


Lucius smirked at the shorter man and kissed him full on the lips before dancing his way to the kitchen. "You should get dressed WORMTAIL, Severus will be here soon."


"Looks who's talking." Peter muttered, wiping his mouth. "Gay freak." He murmured, heading back to his bedroom to find something to wear. He just had to put up with them for a bit longer then he could find James or Sirius and get help.


In Godric's Hollow a few months later...


"Prongs, I need to talk to you!" Peter said, ducking as a bird flew over his head.

"In a minute Wormtail!" James yelled over the music. "Mom, take these out to Lily." James handed his mother a tray of scones and turned to make sure that the butter beer was refilled.

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. Harry's first birthday was NOT the best time to attempt to tell James that Voldemort was blackmailing him into working for him. Chaos reigned every where. "Nevermind, I'll talk to Sirius." Peter shouted and headed outside, trying to track down the other wizard.

Sirius was standing amid a gaggle of James's female cousins, sans shirt and flexing his muscles. The girls fawned over him, complimenting his hard pecs. Peter sighed when he saw this and immediately changed course, knowing that Sirius was likely to blast him from here to tomorrow for interrupting the drool feast. Peter wandered around groups of partygoers, hands in his pockets, feeling more and more helpless as time moved on.

Even the arrival of Remus didn't boost his spirits. Although his lover was concerned with his behavior, he was more interested in telling James and Sirius all about his latest adventure. Finally Peter pretty much lost it. As the other guests gathered around James, Llly and Harry to open Harry's presents, Peter cleared his throat and yelled out. "I'm working for Lord Voldemort!"

"That's nice Peter, hand me that rubbish bin will you?" Lily said, distracted.

Peter sighed and waved his wand, floating the bin over to her. Lucius looked at Peter from the shadows of a large oak tree and smirked. Voldemort would be, very pleased, to find out his newest toy was trying to betray him.


Later...


Peter sighed contently as Remus took his hand, swinging it lightly as they walked up the street to Peter's London flat. "Are you sure you don't want me to come in Wormtail?"

"No Mooney, I'm...tired." Peter said.

"But, I haven't seen you in five months. I thought we could spend some time catching up with each other. Prove I'm alive and well." Remus said, leaning down to kiss Peter's ear.

Peter snuggled against the taller man, making walking in a strait line more difficult. "Maybe tomorrow? I just need to go home and sleep, it's been a hectic day."

"As you wish, my love." Remus said and pulled away from Peter as they arrived at his door. "Just make sure it's early tomorrow." With a grin Remus kissed Peter deeply then disappeared.

Peter sighed again, staring at the spot his lover had stood before pulling out his keys and opening the door. He walked in, took one look at Voldemort and Lucius and turned around, heading back out the door. Or he tried to at least. Severus Snape had been standing behind the door and was now blocking Peter's path.

"Wormtail." Voldemort said, walking closer to Peter. "You have been a VERY naughty boy today."

"M...My lord?" Peter stuttered, falling back into the role of scared servant.

"You attempted to tell the Potters of my plan."

"M...My lord, I would never...I..."

"SILENCE WORMTAIL!" Voldemort yelled, pulling out his wand. "You attempted to betray me!"

Lucius grinned his Cheshire Cat smirk, watching the events hungrily, waiting.

"Do you know what happens to those whom attempt to betray me, Wormtail?"

"N...No my lord." Peter said, shaking.

"They get punished. KNOTTS!"

A short, fat, balding wizard came out of Peter's bedroom, dragging a four-year-old girl. Peter stared in horror as his sister was dropped in front of Voldemort. "Master." Knots said, bowing.

"CRUCIO!" Voldemort cried, pointing his wand at the helpless child. Her screams filled the house, causing Lucius to chuckle gleefully. The screams echoed for the next five hours, Severus holding tightly to Peter, forcing him to watch the torture of his kid sister. Finally, with a large yawn and a lazy wave of his wand Voldemort put the girl out of her misery with two simple words. "Avada Kedavara."