The Dark Lord's Servant

Peter sighed as he rolled out of bed, running his hands over his face as he stumbled towards the bathroom, fumbling for the light switch. Harsh light flickered into being and Peter groaned, fumbling for the faucets, blinking as he tried to see past the glare the light left in his eyes. Cool, dirty water poured from the tap and he cupped his hands under it, splashing it onto his face as he tried to wake up. Blindly he fumbled for a towel on the rack next to him, pulling it off and scrubbing his face, waking up as he ruptured blood vessels under his skin. He sighed and tossed the towel into a corner and stared at his pink face, blinking the last of the water from his lashes.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his skin in the mirror began to stretch, paling as it turned to rubber, molding itself over a new skull. Brown hair darkened, elongating, turing into hair the colour of eternal darkness, the colour. Voldemort blinked slowly, long lashes caressing his cheeks before the Dark lord turned his gaze to Peter who stared, petrified at the mirror.

Voldemort smiled softly, reaching out a hand towards the glass separating the pair and Peter jerked away as though Voldemort could reach through that glass and touch him. Voldemort lowered his hand, frowning slightly. "Come, Peter, journey with me." He said, softly, before his image disappeared.

Peter watched the mirror as the image shifted, traveling quickly over forest and mountain, slowing as it flew over farmland. Garden rows gave way to flocks of sheep, which gave way to a close up of a dog snapping so close to the glass that Peter jumped away again. Soon a small ramshackle house came into view and with a growing pit of dread in his stomach Peter stared at James’ mother’s face as she stepped out onto the porch.

*

Aisha frowned as she called the dogs. She absently ruffled their fur as she stared out at the flocks of sheep that were quietly grazing on the grass in front of the house. An owl swooped in close and Aisha raised her arm, allowing it to land. She smiled as she removed the envelope from it’s let, giving it a gentle kiss, turning to head inside. "Davidian, your brother sent us pictures from Harry’s birthday!" She called, opening the packet, absently swatting at a butterfly as it followed her in.

Davidian, her youngest son came running downstairs, heading strait at his mother. With the grace and skill only a fifteen-year-old boy could manage he slid to a stop just before he knocked them all over into a heap. "Let me see!" He said, bouncing up and down.

Aisha laughed and handed the packet of photos to her son, heading into the kitchen, swatting at the butterfly again. "Where’s your sister?"

"Upstairs washing her hair." Davidian said, making a face as he flipped through the pictures.

"Bethel! Come set the table for dinner!" Aisha called as she set out stacks of plates.

Nineteen-year-old Bethel came down the stairs, flicking her wand towards the table. "There."

Aisha watched as the plates floated over to the table then watched as her daughter headed back upstairs. She sighed and lifted her own wand; evening out the spell and making sure none of the dishes flew into walls. She never understood her daughter anymore. Ever since Bethel had graduated Hogwarts and watched James get married she had been a royal terror around the house.

Davidian walked into the kitchen, ducking under a floating plate, still flipping through the pictures. "You would think for a birthday party there would be more Harry and less Lily," he said, hopping onto the counter and snagging a roll.

"You know how your brother is." His mother said, grabbing the roll from his hands. "Now go wash up and get your sister to come down for dinner."

Davidian sighed, heading for the stairs, setting the pictures on the counter. He screamed and fell to the floor as a bolt of red light rushed at him. The curse hit and Davidian screamed again, the sound tearing from his body as the Cruciatus Curse ate away at him, burning into nerve endings, causing him to curl upon himself, retching violently from the pain.

Aisha came running and slid to a stop as she stared at the blonde man who held his wand on her son. She raised her own wand, a curse springing to her lips just as a cold voice hissed from her left.

"Expelliarmus!" Voldemort said, and caught the wand that flew at him. He walked closer to the woman who had flown into the wall behind her, blinking down at her.

Aisha groaned and blinked, staring up at Voldemort before screaming and kicking him hard in the knee, causing it to pop. She stood shakily, taking one glance at the fallen Dark Lord before running for her son. Lucius stared for all of two seconds at the woman before removing the curse on Davidian, confused as hell and not liking the look in the woman’s eyes.

Aisha paused long enough to make sure Davidian was still breathing before reaching over the boy and grabbing a broomstick, swinging it around and connecting with Lucius’s skull. Lucius went down, wand flying from his hand just as Bethel came downstairs. "Get out of here!" Aisha screamed at her daughter, taking another swipe at the blonde before grabbing her son’s leg and dragging him towards the front door, unable to pick him up.

Bethel ran for the door, wand forgotten in her hand. She paused on the front steps and that was enough for Aaviela Lestrange as she took aim at the girl. "Avada Kedavra." Aaviela hissed and grinned as Bethel crumpled into a heap on the step. Aaviela picked up her robes and mounted the steps, aiming at Aisha who ducked. The curse went flying and killed a poor little house plant on the windowsill.

Aisha jabbed the end of the broom into Aaviela’s stomach before dragging Davidian the other direction, stepping on Lucius and pushing him back down.

"ENOUGH!" Voldemort yelled, pointing his wand and freezing Aisha in place. She wobbled a bit before regaining her balance. "You two are wasting time." He snapped at Lucius and Aaviela before turning back to Aisha. "Your husband, where is he?"

Aisha spat at Voldemort, hitting Lucius’ face as he lay beneath her. She glared at the horror of the wizarding world and refused to speak; only clutching her son closer to her.

Voldemort turned to Aaviela. "Find Niall." He ordered and flicked his wand. "Wingardam Levosia."

Aisha suddenly found herself a foot in the air, Davidian slipping from her grasp. Her son fell onto the floor and Lucius grinned, standing. He jerked Davidian up, taking pleasure in the boy’s whimpers of pain.

Aaviela returned though the back door, dragging in and unconscious man, dropping him at Voldemort’s feet. "Niall, my Lord." She said, bowing.

Voldemort nodded, dismissing her as he turned to the man. "Enervate." He said and watched as Niall slowly came into consciousness. "Welcome back to the living." He said, watching the fear slide behind the man’s eyes before his strength of heart overpowered it.

"Tom." He said, nodding to his old school rival.

Voldemort smirked and flicked his wand again, levitating the man. Niall found himself floating, staring at his wife. They shared a moment of silent communication before turning back to Voldemort who had his wand aimed at their son.

"Lucius, you might want to step away." Voldemort said, frowning at his lover who was sucking on Davidian’s neck.

"Right." Lucius said with a pout, moving away from the young boy.

Voldemort ignored Lucius’ pout as he moved closer to the boy. "Close your eyes." He breathed into Davidian’s ear, smiling as the boy complied. Voldemort leaned closer to the boy, his breath ghosting over Davidian’s lips as he kissed him. "Avada Kedavra." He whispered into the kiss, his wand pointed at the boy’s stomach. Davidian crumpled into Voldemort’s arms, eyes glassy as they stared at the floor. Voldemort carefully laid him back on the floor, crossing his arms over his chest. He turned back to Niall and Aisha as they watched, tears streaming down their faces. Tears of anger and sadness, of pain and grief. Aisha struggled against the levitation charm, trying to get closer to Voldemort to rip his head off. Voldemort smirked at her struggles and waved his hand to her, looking at Lucius. "Would you care for the honors?" He asked softly.

Lucius made a face but pointed his wand. "Avada Kedavra." He muttered, bored. He’d have rather had the boy…in more ways than one.

Voldemort frowned. "No show. You need showmanship." He said, turning to Niall.

Aaviela made a face as she watched her lord and master. He was taking up far too much time. "My Lord, we do have dinner reservations at six with Avery."

"Oh ,yes," Voldemort said, rubbing his chin. "I almost forgot about that." He sighed heavily. "Looks like you win, Niall, I must be heading out." He turned to join his companions, heading out the front door. He flicked his wand over his shoulder just as he crossed the threshold. "Avada Kedavra." He said, and with a pop was floating off on the breeze, his little butterfly wings fluttering madly.

Lucius watched Voldemort flutter off before turning back to the house. "Morsmordre" He said, flicking the wand at the house, watching as the glittering dark mark rose into the air. He then lifted the watch on his wrist, staring into Peter’s shocked and scared face. "Have fun?" Lucius lowered the wand before walking back into the house, grabbing Davidian’s body and apparating away.

*

Peter stared at the mirror, shock numbing his mind as the image reverted to it’s normal shape, reflecting his face. He swallowed heavily and left the room, body shaking as he walked back into his bedroom. He lay down in the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to push the images from his mind. Remus rolled over, wrapping his arms around Peter, nuzzling his neck lightly. "You okay?"

Peter nodded and snuggled into his lover’s arm, trying not to cry. "Just hold me." He whispered softly, burying his face in Remus’ neck. "Just hold me."

*

Peter worked with James the next day as the young auror shifted through the remains of his family. James angrily brushed tears from his cheeks as he and Remus picked up his father's body, carrying him out to the yard, laying the man gently down in the grass. "That's three, Mum, Dad and Beth...where's Davidian?"

Peter bit his lip, trying not to think, not to remember seeing Davidian's face before Lucius' hand closed over the boy's wrist. "M...Maybe he was taken?"

James jerked around, staring at Peter. "Taken? Why?"

Peter shrugged. "Only a suggestion, he's not here, he could be there."

James frowned, biting his lip, running a hand through his hair. "But why take him, he's only a boy..." Realization slowly dawned on James' face as he realized just who could have, and for what reason. "No...No, no, no!"

Sirius grabbed James' arms. "James, it's not like that,"

James glared at Sirius, shaking him off. "He took him Sirius, that...perverted freak took my baby brother and you're trying to tell me it's not like that?!"

"But why would Voldemort take a child?" Remus asked, confused.

"Not Voldemort, Malfoy." James spat. "And we know why. The same reason why he tried to take the LeStrange boy from his grandparents."

Remus wrinkled his nose, gagging slightly. "Okay, bad mental image." He pulled his friend to him, letting James bury his head in Remus' shoulder. "We'll get him back James, I promise."

Peter turned away, closing his eyes. He should have told them Davidian was already dead. Already beyond their help. But he just...couldn't. He walked away from the group, head down, shoulder's slumped. He continued walking in this fashion until he ran into someone, or rather, something. Peter frowned and looked up, and then started screaming.

Davidian's body was hung before him, nailed to the tree, his body stripped naked and obviously violated in so many ways Peter didn't want to contemplate. He continued screaming, staring up into Davidian's dead eyes that looked down at him. James and Sirius came running and slid to a halt. James fell to his knees, staring up at his brother, blinking away the tears that were coming too fast to block.

Remus put a hand on James' shoulder and the other man curled into his friend while Sirius moved Peter away from Davidian's body. Later there would be an auror team here to look at the body, later they would have to deal with it, but right now, right now they could just pretend. It didn't happen. That no one in this world could do something so cruel, so horrible to a child.

*

James watched as the aurors worked on his his brother's body. Measuring and recording, inspecting and shaking their heads over the brutality of it all. Lily stood next to him, squeezing his hand every so often as she watched them work as well. Young Harry had been taken by Peter and Remus for the night so that the two could be alone to grieve. Lilly wrapped her arms tightly around James as the auror medical team started cataloging the boy's sexual trauma, not letting her husband watch any longer. "Don't James, don't think of him this way. He isn't Davidian, he's just a body they used." She whispered, as her husband shook in her arms.

*

James rested his hand on his sister's coffin, placing a gentle kiss on it before stepping away, letting the men lay it into the ground. He picked up a handful of dirt and threw it lacklusterly at the grave before turning away, allowing Lily and Harry to do the same, though Harry's handful of dirt went more on Remus then it did the coffin. James blinked, tears blurring his vision as he found his mother's grave in front of him. Suddenly he was filled with an overwhelming need to be in his mother's arms. To have her hold him and tell him everything will be alright. He sunk to his knees, clawing at the dirt on her grave, screaming her name as he tried to dig down to her. Sirius and Remus grabbed him, jerking him away from the grave. Sirius yelped as James bit him, struggling to get back to his mother, to uncover her.

"Stuptify." Lily said from behind them, holding her wand. Harry laughed and clapped as his father fell over stunned. Sirius and Remus carefully picked up their friend, carrying him slowly towards the cars, their own tears falling onto James' face. Hey carefully set their friend in the car, seat belting them in before turning to Lily and Harry. Lily shoved Harry at Remus before hugging Sirius tightly, sobbing. "It's not fair." She whispered.

"I know Lils, I know." Sirius whispered, holding her close.

*

Voldemort watched the group from a hill, sitting on a picnic blanket, eating a slice of cheese. "More wine?" He asked Lucius, glancing at the man sprawled next to him.

"Yes please." Lucius said, holding up his glass, smirking as Peter joined his friends after seeing that the last of Davidian's grave was filled in.