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bp_voldemort ([info]bp_voldemort) wrote in [info]breaking_point,
@ 2009-11-15 04:50:00

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Entry tags:*complete, 2024 11, character: peter pettigrew, dead character: voldemort

RP: The Dark Lord and the Rat
Who: Lord Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew
Where: Diagon Alley, a remote location in the English countryside
When: 15 November, 2024
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Lord Voldemort decides it's time to take Potter's bait.

The past two weeks since Dumbledore's return had been trying on Voldemort. Dumbledore was the only one who could stop Him, and that knowledge frustrated the Dark Lord to no end. Finally, He had decided it was time to determine just how faithful a particular traitor might be.

Voldemort knew about Peter Pettigrew's past from the October Prophet and the history books (or at least what was in them about Pettigrew). He also believed this was designed to trap to Him. He guessed the Ministry hoped to lure Him and Peter into a meeting and then spring a trap. Whether He was right or was being paranoid was of no consequence to Voldemort, He would meet with Peter without risk to His own life and if He took several aurors out in the process, then that was fine.

The wizard was middle-aged and fragile. So weak. So easy to manipulate.

Imperio, Voldemort thought and then ordered the stranger to do His bidding. The stranger walked to Peter Pettigrew's flat and delivered a package.

In the package was a wizarding chess piece and a note. The note, written in ancient runes, read, "Break the piece. The satisfaction of your desires await.." Voldemort had guessed of Pettigrew's passion for runes from the public records.

After placing the stranger under the imperius curse, Voldemort portkeyed to the meeting location and awaited Peter's arrival. The house was protected by the fidelius in addition to being unplottable and unobservable to Muggles. Voldemort knew the tracking charms that He guessed were in place on Pettigrew would lead any aurors to the general vicinity of the meeting place. But He also knew that there was no way they could gain access to the building without His consent.

Either the man would show and thus begin to prove his loyalty to the Dark Empire or the man would not show and prove his allegiance was to the status quo.


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[info]petertherat
2009-11-15 06:46 pm UTC (link)
If there was one thing Peter had always loved, it was a good mystery or a challenging puzzle. The package, containing a chess piece and a note written in Ancient Runes, was both. He left the opened package on the tiny kitchen table while he showered, washing away the remnants of the alcohol induced headache, knowing he'd need a clear head to figure it out.

In the end, it didn't take long to translate. He sat staring at the note for a long time, trying to figure out who might have sent it. He had an idea though, but he didn't know why he would want to meet with Peter. Didn't care though, but found that he wanted to see if he was right.

He picked up the chess piece and broke it, and felt the familiar hooking behind his navel. He reappeared in a room populated by another man. He was handsome, and his face familiar.

"Voldemort, I presume?" Peter crossed his arms over his chest, and waited to see what he'd been summoned here for. His wand was in his pocket, but he didn't draw it out. If Voldemort wanted to kill him, a wand--especially a wand that wasn't suited to it's owner--wasn't going to stop him.

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[info]bp_voldemort
2009-11-15 06:59 pm UTC (link)
Voldemort was seated cross-legged in a wooden black chair that had snakes carved around it. He stared at the wizard that had just appeared in the building.

"Lord Voldemort," He answered, thinking that this was going to be a colossal waste of time if this worm couldn't even show proper respect.

"So I hear you once betrayed your friends to serve Me," Voldemort began. He decided not to alert Peter, because of his insolence, to the plethora of tracking charms that the Ministry had placed on the rodent. For now Peter being followed didn't bother Voldemort.

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[info]petertherat
2009-11-15 07:03 pm UTC (link)
Peter just barely refrained from rolling his eyes. He had to remind himself that this was one of the most dangerous men in Britain, even if he was younger than himself at the moment.

"Lord Voldemort then," he said. Silently, he wondered where Voldemort's castle was. Couldn't be a proper Lord without a castle. At least, you weren't a very good Lord if you didn't have a castle to back up the title.

"So I've been told. Repeatedly." He wondered what the point of this was, and what exactly Lord Voldemort had to gain by this. "If you want to know why, I'm afraid I really don't have a clue."

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[info]bp_voldemort
2009-11-15 07:24 pm UTC (link)
Voldemort waved His hand and a chair appeared next to Peter. "You may sit."

"Of course I have a castle," Voldemort answered Peter's unasked question. He didn't care if Peter would try to keep His thoughts more guarded now, in fact that's what Voldemort wanted - to see just how strong of will Peter had, without having to determine that with messier means. "Every wizard and witch raised in Britain has been in my castle."

"I don't care why," He said casually as if bored. "I want to know whether you'd do it again, Peter. And yes, you have a clue. Treachery does not suddenly appear. It is long in making, just ask your dear Minister."

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[info]petertherat
2009-11-15 10:01 pm UTC (link)
Peter sat, but not because he was told to. The chair looked far more comfortable than anything in his flat, and he hadn't eaten since yesterday and was feeling rather light headed. (He realized, in hindsight, that he probably shouldn't have spent most of his last Ministry stipend on alcohol, but at the time it had seemed the thing to do.)

He couldn't help the snort that left him at Voldemort's claim, not at all surprised that the "Dark Lord" had read his mind. Peter hadn't cared enough to sheild his thoughts, and still couldn't bring himself to care. "Hogwarts then?" It wasn't really a question. "You don't aim low, do you?"

Peter didn't answer at first. Of course Voldemort had a point, and it was very easy to bring back the anger and disdain for his so-called friends. And he'd apparently come to hate them enough to betray them to this very wizard. He couldn't imagine getting to that point with Harry, or with Lily, but James. Well, he was Sirius' lackey, or they were each other's lackeys, and it was very easy for him to see how they could have drove him to that point.

"What's in it for me?" He asked, then reconsidered. "And what's in it for you? You can't think that they trust me anymore, can you? And I don't care to get close to them again. I don't have to pretend anymore."

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[info]bp_voldemort
2009-11-16 02:40 am UTC (link)
"Your skills of deduction are quite impressive, Pettigrew," Voldemort hissed derisively. This was the wizard who had been entrusted with the Potters' safety?

"What's in it for you? Power and might that you could never dream of. The opportunity to practice the runic and arithmanic magics you are so fond of. And not just in the limited Ministry-approved ways. There is much more to magic than you would've learned at Hogwarts. There is more to magic than most of wizardingkind suggests. And it is in those areas - areas that only I have tread - that the true secrets of power are found."

Voldemort paused before continuing. "You have been given a pitiful way of life. Forced to live on the Ministry's stipend. Shunned by society. Because you once dared to pursue that power. Tell Me, Peter, that is how you want to live."

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[info]petertherat
2009-11-16 02:46 am UTC (link)
Peter didn't bother to hide his eyeroll this time. This was the man he'd decided to throw his lot in with? He could rival Sirius with his air of dramatic. He had to admit though, that the idea of being able to pursue the studies he wanted was alluring.

"I don't want power," Peter said, completely truthfully. "I want to be left alone. And to be honest, I'm getting that now. Sure, the flat is small but it's nothing I'm not used to. There's no cockroaches this time around."

He eyed Voldemort, not at all impressed yet, with what the other wizard was saying. "As long as I'm left alone, I don't really care. And you didn't answer. What's in this for you? I don't for a minute believe you've contacted me out of the goodness of your heart."

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[info]bp_voldemort
2009-11-16 02:57 am UTC (link)
Neither anger nor frustration crossed the Dark Lord's face. He waited for Peter to finish talking to ensure he did not expect what Voldemort was about to do.

In a lightning-fast gesture, Voldemort withdrew His wand and jabbed toward Peter. "Crucio," He said, calmly and coolly as if He was casting wingardium levioso.

Voldemort strolled around Peter as he flailed on the floor, letting Peter's screams of pain fill His mind. "You want to be left alone, Peter. Here's the first step toward that: Don't roll your eyes at Me. And do not compare Me to that blood traitor Sirius Black."

He lifted the curse, put Peter back in the chair, and summoned food. "Now eat. You are famished."

Voldemort returned to His own chair. "What's in this for Me? There are undoubtedly people who will seek you out because of your past service to Me. People who once followed Me. You will report to Me on their identities and behavior."

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[info]petertherat
2009-11-16 03:05 am UTC (link)
Afterwards he felt like he was going to be sick. It was nothing like what Jacob used to do to him in bed; that had been consensual, and out of love. On Peter's side at least, though immediately after having the thought he wished he hadn't. Voldemort would know now. And it hurt too much to think of Jacob, more than the Cruciatius curse had done.

He felt weak, his limbs shaking, and the thought of food made his stomach rebel. But he didn't want another curse like that, and he could see, finally, that he'd been foolish. He wouldn't be again. If there was one thing Peter Pettigrew was, it was self serving.

He picked up the fork and forced the first bite down. "It's likely I'm being watched," he said when he was sure he could speak without throwing up what he was eating. "But you knew that, when you summoned me here."

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[info]bp_voldemort
2009-11-16 03:33 am UTC (link)
As Peter recovered from the cruciatus curse, Voldemort caught the same thought over and over again: Jacob. Who was Jacob? Voldemort would find out. He would give Peter the chance to tell Him the easy way.

He watched carefully as Peter ate. He was sure that it was the finest food Peter had eaten since he returned.

"Yes, you are, but you will have to get used to that, for if their spells are removed then they will make your life even more miserable." Voldemort explained. "Who is Jacob?"

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[info]petertherat
2009-11-16 04:01 am UTC (link)
Peter thought carefully before answering, though he knew now it would do no good to lie. And he didn't want a repeat of the curse. Especially not now that his stomach was full. He wouldn't unman himself in front of Voldemort by being sick, and he didn't care if Voldemort caught that thought.

"He was my lover," he said finally. "A Death Eater. And I'm pretty sure his mission was to get close to me to find out any secrets he could." He'd pieced it together over the months. He wasn't stupid, after all, and there wasn't any other reason a man like Jacob would have been interested in him. He'd loved the man though, despite it all. And he'd kept his secrets after he'd died. Until now. "He's dead now. Killed by the Order."

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[info]bp_voldemort
2009-11-16 06:49 am UTC (link)
"See how much easier life is when you just do as I ask, Peter?" Voldemort said in response to Peter's explanation of Jacob Selwynn. He didn't care that Peter was gay. Voldemort never saw much use to keeping or maintaining that social taboo.

"And how would you react if Jacob returned from the dead?" Voldemort needed to know if Peter would pose a threat. Granted, He had no idea if Jacob would return or if Jacob would remain loyal to the Dark Empire.

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[info]petertherat
2009-11-16 11:43 pm UTC (link)
Peter snorted, but he couldn't argue with that. He also dind't know how to answer Lord Voldemort's question. He thought for a moment, finishing off the plate of food and thinking he hadn't been so full since before he'd left Hogwarts.

"I don't know," he finally said. "I try not to hope for things that will likely never happen." He sighed and looked at Voldemort, careful not to make eye contact. "Why does that matter?"

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[info]bp_voldemort
2009-11-16 11:55 pm UTC (link)
Peter avoided His eyes, which meant the wizard was learning, albeit slower than any useful servant would. "It matters, Peter, because if you stood in the way of one of my servants returning to Me, then you and I would have a problem. You don't want us to have a problem, do you?"

Voldemort rose. "You may come and go from this house, apparating in and out as you please. I have not removed the tracking charms from you, for to do so would raise even more suspicion than you being somewhere they cannot find. As slow as the Ministry is, they will eventually work out that you are in a fidelius charmed building and will suspect you of acquaintance with a wizard powerful enough to cast such a spell. Serve Lord Voldemort well, and you may keep coming to this house. Cross Him and you will know more pain than you could ever imagine."

The Dark Lord disapparated, without so much as a pop, before Peter could respond.

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