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I Solemnly Swear... - B. Nonymous
I Solemnly Swear...
Author's Note: Usual disclaimers apply - I'm just having fun. Thanks
to beta extraordinaire Night Zephyr.
Peter Pettigrew felt a deep sense of dread.
It was not the first time he had felt this way. After three years of serving
his master, Lord Voldemort, he was actually surprised that he did not feel
this way more often. The truth was, the mansion in which he was staying had
a half-dozen dementors guarding a prisoner. The dementors, who were until
last year the guards at the wizarding prison of Azkaban, were now faithfully
in the service of Lord Voldemort. The dearth of happiness - the dementors
fed off happy thoughts - was heightening Pettigrew's existing feelings of
And Wormtail, Pettigrew's more common name, knew whom the dementors were
guarding. Fifteen years to the day after he survived Voldemort's
killing curse, Harry Potter was in the clutches of the soulless dementors.
Wormtail knew that his master would claim his vengeance at last, as soon as
he returned with a party of his Death Eater servants from a night of Mudblood
torture and killing.
Wormtail was in a small study, one of two in the old Riddle Mansion. On a
table in the study were the confiscated goods of the prisoners now being held
in the mansion. Young Potter, as always, was in the company of his two best
friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Wormtail reflected briefly on
Ron, whose family had unwittingly harbored Wormtail, an Animagus, for a
number of years as their pet rat, Scabbers. He then started inspecting their
Three wands, each in good condition; he was under orders not to tamper with
them. His master wanted to use the other two prisoners, probably with the
Imperius Curse, to get another toe-hold into Hogwarts. They would need their
Potter's wand was another matter entirely. It had an identical core to
Voldemort's. The last time Voldemort faced Potter, their wands connected and
did not fight each other. In fact, Potter's wand forced Voldemort's to
regurgitate the previous spells it had cast, bringing back echoes of several
of the Dark Lord's victims. Lord Voldemort would take Potter's wand as his
own, and perhaps with the two brother wands he could yield even more power
than he had with just one.
A few other items struck Wormtail's interest. On the left was an
invisibility cloak, and he knew who had owned that cloak before Harry. James
Potter, Harry's father, and one of Peter's three best friends, had used that
cloak during their own Hogwarts days to embark on adventures of all sorts.
Wormtail's memory flashed back to something briefly as he held the cloak:
Sirius Black, one of the two others in their childhood group, had shouted
that at him inside the Shrieking Shack, one of their former hideouts.
Peter's betrayal of James, Sirius, and Remus Lupin, the final member of their
band of "Marauders"; had put Sirius in Azkaban, under the guard of the
dementors, for twelve years. Wormtail dropped the cloak suddenly as he
winced, thinking about how his old friend had suffered like that.
Where the Invisibility Cloak had been, a piece of parchment was lying on the
table. Peter looked at it, and picked it up with shaking hands. Tears
started to well up as he remembered something else that was said only seconds
after Sirius had shouted at him:
Harry had placed himself between the tandem of Sirius with Remus, and
Wormtail. His former friends were all set to invoke the killing curse
themselves, but Harry, James's son, had stopped them. Wormtail had never
forgotten that, even as he cut Harry's arm for blood to allow his master to
rise again. That had been a year and a half ago, and while Voldemort had
given Wormtail all the power he could want, he still felt like he owed Harry
As a tear landed on the parchment, spidery lines appeared on it, and they formed letters in a familiar-looking script.
Remus Lupin, a werewolf, was Moony. The parchment was an enchanted map,
created by Wormtail and his three friends. He trembled as a different script
formed a new message.
"Oh if you only knew, Sirius", muttered Wormtail. Sirius was also an
Animagus, a dog. He knew who would be next. As if on cue, a third message
appeared on the parchment.
"James," said Wormtail, as the tears started to flow.
Somewhere inside of him, Wormtail remembered Padfoot's words. He remembered
Harry, and how he was so much like his father. He remembered the pain he had
caused him, and that he was tired... so tired of being afraid.
Wormtail grabbed his wand, and as he touched his wand to the parchment he
grimly stated, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"
The Marauders Map showed a layout of the mansion, and a dot with the name
"Peter Pettigrew". The next two closest dots showed the names "Ron Weasley"
and "Hermione Granger". He gritted his teeth and walked out of the
study, heading toward the first room where Ron was being held. He hoped
that his former owner would understand what he was trying to do.
"I solemnly swear..."