Long Road to Ruin

AN: I know it took a long time. But my life got in the way and the end of this chapter was pretty hard to write. Anyway. I promised myself for the New Year to finish all of my stories which are about 4 stories I started but never finished. But I will. I got ideas for all of them and I will write till my fingers’ll bleed.
So, have fun.

A week after this meeting, Peter was called by Lord Voldemort.
“Wormtail. I have gathered enough knowledge about the family and the boy. Tomorrow night I will pay them a visit and kill them.”
Peter grinned from ear to ear.
“Might I tell you where you will find them?” he asked happy and with anticipation in his voice.
“No, not yet Wormtail. I will call on you tomorrow night. Be prepared to take me to their home.” Voldemort said and left the room.
Peter Apparated back home and hid his Death Eater cloak and mask.
“Finally I get my revenge. Finally James and Sirius get back how they treated me. I never was their friend. They ignored me. I was good enough to be rat. But tomorrow everything will change. They will never know what hit them and my master will be the king of our world. He will kill them all. Sirius and James. And all of those other idiots that never accepted me, that never wanted to be my friend. They will all remember the day the Dark Lord attacked the Potters.”

As he wanted to be ready for the next night, Peter went to bed to sleep, that he won’t miss any detail the next day.
As soon as he slept he started dreaming.

Snippets of his life and his wishes flew past. There were Lily and James and their son Harry. One minute they were laughing and having fun, the other he saw James and Lily’s dead bodies, laying on top of each other and his Lord laughing at the top of his voice.
Then there was Sirius, full of grief about his dead friend. He cried in the arms of Dumbledore.
His dream grew and grew until he saw all of the world in black, weeping and in fear of his master.
The Mudbloods were becoming slaves or being killed.
The Purebloods who had married Muggles or Mudbloods were chased as Bloodtraitors who either had to kill their partner or die themselves.

There was nothing anybody could have done. And he, Peter Pettigrew, would rule the world as the right hand of his Lord.

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Peter woke from this dream during midday the next day. He didn’t notice the big smirk that adorned his face. He went into the bathroom to wash up and do his ablutions. The smirk still firmly on his face when he finished.
In the kitchen he made himself something to eat and sat down in his living room and just relaxed and thought about his future.

He had once again dozed off and was rudely awakened by his burning Mark. It took him a few seconds to get his bearings and realize that his master was calling him.
He hissed and gripped his left arm. The Mark was burning worse than ever. Peter realised that Voldemort was waiting for him and he had kept him waiting.
His master wouldn’t be pleased. Peter rushed to his wardrobe and yanked out his cloak and mask, put them on and just as soon Apparated to his masters side.
“Why are you late, Wormtail?”, he heard his master hissing at him.
“I’m sorry my Lord. I was asleep that I won’t miss a single second tonight.”
Peter could see that his Lord was pleased by this but still prepared for his punishment.
But none came.

Peter dared to look up and saw his master looking regally at him.
“I won’t punish you now. I need my power, although I have enough to punish all of my followers and still be able to kill the Potters.”
He laughed cruelly and Peter was just happy to have escaped his masters wrath, even if only for a few hours.
“Now, Wormtail, take me to the Potters and they will rue the day they didn’t pledge their allegiance to me.”
Peter was trembling and once again was filled with anticipation.
He took the arm of his Lord and Apparated them to the outskirts of Godrics Hollow.
“They live here in their home. It’s at the end of the village and is also called Godrics Hollow.”, Peter said and as soon as the words had left his mouth he felt pain like never before. It felt like his brain was being ripped from his skull and he bled through his nose and eyes.
“I probably should have told you that it would hurt to tell your secret. But then again, you needed a punishment.”
Peter saw his Lord looking at him. His face devoid of any emotion. The pain was robbing Peter’s senses and stopped him thinking clearly. He didn’t even notice his master walking away and leaving him to bleed and gasp in pain.

After what felt like hours, the pain subsided and Peter was able to get into a sitting position. He tried to wipe his face clean of his blood, but there was just too much. He then noticed that his master was gone and Peter tried to get up to follow his master. He wanted to be a part in the demise of his so-called friends. He wanted to see their faces when they’d meet their fate.
He stumbled forward, but after only one step a huge explosion threw him back down. His breath was knocked out of him and he had to fight to stay conscious.
He gasped and coughed and tried to get back on his feet. It took him a few tries but finally he was able to get up and search for the explosion.
There was a lot of smoke in the direction of the Potters house.
Peter laughed.

“YES! Master you did it.”
He stumbled into the direction of Godrics Hollow. The nearer he got the more he saw from the wreckage of what was once a stately home. But he didn’t see the Dark Mark which would surely be hovering above the carnage by now. Clearly visible for everybody.
He came nearer and nearer and a dreadful thought entered his mind.
‘What if his master hadn’t survived? Surely he would see him by now. Where was he?’
He started to run and finally reached the wrecked home. But there was no one there. No Potters. No Lord.
“My God! What happened? Master?”, he screamed. But nobody answered. He started searching in the remains of the house. But there was nothing there.
He had to flee. If he stayed here any longer and the first people would come here they would at once suspect him to have betrayed the Potters, which was true, but he didn’t want to flaunt it into anybodies faces.
“Away. I have to get away. I will search for him later. When the incident has left the peoples mind. When everything has calmed down.”
With that he Apparated away from the carnage his master has left behind. He never notice the tiny little bundle that was lying amidst the chaos.