Amidst the Tainted Minds

“Are you absolutely sure, Wormtail?” said the hoarse voice of Barty Crouch, Jr.
“Yes! The Dark Lord finally wants the Potters!” Wormtail exclaimed, seemingly giddy.
Barty Crouch, Jr. laid back on his armchair, eyes staring at the ceiling, dry lips gnawed at by his teeth, right hand slowly making it to his forehead, slipping through his dark locks, and then moving back down his face hard, as though he was trying to pull it off his skull. He had an odd expression on his face. “Do you know when the Dark Lord plans on attacking, Wormtail?”, his voice was hollow and thin.
“As soon as we locate them.”, said Wormtail as he stood up from his own armchair, heading for the pitcher across the room. “The Dark Lord is counting on me to penetrate their where abouts and he is very wise to do so.” Wormtail picked up an empty goblet, looked into it and noticing droplets within it, turned his head back at Crouch. “What is this stuff?” he gestured to the drained goblet.
“Polyjuice-Potion”, said Crouch distractedly, his eyes wandering to the side table next to his armchair, “It’s for the Mayhem planned on Diagon Alley tonight.” His eyes settled on an empty vase made of porcelain with evenly faded Daffodils painted down on the side of it.
“Mayhem at Diagon Alley?” Wormtail’s features moved from that of a content man to an upbeat one. “Any Planned Pillaging?” his eyes were mischievously optimistic, looking slightly deranged and mad. But then again, we are talking about little greedy Peter Pettigrew.
“Not tonight, unfortunately for you.” Crouch’s eyes narrowed on the vase as he picked it up to exam the faded artwork. “The Master plans on unleashing the Inferiusafter illuminating those who opposed him there...” He scratched his chin thoughtfully, his eyes a bit distracted as the same.
Wormtail signed and slowly filled his vision with light from the fireplace.
“Do you suppose the Master will allow me a little fun with Lily Potter before he kills her?” Wormtail’s eyes grew hungry as he stared at the hearth. “That woman is such a scrumptious piece of meat.” His beady eyes bore into the ambers as he spoke.
Crouch’s face went placid and within his thoughts, images of this disgusting rat forcing himself on the mudblood made him taste unwelcome bile, and he quickly thought of butchering his companion before he could get his paws on her, to help him push the bile back down.
“Maybe I could be James and have Lily for an hour?” Wormtail thought out loud, as he shifty eyes moved to the empty glass of Polyjuice-Potion . “Or maybe the Dark Lord will have his sport and leave Lily dying on the floor for me to enjoy?”
Crouch stared at Wormtail’s eyes as it suddenly grew dark. The longer he stared at them the easier it was the see this true face- Demented, Evil, Manipulative and Sadistic. Crouch placed the vase back on the table, got up and walked by Wormtail on his way to the door, he paused by this creature for only a moment, long enough to say- “I won’t count on it, Wormtail!” before exiting the chamber and closing the door behind him. “Maybe I could provoke that bastard into displeasing the Dark Lord?” Crouch thought hopefully to himself as he walked down the dark corridor with a demented grin.