Peter understood his future would be decided in the next few seconds. He'd found the spirit that once had been his master and was now on his knees, head bowed, awaiting any punishment the Dark Lord saw fit to administer.
He tried not to let his thoughts drift to the witch kneeling beside him. After spending over a week in Bertha's company, a Bertha Jorkins controlled by the imperius curse Peter had cast on the lovely witch, he was finding it hard to ignore the witch he now knew in the biblical sense of the word.
His master immediately quashed all Peter's lustful thoughts about the witch who'd been keeping him company by possessing Berta's body. There was zero chance of Peter even kissing this witch again, his master's face growing out the back of Bertha's head put an instant end to that. Memories of the fun he'd had with Bertha, after she'd recognised him in that inn, were now actually turning his stomach. The Dark Lord's possession of Bertha might just kill Peter's libido off for all time, if his master didn't kill him first.
"Ah Wormtail, so nice of you to find me - eventually."
Hearing his master's voice for the first time in over a decade left Peter trembling with fear. He expected, at the very least, to be punished severely. His master was clearly very angry, and an angry Dark Lord always took that anger out on others. Since Peter was now the only other person here, his master was hardly likely to cast his favourite torture curse on the witch he'd just possessed, Peter expected to feel that anger wash over him and cause a torrent of pain. He was to be shocked that the expected pain didn't materialised - Lord Voldemort had other fish to fry.
Tom wasn't angry. Instead he was experiencing an emotion that he usually inspired in others - the Dark Lord Voldemort was terrified. For some reason he couldn't explain, Tom felt compelled to return to Britain as quickly as he possibly could. There was no time for finesse or complicated rituals, a brute force possession of a witch already under the control of one of his followers was the surest way of reaching Little Hangleton in the shortest possible time.
There, he would check to see if the treasure stored at his mother's home was still safe before deciding on his next move. Something was telling Tom his treasure wouldn't be there, which was the reason for his terror. Unless that ring was where he left it, Tom would be forced into taking drastic measures.
He'd felt abandoned and alone, with that feeling growing exponentially over the last few months. Wormtail was certainly not one of his inner circle Death Eaters, he was barely competent as a wizard, but he was here - and with a vessel fo him to possess. When Wormtail's shaking hand held out his beloved wand, Lord Voldemort decided to be merciful. He cast the cruciatus on Wormtail, but only for a few seconds. It was wonderful to hold his wand once more, even if these arms were on backward.
"Come Wormtail, we must return to Britain. As you have already discovered, travelling as a couple attracts very little attention. We will continue to do so until we reach home."
His wand soon had expansion charms on the inside of Bertha's bag, with featherlite and warming charms making it an ideal way to transport Niagi along with them. That same wand then transfigured a piece of wood into a hat for Bertha, charmed so the Dark Lord could see through it.
The couple began walking out of the forest they'd entered earlier. Unlike their journey in though, they certainly weren't holding hands as they left.
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Donald was having relationship problems too. Those were actually not so unusual for guards posted to the luxury island resort of Azkaban, though Donald's certainly were. All these articles in the newspapers mentioning Death Eaters and You-Know-Who caused the security at the island prison to be reviewed and dramatically increased.
This left his proposed date with the deadly Bellatrix to be simply impossible for the time being. There was one thing about Donald Carrick however, he had no problem displaying patience to get what he wanted - and Donald wanted Bellatrix badly.
He would wait until all the hoo-haa died down, this level of security couldn't be maintained for too long, and then Donald would be able to make his much anticipated move. Thinking positive thoughts like that was the only thing that got him through the days - that and knowing his patience would be well rewarded. Bellartix Lestrange was certainly worth waiting for.
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