Time Turner
. . . fiction by Odyssea
. . .Redemption. . .
Peter worries about his dark lord. He worries physically, rubbing his hands together franticly and chittering under his breath. It's hard to remember that he is human once again. Twelve years, a human mind, soul, and spirit shrunk and compressed into the form of a rat. It was a miracle that he could even transform himself back into human shape.
Peter's back aches, curved over, his arms pressed by his sides, hands bumping together. His legs bend, arthritically, his skin yellow, teeth elongated and painful. He can't run, merely scamper through the woods that separate Hogwarts from Hogsmeade. Away from Sirius and Remus, away from the child who looks so much like James, the child who had destroyed his master, destroyed his only chance to show everyone who had belittled him his true power.
Peter knows that his master is trying to return, that he had been defeated twice by that runt of a child. Peter needs to find him, to aid him, to beg for absolution, for leading him to his destruction, for deserting him for twelve long years. Peter will not, can not, admit that he had hidden because he believed that his master was dead and would never return, that he had thrown away his life to take what praise and honor he could from his supposed death at the hands of Sirius Black.
Peter prays and begs whatever deities or spirits are out there that his master will not consider him to be his betrayer, would not think that Peter had known what would happen when he went to Godric's Hollow that night. It will take time for him to find his master, time he can use to find the best words to convince his lord that he is still his loyal servant, that through Peter his goals can be accomplished. The dream he has sustained for those twelve long years that he will be brought back into his master's circle, where he will serve at his right hand.
It takes him three long weeks to cross the country, from Hogwarts to the small town of Little Hangleton. He finds his master there, insubstantial, like a spirit, surviving only through the power of his hatred. Hatred at Harry Potter, hatred at his own weak body, hatred at the man sitting down to eat inside the big house. Peter fuels this hatred, feeling it burn within them. They sit and plan, a long series of steps that will destroy those who oppose them, restore his master's body, bring their worst enemy to them: Harry Potter. Peter gloats at their plans, especially when his dark lord offers him the chance to become his most powerful servant. A simple sacrifice, his master says, an honor for the man who has not betrayed me, not shunned my name. A man who will sit at my right hand once I reign again across these lands. A man who will do anything for me - my servant, Wormtail.
Peter's redemption is at hand.
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