Harry Potter: Return From Future

While Harry and Bertha were having their conversation, Peter Pettigrew was walking in haste in the narrow alleys of the same magical settlement.

His walk was full of anxiety and fear as he would turn to look back every few moments.

He continued to walk until he reached the end of the settlement where a single house stood isolated away from all other houses.

With fear palpable on his face, Peter slowly knocked once the wooden gate of the house.

A powerful ward erupted from the house and Peter felt his entire body being scanned by the wards. Peter breathed a sigh of relief when the wards settled back.

Taking a deep breath to ease his nervousness, Peter stepped inside the house. Crossing the outer porch, Peter reached the main hall of the house.

In the centre of the hall, a large wooden chair had been placed. A hideous looking creature was resting on the chair.

The chair looked like a young boy but none of his facial features were clearly defined. His lips, ears and nose appeared as if they had somehow merged with the face. The eyes were nothing more than a narrow slit with a blood red colour sparkling from it. The head of the boy was completely bald and the eyebrows were also missing. The colour of the entire skin be it the face, or the bald head patch or the body was white.

The boy overall was hideous and frightening and evil looking.

"Peter…" the ugly looking creature drawled in deep and hoarse voice. The voice was full of venom and anger as its red eyes sparkled.

Peter shuddered in fright as he fell on his knees.

"My lord…" he begged.

But before he could even complete his sentence, a greyish spell left from the boy's direction and struck Peter on his chest.

Peter fell on the ground with a thud as he convulsed and slithered from the pain of the crucio spell.

"You are supposed to feed me," shrieked Voldemort.

He shook his head in lamentation at the condition he had fallen to. Someone as pathetic as Peter Pettigrew was getting the opportunity to serve him. Him, the greatest wizard to be ever born did not even a servant of good calibre and a lowlife Peter Pettigrew was his attendant. He could only curse the brat Harry Potter in his mind.

Peter recollected himself and positioned himself back in the keeling position.

"My lord," he said in trembling voice. "Give me a chance to explain myself. I have brought some good news."

"Good news you say," muttered Voldemort after a moment of silence. His voice was of clear disbelief and loathe for Peter Pettigrew.

"My lord, I speak the truth," Peter pleaded.

"Speak then, Peter," drawled Voldemort.

Peter took a deep breath, "My lord… Hogwarts is going to host the Triwizard tournament."

"Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy will be coming to Hogwarts to participate in the institute. Students who would be over the age of 20 are allowed to participate."

At the mention of all this information, a glint passed through Voldemort's red eyes.

"Where did you learn all this information, Peter?" Voldemort asked. His voice was heavy and a small magical pressure erupted from it. It was clear that he did not want any nonsense. He wanted truth… honest truth.

"My lord," Peter said with a happy expression. He finally felt some satisfaction at being somewhat useful.

"During my rendezvous at the nearby inn, I encountered Bertha Jorkins," he said. "You may not know her… she is an employee in the ministry of magic."

"She was there with one of her friends enjoying a vacation… a vacation here in Albania," he continued.

"Thinking that she might have some useful information, I decided to overhear their conversation."

He continued after a pause as if to create some mystery, "Although, I faced some difficulty I was able to put my ears in their conversation."

"Coincidentally, same time Bertha was telling her friend about the tournament in detail."

Peter smiled as he tried to lean forward, "My lord… I believe this can be somewhat an useful information for your future plans."

Voldemort sighed deeply, "Why did you not captured that ministry employee and brought her to me? I would have extracted more useful information from her."

Peter shuddered as he stammered, "My lord… she was not alone… I thought it was risky to engage her…"

Another crucio hit Peter on his chest as soon as he completed his answer.

"Coward… pathetic…" Voldemort muttered these two words as he consecutively fired few more curcio at the slithering Peter.

Even though Voldemort felt angry at Peter not trying to capture Bertha and her friend, his mind started to work in overdrive as he started to think about his future plans.

Voldemort needed to reconstruct his physical body to gain the peak of his magical prowess and while he had one method in his mind… he needed Harry Potter it.

And the dark lord had a tingling situation that this tournament could provide him with such an opportunity.

But he needed detailed information about the whole information and definitely a more competent and skilled servant.

Peter Pettigrew was not someone on whom he could rely for his plans.

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