Iridescent

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 7

Somewhere in the Austrian Alps is a dark place that once used to be Grindelward's prison where he kept muggles and enemies of some sort. The stoned fortress that stood still on top of the mountains hasn't been touched since the death of the late dark wizard. After the victory of the last battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort overturned it into his very own imprisonment. A tortured place for personal amusement.

Traitors. Muggles. Enemies. Anything that would dare cross his path all landed themselves a ticket to Nurmengard, the place "For the Greater Good".

The screams of pain bounced along the thick cement walls of the isolated tower. Terror filled the empty room as Avery sat on a chair, facing the traitor that pleads for mercy.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

"P-please." He cried out. "I have already told you what I know."

Avery sighed as he rose from the chair and walked towards the metal stand. He plopped down the bloody ax and reached for his wand, sitting next to ten of Pettigrew's revolting fingers, all severed and dried out from blood.

"Peter, Peter, Peter. You filthy coward." Avery called out as he sat back down on the chair. "You've betrayed your friends for us the first time. What makes you think that you could get away with betraying us?"

Sweat drips down the center of Pettigrew's forehead as it mixes with the blood from his broken nose and busted lips.

"You really had faith in Voldemort's death that you ran away and decided to switch sides at the last minute." Avery chuckled as he twirled his wand around his fingers. "You see, we've been keeping an eye on you since day one. Pathetic of you to even think that a little boy could possibly kill our Dark Lord."

Pettigrew wailed, repeating sorrows and prayers. Begging for his life. Desperate to live.

"Now that your fingers are severed off, what's next?" Avery smiled. "How about... crucio?"

Red light flashed out as Pettigrew's screams reached every corner of the room. The pain was so unbearable that he couldn't even mutter out any coherent words.

The screams suddenly came to a halt as Avery lifted his wand. Panting out loud, Pettigrew shook his head with tears dripping down his bloody cheeks.

"If- if I told you what I know, w-would you let me live?" He choked out in pain.

"Sure." Avery suggested as he sat up. "Why not."

Pettigrew sucked in a deep breath as he continued. "I-I'm not sure where they are now. But they could possibly be hiding in their old locations."

He stared at Avery, hoping to see a reaction out of him. "Y-you know? The Number 12 Grimmauld Place o-or Godric's Hollow."

It is true that Pettigrew really didn't know anything about the Order. He's useless. If he did actually know where they were, he would have realized that no one is stupid enough to go back to a place where protection is no longer given.

"See how easy that was?" Avery said as he stood up. "All you had to do was give us the location and you wouldn't have to lose your fingers. Possibly, save yourself from a lot of pain as well."

Pettigrew nodded as he gave out a breath of relief. "A-are you really going to let me go?" He asked.

Avery stared at him and smiled. "Sure. Let me help you out of here." He says right before the entire room was filled with green.

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The birds chirped around the manor as Elysia sat near her window, reading a book to pass time. The morning fog managed to disappear by the time Elysia had finished the last few pages of the book. There was a knock at the door that pulled Elysia's thoughts from her book into reality. "Come in."