The Seer

Chapter 39

I fell with a thump on the ground, the rock flying away from me as I tried to catch my breath after having it knocked from me. I hid my wand as quickly and subtly as possible, before pushing myself up to look around just to be met with a wand in my face. My eyes trailed up the arm of the person hold the wand to Peter Pettigrew standing there.

"Get up," He demanded flicking his wand upwards, causing me to slowly rise to my feet, with my hands held up to show I wasn't a threat, "Walk," He demanded flicking his wand to the side indicating the direction he needed me to go. I quickly turned and began to walk to the graying the house, he followed right behind me with his wand pressed to my back. I slowly opened the door, and walked forwards. I was forced up the stairs before taking a left causing me to freeze in place. I knew where I was, I had seen it before, the sharp jab of the wand in my back kept me moving forwards. With a shaky hand I pushed open to see the room with a roaring fire, and a bundle of cloth sat on the chair. I immediately tried to turn and run but the force of an arm shoving against my back sent me flying forwards as I tripped over my feet before landing in front of the chair.

"Wise witch," Voldemorts raspy voice called down to me, before I was grabbed and forced into a chair that caused ropes to magically form around my legs and arms holding me in place. 

"Voldemort," I growled out, "Barty says hello," I snarked at him.

"One would think they should watch they way they speak, considering they have no power," He chuckled.

"Yeah, but you want me alive," I growled, "So what will you attually do to me, you also need me sane, so you can't torture me for long,"

"Your much braver then expected," He stated as Peter adjusted Voldemorts body so I could see his face.

"Yeah, well I got some good advice," I gripped the chair tightly causing my knuckles on my fingers to turn bright white. Imagine a box, close the box, throw away the key. I glared at the man sat before me.

"Why am I here," I demanded to know.

"In your lovely little vision, you interfer before the spell can be done, better to contain you now," He explained, "It also saves us the hastle of having to track you down later," I immediately felt the walls of my brain to slam up and lock down. SOme how some way I had tricked this man into seeing a different vision then what really played out, I had to make sure he couldn't see what really happens otherwise, I'll be moved. I began to look around the room, taking in all of the dirt and dust.

"Nice place you got here," I stated, "Couldn't use take the time to clean it up properly Wormtail?" I questioned, "Or are you just used to running around in filth like the rat you are?" A hand whiped out as a punch was landed to my left cheek, causing my head to snap to the side, and the warmth of blood to flood my mouth. I quickly spit the blood out of my mouth onto the ground.

"Now, now Wormtail, lets not stoop down to such a primitive way of violence," Voldemort tutted at the rat, "She's a guest, a pure blood like you and I. Show her how ones born with pure magic handle things," He smirked, that's when Peter raised his wand up to me with a smile on his face before he muttered, "Crucio,"

It felt as though all of the nerves on my body were lit on fire. Screams sourounded me in the room, my throat became scratchy, tears streamed down my eyes, my nails dug into the arms of the chair, and it felt as though I couldn't breath. It felt like an enternity before the curse was lift from my body. I let out a gasping breath, as my body slumped against the chair. I felt my hands relax as my heart slowly began to beat a normal pace once.

"Again," Voldemort muttered, causing it to all happen once again, this time it went on for even longer before the curse was once again lift from my body. I let out a sob as it ended, snot was now clogging my nose, causing me to cough some of it up. I could feel wood jammed up into my fingernail beds.