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Shit. Shit. Shit.
The weak, withered, skulking creature that I had recognized as my father since I was seven years old was no more. Now, he was a tall, well built monster. One that looked like he could crack Harry and I in half if he wanted to. And I feel like he definitely wants to.
His snake like eyes landed on Pettigrew as he asked for his wand and he passed it to him. I tried to ignore the look of sheer satisfaction as he held his wand in his hand, his arm not quivering beneath its power as it had before.
"Hold out your arm."
"Thank you, Master. Thank you." He held out his still bleeding arm, assuming that my father was going to heal him. No luck this time, Ratface.
"The other arm!" He snapped, viciously.
Pettigrew whimpered softly and held out his other arm as my father suck his wand into his skin, causing the rat faced man to wince slightly at the feeling, the dark mark rising on his skin.
He was summoning the others.
This was not good.
Suddenly, dark shapes landed all around us in the cemetery, causing me to reach one hand down and grasp Harry's tightly. I knew that when my father was in his weakened state after the last Wizarding War, only about half of his death eaters stuck around with him, many seemed to believe that while he was weak he couldn't protect them from the Aurors and the imprisonment in Azkaban that awaited them. I knew he was not going to be happy with many of the ones that had showed up once he summoned them.
"Welcome my friends. For some of you, it has been awhile and yet now you stand before me as though it was only yesterday. I must say I am disappointed in a number of you." He sneered, walking around and ripping the death eater's masks off their faces roughly, causing them to fall to the ground.
Pettigrew suddenly was groveling at Voldemort's feet, claiming he had been there for him and helped him.
"Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proven useful over these past few months, Wormtail." He waved his wand and suddenly his hand grew back causing me to roll my eyes, hoping he would have to go handless for another little while.
