Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With Voldemort's Servant Part 1

"You knew Sirius was going to break out of Azkaban?" said Lupin, his brow furrowed. "When nobody has ever done it before?"  

"He's got dark powers the rest of us can only dream of!" Pettigrew shouted shrilly. "How else did he get out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him a few tricks!" 

 Black started to laugh, a horrible, mirthless laugh that filled the whole room. 

 "Voldemort, teach me tricks?" he said. 

 Pettigrew flinched as though Black had brandished a whip at him. 

 "What, scared to hear your old master's name?" said Black. "I don't blame you, Peter. His lot aren't very happy with you, are they?" 

 "Don't know what you mean, Sirius —" muttered Pettigrew, his breathing faster than ever. His whole face was shining with sweat now. 

 "You haven't been hiding from me for twelve years," said Black. "You've been hiding from Voldemort's old supporters. I heard things in Azkaban, Peter. . . . They all think you're dead, or you'd have to answer to them. . . . I've heard them screaming all sorts of things in their sleep. Sounds like they think the double-crosser double-crossed them. Voldemort went to the Potters' on your information . . . and Voldemort met his downfall there. And not all Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, did they? There are still plenty out here, biding their time, pretending they've seen the error of their ways. . . . If they ever got wind that you were still alive, Peter —" 

 "Don't know . . . what you're talking about. . . ," said Pettigrew again, more shrilly than ever. He wiped his face on his sleeve and looked up at Lupin. "You don't believe this — this madness, Remus —" 

"I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat," said Lupin evenly. 

 "Innocent, but scared!" squealed Pettigrew. "If Voldemort's supporters were after me, it was because I put one of their best men in Azkaban — the spy, Sirius Black!" 

 Black's face contorted. "How dare you," he growled, sounding suddenly like the bearsized dog he had been. "I, a spy for Voldemort? When did I ever sneak around people who were stronger and more powerful than myself? But you, Peter — I'll never understand why I didn't see you were the spy from the start. You always liked big friends who'd look after you, didn't you? It used to be us . . . me and Remus . . . and James. . . ." 

 Pettigrew wiped his face again; he was almost panting for breath. "Me, a spy . . . must be out of your mind . . . never . . . don't know how you can say such a —" 

 "Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it," Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backward. "I thought it was the perfect plan . . . a bluff. . . . Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they'd use a weak, talentless thing like you. . . . It must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters." 

 Pettigrew was muttering distractedly; Astraea caught words like "far-fetched" and "lunacy," but she couldn't help paying more attention to the ashen color of Pettigrew's face and the way his eyes continued to dart toward the windows and door. 

"Professor Lupin?" said Hermione timidly. "Can — can I say something?" 

 "Certainly, Hermione," said Lupin courteously. 

 "Well — Scabbers — I mean, this — this man — he's been sleeping in Harry's dormitory for three years. If he's working for You-Know-Who, how come he never tried to hurt Harry before now?" 

 "There!" said Pettigrew shrilly, pointing at Ron with his maimed hand. "Thank you! You see, Remus? I have never hurt a hair of Harry's head! Why should I?" 

 "I'll tell you why," said Black. "Because you never did anything for anyone unless you could see what was in it for you. Voldemort's been in hiding for fifteen years, they say he's half dead. You weren't about to commit murder right under Albus Dumbledore's nose, for a wreck of a wizard who'd lost all of his power, were you? You'd want to be quite sure he was the biggest bully in the playground before you went back to him, wouldn't you? Why else did you find a wizard family to take you in? Keeping an ear out for news, weren't you, Peter? Just in case your old protector regained strength, and it was safe to rejoin him. . . ." 

 Pettigrew opened his mouth and closed it several times. He seemed to have lost the ability to talk. 

 "Er — Father — Sirius?" said Astraea. Black jumped at being addressed like this and stared at Astraea as though he had never seen anything quite like her. 

"Did you just call me-?" he trailed off as if not believing what he had heard. Astraea blushed.

 "If you don't mind me asking, how — how did you get out of Azkaban, if you didn't use Dark Magic?" 

 "Thank you!" gasped Pettigrew, nodding frantically at her. "Exactly! Precisely what I —" But Lupin silenced him with a look. 

Black was frowning slightly at his daughter, but not as though he were annoyed with her. He seemed to be pondering his answer. 

 "I don't know how I did it," he said slowly. "I think the only reason I never lost my mind is that I knew I was innocent. That wasn't a happy thought, so the dementors couldn't suck it out of me . . . but it kept me sane and knowing who I am . . . helped me keep my powers . . . so when it all became . . . too much . . . I could transform in my cell . . . become a dog. Dementors can't see, you know. . . ." He swallowed. "They feel their way toward people by feeding off their emotions. . . . They could tell that my feelings were less — less human, less complex when I was a dog . . . but they thought, of course, that I was losing my mind like everyone else in there, so it didn't trouble them. But I was weak, very weak, and I had no hope of driving them away from me without a wand. . . . 

 "But then I saw Peter in that picture . . . I realized he was at Hogwarts with Harry and you . . . perfectly positioned to act, if one hint reached his ears that the Dark Side was gathering strength again. . . ." 

 Pettigrew was shaking his head, mouthing noiselessly, but staring all the while at Black as though hypnotized. 

 ". . . ready to strike at the moment he could be sure of allies . . . and to deliver the last Potter to them. If he gave them Harry, who'd dare say he'd betrayed Lord Voldemort? He'd be welcomed back with honors. . . . 

 "So you see, I had to do something. I was the only one who knew Peter was still alive. . . ."

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