( Warehouse, Outskirts of London )
"I'm not sure I can do this," Peter complained once again, as Kingsley gave him another piercing look, silencing the man's complaints.
Towering over Peter with his impressive physical form helped increase the impact of his next words, "You're the one who offered to turn informant Peter," Kingsley quietly spoke, his dark features turning serious as he confronted the murderer. "Need I remind you that there are plenty of free cells in Azkaban just waiting for you if you're having second thoughts," he threatened.
"Plus you'll have cuddly dentors as your permanent roommates; they can give you nice warm cuddles in the mornings, afternoons, evenings. Pretty much all day, everyday, actually, maybe even a midnight kiss," Adam voiced with amusent as Peter flinched, Kingsley giving him a stern look which said 'shut the fuck up and get on with your job.'
"No, no, I'll do it," the pale white Peter voiced quickly in agreent, the alternative not at all appealing.
"Good," Kingsley agreed, giving Peter a warning look, which clearly said, 'don't ss about.'
The team dic then stepped forward, "Here take these, it will help," Catherine offered flatly, whilst carefully handing Peter a couple of vials. "The first one is a modified calming draught, not standard issue." Catherine offered, with a reassuring smile.
"While it's a weak one, it will help keep your fears in check during the eting," Kingsley smiled warmly at her for the excellent idea. He'd accept any thod to increase the chances for success here.
"The second one is a rare little potion called liquid luck. As the na suggests it will make you incredibly lucky for a short ti," Catherine explained, gesturing to the small vial with a golden mixture within.
"I know what it is, but I've never used it before," Peter voiced, examining the golden liquid, before adding, "It's extrely difficult to brew. Every step has to be just perfect, down to the second even. There is absolutely no room for error, otherwise it becos a very potent poison," the criminal voiced sheepishly, as the nearby aurors gave the rat animagus curious looks, which caused Peter to shift uneasily under their attention. "Potions was my only good subject at Hogwarts."
Catherine offered Peter another smile, "Indeed. You have nothing to worry about; this batch was already tested. Together they should help you get the information we need. You just need to keep it together. Just rember, you have a pardon at the end of this, whatever you say, no matter how incriminating, won't matter, as long as we get Lord Malfoy. That's the only thing that matters. No Lord Malfoy, ans no pardon, and you spend the rest of your life in a cell with dentors for best friends."
"And we might just let you keep that gold Malfoy promised you," Adam expressed as Peter's face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree at the prospect of all that gold. It would be useful during his exile if he was successful. "That's if you do a good job."
Kingsley decided to keep his mouth shut on the matter, since he knew that there was no way in hell that Peter would be walking away with such valuable evidence. After all, this was the type of evidence the Ministry could easily misplace and the Order could certainly use it to bolster their diminished war chest.
"Peter, you should take them now," gesturing to the vials with a wave of his hand. "It's almost ti," he announced, making sure that the rat understood that it was an order, rather than a deniable request, as he turned to address his n. "Get everyone into position, the party will be starting soon," his fellow Aurors began to move to their pre-designated positions.
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Warehouse, Ground Floor
He watched as a rat timidly appeared from behind a stack of wooden storage crates, its little head carefully scanning the room for any dangers by sniffing the stale air, before it slowly made its way across the plain concrete floor towards him. He couldn't help but smile at watching Peter's natural behaviour; it was so amusing. Once the rat animagus was satisfied he was safe it silently shifted back into its human form. His lips curled in disgust as he noticed that the man's clothes had certainly seen better days and rather slled.
He watched as the rat-like wizard in question waved his wand, his lips moving quietly whilst casting a cleaning charm to removed the accumulated gri from his faded robes, before sniffing himself, his features shifting to disgust before casting another spell to obviously deal with the sll.
"Ah Peter, my old friend. I must say, I didn't think you had the nerve to actually kill the Potter brat, especially after all of your other failures," he announced in greeting, a cruel smile appearing on his features, as he strolled leisurely through the empty muggle warehouse on the outskirts of London.
"What can I say Lucius, it was him or . I have no interest in going to jail and I need gold so I can keep running. Just like it was with the other Potters; you gave a choice, betray them and serve You-know-Who as a spy, or die. But I too am surprised the plan actually worked," Peter expressed with a shrug, his beady eyes watching the ruthless lord.
"Indeed, but you did have so outside help," Lucius confird, as he looked around the warehouse for anything out of place while still keeping the rat man in sight.
"No I didn't," Peter countered.
"No, you idiot, the goblets were switched, that's why your poison worked. I had the goblets swapped," Lucius snarled back.
"You did?" Peter stated, his rat like face morphing into a look of confusion.
He made eye contact with Peter once he finished his discreet scan, "Of course I did, after your many failures, I decided to give you a hand. Hence you're only getting half of what we agreed."
"What?! I didn't ask for your help!" Peter protested.
"The mont you ssed up your first attempt you got involved Pettigrew;, it was ant to be clean, but you ssed up. So I had to step in," Lucius countered. "You get half, that's final. I was the one who provided you the nas of those poison suppliers. Besides, you should be proud of yourself Peter, many wizards have tried to kill the Potters over the long centuries, but it was you who succeeded where so many others have failed. How many people can say that they ended such an ancient line? You also almost got the Boy-Who-Lived too."
"That was an accident; I don't know how that happened," Peter muttered, before his face brightened like a light bulb. "That was you!"
"As far as the world is concerned it was your doing, Peter Pettigrew, master assassin," Lucius countered smugly, as Peter suddenly looked around.
"Sothing wrong Peter?" Lucius enquired, catching onto Peter's nervousness, the smile disappearing from his face, as he discreetly checked his surroundings again.
"No, nothing wrong, Lucius, I just heard a cat," Peter quickly replied, before offering a reassuring smile. "You know how it is; an animagus receives part of their animal's instincts, hence every purr makes jump," Lucius couldn't help but chuckle at the embarrassing confession.
"I also have Aurors after , and they've almost caught several tis now, and I have only got away by getting lucky. I've had to lose them in the sewers a few tis now. So I don't like staying out in the open too long. Can we get on with this? I really need to get out of the country," Lord Malfoy nodded in understanding, accepting the reasonable explanation.
"Fine," Lord Malfoy muttered with a disappointed sigh. "I need get to back to the Ministry anyways, before I am missed. The Minister can be such a drain, but he needs to help him decide policy asures," Peter nodded in understanding.
"How are you here then? Shouldn't you be at the ministry?" Peter asked.
"Ti Turner," the death eater offered, clearly expecting the answer to be self explanatory.
"What's that? I've never heard of it," Peter pushed eagerly.
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