Tom Stark-Malfoy

When Pettigrew awoke it was several months into the war. It didn't take him long to realize that he could now mold the future using the knowledge that no one else way privy of.

The first thing he had done, was enact revenge on Bellatrix. She had always looked down on and underestimated him, hence it had almost been too easy to slip poison into her tea that would take away from her the ability to spawn her vile little devil.

The next was gaining the trust of the Dark Lord. Surprisingly, the task had been all too easy but Pettigrew never grew suspicious of this for he was too drunk in his own inflated ego to notice.

Perhaps if he had been less prideful, he would have noticed that Voldemort had left a concealed imperius in the rat-like man's mind- eager to gain sole possession of the memories of a time lost in the past/future.

The day Pettigrew's soul had merged with his younger self, Voldemort immediately knew that this subordinate had changed. It was almost impossible to notice the rat-like man's change when he had immediately begun to plot against Bellatrix with the courage of a lion amongst sheep and with the cunning of a hippopotamus.

However, the memories Voldemort could see in his subordinate's mind were incomplete; as though a bomb had exploded in Pettigrew's mind leaving only debris in place of its original structures. Most of the memories were also insignificant moments of the man cowering, hiding, and being downright pathetic that it sickened Voldemort.

But most important of them all, all information of the moment Voldemort was most interested in didn't exist. All Pettigrew knew about the day of Voldemort's "demise" on the Halloween of '81 were from rumors. From this Voldemort was truly sickened about Pettigrew's incompetence. Hence, Voldemort began to prepare for his 'death' in order to escape his fate of being a wandering soul for many years.

On the day of Voldemort's "demise", for the first time in two years wizarding Britain was silent. There were no magical blasts, or screams of murder. There was only the cold dread of those who were in hiding, and the aggrieved mourning of those who were about to go into hiding.

But before long, it was anticipated that cheers of peace and joy would soon ransack the entirety of the British wizarding community, for the papers announcing the Dark Lord's demise were beginning their travel to all wizarding households.

Indeed these journalists and publishing press had worked fast. But unfortunately, there was one man who worked faster. One Peter Pettigrew had been quick to prepare many things he had experience preparing before.

{Bone of the father, unknowingly given. Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Blood of the enemy, fȯrċɨbŀƴ taken.}

The last ingredient had taken the longest time to be acquired since it was quite difficult to sneakily stab the infant of one's best friend with a syringe without being noticed. Though with it's constant crying of unknown cause, it's cries had smoothly blended in as a normal daily if not hourly occasion.

As for the actual body that Voldemort would use to reconstruct his own. . . well. . . it had been the poor man's oversight to not recognize his master's calculations.

As a result, Pettigrew's body and memories (and soul) had been quickly acquired by Voldemort.

Like a parasite, Voldemort's soul had rapidly devoured Pettigrew's soul as nutrition to his own, leaving half for his future plan.

Surprisingly, he had gained another benefit form absorbing Pettigrew's soul. Sanity. The loss of his appearance was a joy he will never strive to regain. Voldemort would gladly accept any appearance other than a weak muggle's. But the loss of his sanity had been his worst mistake. Without his weapon of intelligence, it had been pure luck that the old man had bitten the dust and his golden boy had been magically blessed but mentally disabled.

Had the infant been half as smart as himself, he may not have ended up winning the war. Hence, Voldemort came up with a plan to preserve his life while maintaining his sanity. And this time, winning the war without any cost to himself.

It was a rather simple plan he had made. 1.) Gain the Deathly Hallows which he now knows exists through Pettigrew's memories of the future. His future self-had been tracking the last hollow- the stone of resurrection- after retrieving the wand and the cloak from the Potter boy. (A rather irksome irony as this had been the first hollow he had possessed, but foolishly had it taken away by his worst adversary. An irksome old man who wouldn't kick the bucket before hindering Voldemort in one way, shape, or form.) And 2.) Use Pettigrew's soul as a tether between his horcruxes and his soul as a back-up plan before he gains possession of all 3 hallows.

However, he would never let that imbecile's soul touch his most prized collection. Hence, the cup had been the first of a new generation of his horcruxes. And Voldemort was proud of it's smooth success.

He could feel Pettigrew's soul writhe in pain. It's struggle was in vain as his own soul had an almost effortless tight grasp on it's core. There was nothing Pettigrew's soul could do other act as a safety rope as it could neither enter reincarnation nor dissipate into nothingness.

After digesting Pettigrew's soul, it had taken him 6 painful years to regain possession of his ring inheritance and absorb 50% of his soul. 5 years after which, he was now absorbing 12.5% of his soul from Helga Hufflepuff's Cup after regaining access to a foolish traitor's manor and hiding spot. [1] .

He truly must thank little Draco. Not only was he efficient during time as a D.E., but he also helped him gain access to Malfoy Manor. Though it was unfortunate that the boy turned out to be a kleptomaniac, and stole his diary. Hogwarts was his next stop and his newly regained subordinate is in position and instructed to allow him access to it's halls with the very same method the little Malfoy had come up with many years ago. Or shall he say… 7 years in the future.

Voldemort almost can't wait to meet this little traitor once more. He had always been the most interesting member of his generation. Such a shame that an intelligent baby snake would be too weak to see where true power lies and too cowardly to seek it. Foolish hopes and dreams of companionship and family had blinded him. Voldemort could only enforce new precautions so that such a mishap wouldn't happen again.

Voldemort had already come up with a plan to make sure Draco can never work under Dumbledore or anyone from the OotP. It would make Draco's demise all the more satisfying once despair and regret wakes him up from his clouded delusions of pitying the weak.

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A.N.: List of Hourcruxes and how much of Voldemort's soul was in each.

1. Marvolo Gaunt's Ring (during the summer before his fifth year) 50%

2. Tom Riddle's Diary (during his sixth year at Hogwarts) 25%

3. Helga Hufflepuff's Cup (after he murdered Hepzibah Smith by poisoning her) 12.5%

4. Salazar Slytherin's Locket (after Riddle murdered a Muggle tramp) 6.25%

5. Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem (after Voldemort murdered an Albanian peasant) 3.125%

6. Harry Potter (Just before the start of the HP series) 1.5625%

7. Nagini (when he was hiding in the forests of Albania) 0.78125%