When Peter reopened his eyes, he found himself in a dimly lit room. Apart from the pale yellow light flickering in the room, Peter was not able to see anything.
To his horror, he had been placed on a chair, and his hands and legs had been tightly bound to it. It was no ordinary binding, but some kind of magical restraint. No matter how much force he applied, he could neither move his body nor the chair.
"Why so desperate, Peter?" Peter heard Harry's voice as Harry arrived in front of him emerging out of the darkness.
Harry's eyes were almost blazing green, and Peter felt a deep sense of fear taking over his body as he looked towards those eyes. He could feel… feel in his bones that something dangerous and merciless was approaching towards him.
"Harry..." he pleaded instinctively. "Listen to me… you need to understand… I was forced. I did not do it for myself. Please."
"I am not courageous or powerful like James or Sirius. I had no other option," he begged for mercy hoping that soft hearted Harry might let him go.
"They would have killed me," he begged continuously as tears dripped from his eyes.
"Killed?" Harry scoffed with disdain etched on his face. "A worm like you?"
"You think too highly of yourself, Peter. They would have not even paid attention to you. You are what your name says- A worm, Wormtail," said Harry. "You were worthless in their eyes. In Voldemort's eyes."
Peter flinched at the name.
Harry continued, "Your friends… my father, Sirius, and Remus provided you any worth. Voldemort accepted you as his slave only because you had some information."
"No…" Peter tried to beg more, but Harry cut him off.
"Worry not, Wormtail," he said. "Today is not the day you will die. You have some worth left."
Peter felt a small happiness blooming inside his heart, but Harry's next words brought terror inside his heart.
"But you deserve some punishment," Harry grinned evilly.
Before Peter could react, Harry pointed his index finger at his right arm, and an orange light flashed from it. The light struck on backside of the Peter's palm.
Peter shrieked in pain as he felt the spell penetrating his skin then the muscles and then the bones.
After moments of continuous pain and screaming, he looked below to witness a small hole the width of a finger in his palm. Blood and chunks of muscles were oozing out from the hole. It was a ghastly sight to look at.
Peter felt his pain increase manifold at the sight of his mangled palm as he let out another scream of horror.
"Frightened so early, Wormtail?" Harry chuckled, sending a chill down Peter's spine. "It is just the beginning."
Another flash left Harry's finger as, this time, Peter's forearm was pierced once again. Peter felt even greater pain as he shouted and shrieked at the top of his lungs. But as Harry had said, it was only the beginning.
Harry continued to fire spell after spell until Peter's entire hand was riddled with holes. His whole arm had turned into a bloodied mess. Chunks of muscles and blood were dripping on the ground and Peter could not bear to see it anymore.
"Harry…" Peter begged. "Please… let me go…"
Harry did not even respond to Peter's pleading as he took up the torture one step further.
For some reason, Peter felt that he could not even lose his consciousness. It was wonder of Harry's spell. What enjoyment Harry could have if Peter turned unconsciousness mid way.
From his finger, red hot and scorching light erupted as it grazed Peter's entire arm. Peter could only shriek in terror as he felt his entire arm being roasted.
His skin, his insides… the exposed muscles because of the holes, the blood inside the hole… the veins and the neural network inside the arm… everything was burned. Peter's entire arm turned into charred black.
The entire process continued for some moments when Peter felt the pain suddenly subsiding. It was as if the entire arm had lost even the ability to transmit any pain.
A frown appeared on Harry's face as he stopped.
"You are really pathetic, Wormtail," he mocked. "Your arm got destroyed too early."
Peter felt a lingering hope that maybe his torture was finally over.
"But thankfully you have three more limbs," said Harry with a smirk as Peter felt his entire body tremble in fear.
Harry's pointed index finger moved from Peter's right arm to his left arm, and another orange flash left his finger as Wormtail shrieked in pain.
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The same process of torture repeated for Peter—his both arms and his both legs were charred black.
Peter felt no connection from any of his limbs, and no matter how desperately he wanted, he could not even lose his consciousness.
"Even though, I am still not satisfied," said Harry. "This would suffice for now."
Harry waved his hands, and a white beam of light erupted from it. In minutes, Peter's injured limbs were healed, and he appeared as new as he was before the torture.
"Now my plan," muttered Harry as he placed his finger on Peter's forehead.
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