Voldemort Defeats Himself

Pettigrew is listening to the radio in the other room, when he hears a high-pitched scream from Voldemort’s bedroom. He immediately burst into the room: "Sir?!"
Voldemort: "There’s a rat!!"
Pettigrew: "What!?"
Voldemort, who is by this time standing on a chair, bouncing about in place: "Rat!"
Pettigrew: "Sir..."
Voldemort: "Raa-AAAAAAT!"
Pettigrew: "Sir..."
Voldemort, who is by this time on the verge of tears: "Ra-a-a-a-aat..."
Pettigrew: "I don’t see it."
Voldemort: "Find it!"

As Voldemort goes on frantic on his chair, Pettigrew's little rodent wheel in his head begins turning for the first time in a long time. 'If I were a rat, where would I be?' He shifts form.

Voldemort, wand by this time in hand: "RAAAAAAAT! Avada kedavra!"

Pettigrew's crumpled corpse shifts back from its animagus form.

Voldemort: "Petty...? Petty...?"
He begins to cry.
"NOOOOOOOOOO! My Petty!"
He comes down from his chair and collapses to his knees by Pettigrew’s body: "Dearest…" He freezes as something catches his attention from the corner of his eye.
The real rat comes out from under the bed.
In a high-pitched voice: "RAAAAAAAAAAAT!"
He jumps back on the chair, frantically bouncing again, and crying.

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Several hours later, we find him sitting curled up on the chair, a complete wreck.
"Rats! Petty gone... Rats! Petty gone... Rats!"
Wide-eyed in insanity, he bursts to his feet, again standing on the chair: "Enough! I can’t take it anymore! I don’t want a world infested with vermin! Or, without Petty..." He takes his wand to himself... "Avada... Kedavra."



Fin.