Harry Potter: Return From Future

Bertha thought that whatever Harry Potter was about to do with Peter, which she guessed was to hand over to the ministry, would happen quietly and in front of her. But her guess was all wrong.

Harry approached near her and took a small piece of wooden stick from his robes.

"This is portkey," said Harry as he handed the stick to her. "It will take you close to your house."

"Your family name is the activation key," he added. "I will meet you shortly at your house."

Bertha took the stick with hesitation. She was about to activate it when Harry whispered in a menacing voice, "Whatever has happened here… do not mention it to anyone."

She gulped subconsciously as she nodded in fear. Moments later, she muttered, "Jorkins" and vanished from the spot.

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When Peter reopened his eyes, he found himself in a dimly lit room. To his horror, he was placed on a chair and his hands and legs had been tightly bound with the chair. It was no ordinary binding but some kind of magical bindings. 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. His eyes were almost blazing green and Peter felt a deep sense of fear taking over his body.

"Harry..." he pleaded. "Listen to me… you need to understand… I was forced."

He was begging for mercy, "I am not courageous or powerful like James or Sirius. I had no other option."

"They would had killed me," he begged with tears in his eyes.

"Killed?" Harry scoffed. "A worm like you?"

"They would have not even paid attention to you," 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 bought 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.

Peter shrieked in pain as he felt the spell penetrating his arm… muscles and bones. After moments of screaming, he looked below to witness a small hole the width of a finger in arm. Blood and chunks of muscles was oozing out from the hole.

Peter felt his pain increase multi fold at his sight 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 Peter's arm was pierced once again. Peter felt even greater pain as he shouted and shrieked at 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 arm was riddled with holes. His whole arm had turned into a bloodied mess.

"Harry…" Peter begged. "Please… let me go…"

For some reasons, Peter felt that he could not even lose his consciousness.

Harry did not even respond to Peter's pleading as he took up the torture one step further.

From his finger, red hot and scorching 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 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 anyone 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 hand 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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