Pettigrew started cowering in fear when magic started to build up in the room. It was like the air was becoming more viscous and hard to move through. The murderous intent was very easy to feel; it was like the magic was broadcasting the Dark Lord’s emotions. Waves of anger, tinged with indignantation collided with Wormtail’s puny magic, which was trying to fight off the bombardment. Voldemort tilted his head and regarded him with a glint in his eye that screamed, danger. In one fell swoop, Pettigrew started crying and Slytherin’s heir put the cruciatus curse on the rat. Glaring, Voldemort revelled in the tortured screams emanating from Wormtail. Blood started to dribble out of his mouth when he bit his tongue to try to contain the screams; it was no use, just like trying to beg for mercy.