"Leave me." Slytherin’s heir ordered. It was obvious he was not in the best of moods and Peter wanted to leave fast, he didn’t want to be tortured any more. Wormtail practically apperated from the spot, though still wracking in little shakes. Voldemort stared vacantly at the spot of blood on the floor. As if he was still disbelieving, he cast the spell on himself. He had done it before, in his Hogwarts days and a few times after that. It was extremely rare to have one, and it doesn’t show who it is unless they had been born yet. Unsurprisingly, the words "Harry James Potter" rose up from the ground in front of him.