"Look me in the eye." Slowly looking from the ground, Wormtail trembled as he met the ruby eyes of the Dark Lord. Pettigrew’s eyes got glazed as his conscious got shoved into his mind. Using non-verbal legilimency, Voldemort started filing through it. At his forefront is terror, with a tinge of apprehension. His thoughts were whizzing around the chaotic mess which was Pettigrew’s mindscape. It was filled with blobs of memories that weren’t in any way ordered which only further disorganized it. He obviously didn’t know or used occlumency. The Dark Lord continued studying his mindscape until he found the memory which Wormtail wanted him to find, as the unidentifiable shape glowed a faint silvery light. He grabbed it and felt a sensation that was comparable to a pensieve. He then saw Wormtail entering a house, very plain and not very impressive. When the door opened, Mrs. Potter smiled and beckoned him to come inside. Voldemort sneered at her, such a waste of magical talent. She obviously was blinded by the so called "radiancy" of Albus Dumbledore. On a wall in the hallway leading into the house stood a calendar, stating it was October 22th judging by the lines through every date before it. When Peter went into the house James Potter smiled. The cheeky grin dropped when he glanced at the baby in a worn-down crib that's in the corner of the room; bawling. He glared murderously at the child and ignored him, Memory-Wormtail squinted his eyes in thought, "Why is James ignoring his child?"