Chapter 162 – Arriving Letters
"Here is everything we learned from Wormtail." Moody explained, taking a swing from his flask after putting a stack of documents on Dumbledore's desk. "He is true to his name; that boy has no spine at all."
"How's he mentally?" The old wizard asked, opening the first folder and skimming through it.
"Broken. As always, the Dark Lord had some protection spells on it. Getting through those was not easy, and it had adverse effects on his psyche; I don't think he will recover."
"What does that mean, Alastor? No need to be soft with me; I ordered you to do everything possible to get the information out of him."
"He mentally reverted to a state of how he was at the start of his life in Hogwarts. He doesn't remember anything else anymore, even forgetting the ability to turn into a rat. We made sure it wasn't just an act, giving ample opportunities for him to try and escape, but he didn't take it. As we speak, he usually is hunkered down in his temporary cell, crying and calling for his mom."
"I see... In the end, little Peter is the one who comes out on top of it all. He forgot his sins and all the evil he did, returned to a blissful existence, and started fresh, as so many before him could never do. Ironic."
"Yes. Life... is unfair." Alastor nodded, taking another swing, "What should we do with him?"
"We will transfer him to one of our prisons. Tell the guards there to be on high alert for two reasons."
"Two?" He asked back, surprised.
"We can't be sure about Tom's next move. He may try to recover him, but that is unlikely in my eyes. I am more worried about Sirius and the last Weasley."
"Both are uncontrollable." Moody agreed, leaning on his walking stick and putting his flask away. "The former is totally lost in his revenge; no matter what he says, he thinks the opposite of it."