Beneath the hazy moonlight, an old ferry slowly broke the stillness of the sea, bound for the coast of the United Kingdom. It was a vessel often used by illegal migrants. Souls seeking a new life quietly boarded in the darkness, hoping to escape the shadows of the past and pursue an unknown future.
In the shadows of the cabin, a baby lay seemingly quiet in Wormtail's arms. He was wrapped in layers, warm and safe. The baby clutched a wand, its tip pointed straight at Wormtail's heart.
Wormtail held his master with great care, his eyes betraying deep worry and vigilance. His gaze constantly roamed his surroundings, as though trying to catch any danger that might be lurking there. He knew this voyage was full of unknowns and uncertainty. Although his master had his suspicions, he could not be certain whether the Aurors truly believed they could wait for him at that place.
In the darkness, the ferry sailed steadily onward, the waves lapping gently against its hull in a lilting rhythm.
Wormtail leaned against the cabin wall, resting with his eyes closed, yet remaining highly alert despite his exhaustion.
He felt Voldemort's steady breathing, as though they really were safe at that moment, but his heart was filled with anxiety and unease.
He knew that snake was always following him like a shadow. Whatever unexpected circumstances arose, whether he managed to evade his master's attack or turn into a rat in time to escape, that snake would always be able to find him on the vast sea. He prayed silently that this journey would pass without incident.
Time turned back to several days earlier.
Wormtail had brought Voldemort to Ogulin in Croatia, where he found a temporarily unoccupied cottage in a stretch of woodland.
It was not far