As Voldemort clutched his head in pain, a flood of memories surged through him. The trapped Harry watched everything unfolding.
"It has gone wrong," he thought. "The ritual must have failed. Please make it fail."
Wormtail was agitating sideways and lay on the ground, pressing the bleeding spot of his arm, gasping and sobbing. Yet upon seeing his Master in such a situation, every pain disappeared, and it was replaced by fear.
Fear that maybe he had done the ritual wrongly. He shivered at the thought of the consequences of such a mistake. Wormtail began remembering every step that should have been taken for the ritual to be successful, and as he remembered, there was nothing he had done wrong.
Still fearing his Lord, Wormtail approached Voldemort, who was in pain.
"My.... Lord..." he murmured, expecting a cold response from his Lord.
However, Voldemort remained there in pain, holding his head. Only a low groan was coming from his Lord. Wormtail took some trembling steps forward and closer to the point where he was within reach of Voldemort.
As he was about to touch his lord, the groaning stopped, and Wormtail saw Voldemort move his hands away from his head.
"So that's how it ended."
Wormtail did not understand what his Lord meant by that, but as he saw Voldemort's scarlet eyes upon himself, Wormtail was frozen with fear.
Wormtail was always afraid of Voldemort, but this time, it was different. It was the fear of being in the presence of a being so consumed by darkness that it defied comprehension.
Voldemort looked at Wormtail and then at the trapped Harry. He remained silent and just kept staring at the boy who was the reason behind his destruction.
Voldemort has just experienced a whole lot of information. When his soul clashed against that of the invading soul, all the memories that Valor had about the Harry Potter universe were transferred to Voldemort.
Voldemort saw how he was reborn from the regeneration potion and the Death Eaters who responded to his call. Then his duel with Harry and how their twin-core wands became locked in Priori Incantatem, allowing Harry to escape.
Everything that happened between his rebirth and his death in Hogwarts was now a vivid memory inside him. His attempts at retrieving the Prophecy between him and Harry. His duel with Dumbledore in the Department of Magic. How he took the Elder Wand from the tomb of Dumbledore. And most importantly, how Harry was an unintended and unknown Horcrux of his.
But that was not all.
There were many other memories from different people's perspectives. Some belonged to Dumbledore, Harry, and many others.
Voldemort saw how Harry, with his two friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, hunted down each Horcrux, leading to his defeat. The very things that were supposed to give him immortality led to his death.
Voldemort also learned the truth about why he never became the real owner of the elder wand. How Draco was the one that disarmed Dumbledore before Snape killed the old wizard. Later, when Harry disarmed Draco, Harry became the true owner of the elder wand.
Moreover, he saw above and beyond that. Not just events he was part of.
Like the events of Grindelwald versus Dumbledore. The wizard Newt Scamander and the magic beasts he collected inside his suitcase.
In the end, all the memories that Valor had from the Harry Potter movies and the Fantastic Beasts movies were now inside Voldemort's head.
But unknown to Voldemort, that was not the only thing that he inherited from the other soul. Some of Valor's behaviours and personality were now merged with Voldemort. The strange thing was that Voldemort did not notice such things or simply believed those behaviours as his own.
Breaking away from his daze, Voldemort commanded, "My wand, Wormtail".
Wormtail slipped one of his hands into a deep pocket and drew out a wand, and handed it to his Lord.
The wand was 13½" long, crafted from yew, and affixed with a phoenix feather core. Voldemort caressed it gently.
Then Wormtail spoke. My Lord ..." he choked, "my Lord ... you promised ... hand ..."
Before he could finish, Voldemort said lazily, "Hold out your arm".
Wormtail's robes were shining with blood now; he had wrapped the stump of his arm in them.
"Oh, Master ... thank you, Master ..."
Voldemort pointed his wand and moved it in the air. A shiny, silver thing trailed behind the wand. At first, it didn't have a definite shape, but then it twisted and turned into a bright copy of a human hand. It looked like it was made of moonlight. This silver hand flew down and attached itself to Wormtail's bleeding wrist. Wormtail's crying suddenly stopped. He breathed heavily, lifted his head, and stared in surprise at the silver hand. It fitted onto his arm perfectly, like a dazzling glove. He moved the shiny fingers, then nervously picked up a small twig from the ground and crushed it into powder.
"My Lord," he whispered. "Master ... it is beautiful ... thank you ... thank you..."
He scrambled forward on his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes.
"May your loyalty never waver again, Wormtail," said Voldemort.
"No, my Lord ... never, my Lord ..." Wormtail stood up, staring at his powerful new hand, his face still shining with tears.
"Now it's time to take care of our little friend," thought Voldemort as he looked at Harry.