𝘝𝘖𝘐𝘊𝘌𝘚. harry potter world ¹

𝘹𝘪𝘹. 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

     ''WELL, HELLO, PETER,'' GREETS LUPIN PLEASANTLY, ALTHOUGH HE DIDN'T LOOK FOND OF HIM LIKE HE DESCRIBED TO BE IN HIS STORY. ''LONG TIME, NO SEE.''

     Rory, completely frozen and astonished, managed to point her wand at him. ''What the fuck?''

     Her brain had barely processed the former story, how was she supposed to handle this new altercation. She had a full-grown man, squeaking and looking around completely frightened, and he was a rat before. He was a rat. How her brain was going to handle everything after this, she didn't know.

     Her mind just exploded in pain.

      "S—Sirius. . . R—Remus. . ." Pettigrew's voice is squeaky. His eyes dart towards the door. "My friends. . . my old friends. . ." 

     Black rises his wand, but Lupin seizes him around the wrist, gives him a warning took, then turns again to Pettigrew, his voice light and casual. "We've been having a little chat, Peter, about what happened the night Lily and James died. You might have missed the finer points while you were squeaking around down there on the bed —" 

     "Remus," gasps Pettigrew, he was sweating, "you don't believe him, do you. . . ? He tried to kill me, Remus. . ." 

     Rory glanced from one another; then to her friends, who just like her, had unreadable expressions plastered on their faces. She guessed that Hermione was frightened; because she usually was under pressure. Ron bewildered, probably at the thought of living with that thing for twelve years, but Harry's expression was even more unreadable. 

     Nothing that they had learned from past experiences had prepared them for this one.

     "So we've heard," said Lupin, more coldly. "I'd like to clear up one or two little matters with you, Peter, if you'll be so —" 

     "He's come to try and kill me again!" Pettigrew squeaks suddenly, pointing at Black, and Rory had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "He killed Lily and James and now he's going to kill me too. . . You've got to help me, Remus. . ." 

     Black didn't even know how to look at Pettigrew. 

     "No one's going to try and kill you until we've sorted a few things out," says Lupin. 

    That was rich coming from the man's best friend, Sirius Black now was staring at Peter like he could take him right there with his own bare hands.

     "Sorted things out?" squealed Pettigrew, looking wildly about him once more, eyes taking in the boarded windows and, again, the only door. "I knew he'd come after me! I knew he'd be back for me! I've been waiting for this for twelve years!" 

     "You knew Sirius was going to break out of Azkaban?" said Lupin, his brow furrowed. "When nobody has ever done it before?" 

     "He's got dark powers the rest of us can only dream of!" Pettigrew shouts shrilly. "How else did he get out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him a few tricks!" 

     Rory smirks, her senses completely engulfing her into a hug. ''Your argument is a little weak, but do go on, please.''

      Black starts to laugh, a horrible, mirthless laugh that filled the whole room. "Voldemort, teach me tricks?" he asks. Pettigrew flinches. "What, scared to hear your old master's name? I don't blame you, Peter. His lot aren't very happy with you, are they?" 

     "Don't know what you mean, Sirius —" mutters Pettigrew, his breathing faster than ever, his whole body trembling slightly, his hand scratching his left forearm.