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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 in disgust as she looked at Pettigrew, was he really the bad guy here? Or was he just a frightened scaredy-cat cat? Well to Marina, he was the bad guy. If he was so scared, he wouldn't have turned in his own friends. Back in first year, Marina had met (the dead) Lily and James Potter. And honestly, they were like Pavarti and Labender to her. Lily and James had taught her so much about life, and once they left her, to this day, she missed them.
But Marina would never forget James' last words before we leave.
Don't hate on Harry too much. Tell him that we never really left him. And one day, we'll meet again, anyways, see you later orangie.
"Maybe I shouldn't hate Potter...yeah right! Likes that's happening!" Marina thought.
",S—Sirius... R—Remus..." Even Pettigrew's voice was squeaky. Again, his eyes darted toward the door. "My friends... my old friends..."
Black's wand arm rose, but Lupin seized him around the wrist, gave him a warning took, then turned 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," gasped Pettigrew, and Harry could see beads of sweat breaking out over his pasty face, "you don't believe him, do you...? He tried to kill me, Remus..."
"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 squeaked suddenly, pointing at Black, and Harry saw that he used his middle finger, because his index was missing. "He killed Lily and James and now he's going to kill me too... You've got to help me, Remus..."
Black's face looked more skull-like than ever as he stared at Pettigrew with his fathomless eyes.
"No one's going to try and kill you until we've sorted a few things out," said Lupin.
"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 shouted shrilly. "How else did he get out of there? I suppose He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named taught him a few tricks!"
