Vi's POV.
It took a few seconds for the absurdity of this statement to sink in.
“You’re both mental!" Ron said.
“Ridiculous!” said Hermione faintly.
“Peter Pettigrew’s dead!” said Harry. “He killed him twelve years ago!” He pointed at Black,whose face twitched convulsively.
"They do have a point there." I said.
“I meant to,” he growled, his yellow teeth bared, “but little Peter got the better of me… not this time, though!”
And Crookshanks was thrown to the floor as Black lunged at Scabbers; Ron yelled with pain as Black’s weight fell on his broken leg.
“Sirius, NO!” Lupin yelled, launching himself forwards and dragging Black away from Ron again. I went to help Lupin. “WAIT! You can’t do it just like that — they need to understand — we’ve got to explain —”
“We can explain afterwards!” snarled Black, trying to throw Lupin and me off. One hand was still clawing the air as it tried to reach Scabbers, who was squealing like a piglet, scratching Ron’s face and neck as he tried to escape.
“They’ve — got — a — right — to — know — everything!” Lupin panted, still trying to restrain Black. “Ron’s kept him as a pet! There are parts of it even I don’t understand, and Harry — you owe Harry and Violet the truth, Sirius!”
"Yes- you- do!" I said with the strength I had.
Sirius stopped struggling, though his hollowed eyes were still fixed on Scabbers, who was clamped tightly under Ron’s bitten, scratched, and bleeding hands.
“All right, then,” Sirius said, without taking his eyes off the rat. “Tell them whatever you like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for…”
“You’re nutters, both of you,” said Ron shakily, looking round at Harry and Hermione for support. “I’ve had enough of this. I’m off.”
He tried to heave himself up on his good leg, but Lupin raised his wand again, pointing it at Scabbers.
“You’re going to hear me out, Ron,” he said quietly. “Just keep a tight hold on Peter while you listen.”
“HE’S NOT PETER, HE’S SCABBERS!” Ron yelled, trying to force the rat back into his front pocket, but Scabbers was fighting too hard; Ron swayed and overbalanced, and Harry caught
him am pushed him back down to the bed. Then, ignoring Sirius, Harry turned to Lupin.
“There were witnesses who saw Pettigrew die,” he said. “A whole street full of them…”
“They didn’t see what they thought they saw!” said Sirius savagely, still watching Scabbers struggling in Ron’s hands.
“Everyone thought Sirius killed Peter,” said Lupin, nodding. “I believed it myself — until I saw the map tonight. Because the Marauder’s map never lies… Peter’s alive. Ron’s holding him, Harry.”
Harry looked down at Ron. I don't think their going to believe Lupin and Sirius. Their story made no sense whatsoever. How could Scabbers be Peter Pettigrew? Azkaban must have unhinged Black after all — but why was Lupin playing along with him?
Then Hermione spoke, in a trembling, would-be calm sort of voice, as though trying to will Professor Lupin to talk sensibly.
“But Professor Lupin… Scabbers can’t be Pettigrew… it just can’t be true, you know it can’t…”
“Why can’t it be true?” Lupin said calmly, as though they were in class, and Hermione had simply spotted a problem in an experiment with Grindylows.
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Violet Lily Potter. Book 1.
Fiksi Penggemar*warning* It's a bit slow at first but it will get interesting soon. What if Harry had a twin sister but didn't know? What if his twin was saved only because of him? In this story this is exactly what happens. They meet on the train to Hogwarts in t...
