Harry Potter and Future's Past

Chapter 18

June 19th Continued

"So how do we do this?" Harry asked as they looked at the unconscious form of Peter Pettigrew. He had several red marks and swellings on his forehead as Winky had decided to use a pot rather than magic to keep Pettigrew unconscious.

"Let's call Sirius first," Hermione suggested. "This should be as much his decision as ours. This man betrayed him as well as your parents, caused him to be locked away in Azkaban and in the last timeline, that all ended up with him being dead."

Harry looked at his wife and with a small smile he nodded and pulled out the ever present mirror. "Sirius Black," This time it took a minute for him to respond. When he did, they could see he was in one of the bathrooms at Grimmauld place.

"How's your evening going Pup?"

"Oh the same old stuff, a little of this and that. Got married…you know all the usual."

"Got married?" Sirius asked in a confused voice. "But…but I thought..."

"It was a joke by Neville and Luna. Now if I happen to slip up and say Hermione's my wife they'll not even think about it," Harry explained. "In fact half the school is addressing us as Mr. and Mrs. Potter now."

"So the truth disguised as a joke?" Sirius asked with a glint in his eyes. "Now that's true Marauder style."

"Like I said it was Luna and Neville," Harry said. "Now the reason for the call, we've got Peter here," Harry turned the mirror down so Sirius could see the traitor. "Hermione had a great idea but we wanted ask your thoughts about it."

"What is it?"

"As you know one of the things we have to do is find a logical reason to be looking for a Horcrux in the Room of Requirements," Harry started.

"So we thought we'd change Pettigrew's memories so he thinks that's the mission he was sent to Hogwarts to do; to steal the Diadem," Hermione continued. "It will put another Horcrux in Dumbledore's hands and maybe give us the opening for him to explain them to us."

"Think he will?"

"I stood up to him in the middle of the Great Hall this evening because of Malfoy," Harry said. "He tried to tell me to let Draco run his mouth off like he always does. I explained that doing that only allows the bigotry to continue in the castle. He has got to know by now that I'm not going to roll over and play docile little Harry Potter anymore."

"Just be careful," Sirius said. "The more you argue with him the more you're likely to say something you shouldn't."

"Yeah I know," Harry sighed. "It...it's just the last time he played me; he used my emotions against me. He used your death to further his…his I don't even know what to call it. A game, a plan?" Harry took a couple of breaths before continuing. "For two years after this time I believed in him, believed everything he ever told me. Now knowing what's really happening behind those eyes of his I find it very infuriating."

Hermione wrapped her arms around her husband. "He's a man who's lost sight of the trees because he can only see the forest. He's so wrapped up in Voldemort, he no longer sees anything but him."

Harry sighed again. "I know," He said as he gave his wife a small smile before looking back at the mirror. "So do you agree with the plan to turn him over to Dumbledore? Or do you want a chance at Pettigrew?"