The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 9 ✔️

A/N- I saw a comment saying that Charlotte should have known Pettigrew's story because she had read the Harry Potter books. First, JKR wrote the books the way they were originally in this story. So, in her story, Sirius Black was the criminal, so Charlotte read that Sirius was the innocent criminal. But in this story, Sirius was seen as innocent and now Peter is the criminal that is actually innocent. Charlotte did not know that Peter was innocent because she read it differently.

Charlotte's POV- 

I panted trying to get some air in my lungs, I had lost the rat, but I was sure it was Pettigrew. How many rats only have one finger? I gripped my wand and pointed it straight out in front of me, towards the trees. If I couldn't find Pettigrew, I needed him to come to me. 

"Peter Pettigrew! I know you're here! I saw you! Come out! I'll find you!" I shouted; I wasn't sure if my voice sounded as nervous as I actually was. I heard the bushes shake from my left, I jumped, pointing at them.

"Pettigrew! Come out!" I yelled again; I saw a pair of hands push the bushes apart. Peter Pettigrew stepped out of the bushes, they snapped shut behind him, almost like a door. Pettigrew straightened his shoulders, he was very skinny and tall, but he looked exhausted, there were deep purple smudges under his eyes, his skin was pale, almost giving a grey tint to them. His hair was very long, almost reaching his shoulders, but it was very uneven. There were sections of it that were much shorter than the rest. 

"Charlotte Potter, you look just like your mother." He laughed. He didn't seem like the weak, scared Peter Pettigrew I read about in the books, but I gripped my hand tighter, pointing it at his chest. 

"Stay back! I'll shoot you!" I yelled; Peter threw his head back, laughing.

"Then why did you call me? Why did you come running into the forest after me?" Peter asked as he started circling me. 

"Because I needed to know,"

"Know what?" He asked, still smirking.

"I needed to know if you are actually a criminal." His grin slipped; he stopped right in front of me. 

"If I tell you, would you believe me?" I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought about it. The story Fred told me made little sense, but only Pettigrew know the answers. I had to trust her gut, and it was telling me to listen to him, but I needed to ask him one thing first.

"Do you have the mark?"

"What?" 

"Do you have the dark mark? Lift up your sleeve and show me." I said, using my wand to point at his arm. Peter pushed his sleeve back, I expected a dark mark, I was waiting for it, but no, all there was, was dirty pale skin. 

"But-but?"

"What? Dog got your tongue?" He laughed, his eyes twinkling mischievously. 

"But everyone thinks you betrayed them? Did you?"

"Of course, I didn't!" He yelled, I jumped back, holding my wand higher. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered, he shut his eyes breathing deeply to calm himself, running a hand through his long hair.

"Tell me what happened, please." 

"I will tell you when you put your wand down," Peter remarked, opening his eyes, he sat down and leaned against a tree, crossing his legs, as he watched me, put my wand in my pocket. 

"Now, tell me."

Peter's POV- 

12 years ago, Flashback-