Being His Daughter CONTINUED

The Edge of the Lake

  I opened my eyes slowly. I could feel someones arms around me and the slow rise and fall of their stomach, where my head rested. I sat up quickly, too quickly, causing Ron to yelp and everyone to whip their heads in my direction. I gaped around at the scene around me.

We were all in a small, dusty room. The wallpaper on the walls was peeling and yellow. But the main things I couldn't take my eyes off of were the people in the room. Sirius Black, unmistakable from his wanted posters, was standing alongside Professor Lupin, and the two of them had wands pointed at a short, fat man who greatly resembled a rat. He was crouched on the ground, twitching a sniffing. Snape was also lying in the corner of the room, unconscious. Ron was sitting under me, his leg bleeding heavily, Harry was beside us, standing, with dirt on his face and a cut eyebrow, while Hermione was standing in another corner, her lip bleeding.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked shrilly. "That's--Sirius Black...and Lupin? Snape? And who the heck is that?" I pointed at the rat man.

"Scabbers," Ron whispered.

"What?"

"That," Professor Lupin said, "Is Peter Pettigrew. And as for the rest, you sure were knocked out for a lot of information, Ms. Riddle--"

Harry instantly began explaining everything into my ear, my eyes widening with more and more information. Ron looked at Harry in awe as he took a deep breath and continued. He was telling me everything so fast. Sirius was the dog. Lupin was a werewolf. Harry stunned Snape. Scabbers was Peter Pettigrew and was clearly not dead like everyone had thought for twelve years. Pettigrew, Black, Lupin, and James Potter had all been friends at school. Black didn't betray the Potters, Pettigrew did.

"Please tell them I'm innocent!" Pettigrew pleaded, scurrying over to me and clutching onto my leg. I squealed and scooted back closer to Ron, kicking at him. He whimpered and backed away quickly. Lupin and Black grabbed his large shoulders and yanked him back, making him fall onto the creaky floor of, what I had just found out, the Shrieking Shack.

"Believe me, Harry," Black said. "I never betrayed James and Lily. I would've died before I did."

Harry simply nodded.

"No!" Pettigrew wailed, falling to his knees after he had just stood up. "Sirius!" He crawled over to him and grabbed his robes. "Old friend!" Sirius kicked him off, scowling. He crawled over to Lupin. "Remus!" Lupin backed away from him. glaring.

"Shall we kill him together?" Lupin asked Black.

Black rolled up his sleeves. "Yes, indeed we shall."

"You wouldn't!" Pettigrew gasped. He hurried over to Ron and I. "Ron--haven't I been a good friend? A good companion? A good rat?"

"I let you sleep in my bed!" Ron said, disgusted as he clutched me to his chest from where we still sat on the ground, him behind me.

"You were so kind master! Please don't let them kill me!" He looked to me. "Ms. Riddle. Please. Have mercy, pretty girl--"

"Don't touch her!" Ron snapped.

Pettigrew whimpered and hurried over to Hermione, who gasped and shrank back into the wall. "Clever girl, you won't let them do it, will you? Will you?"

Hermione closed her eyes and turned away from him in fear. Black grabbed him and pulled him away and shoved him to the ground roughly. Black and Lupin stood over him, holding their wands. Pettigrew started to cry. I turned my head and shoved my face into the side of Ron. It was a horrible scene to watch.