𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

third year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 15

t h i r d  p e r s o n    (L y r a)

"Well, hello, Peter." Lupin said lightly, staring down his nose at the cringing little man. "Long time no see."

"S-Sirius... R-Remus..." Pettigrew's voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Sirius drew the wand he stole off of Snape, but Lupin grabbed by the wrist and gave him a stern look.

"We've been having a little chat, Peter, about what happened the night Lily and James died." Lyra glanced quickly at Harry, noting that he was staring intently at the disgusting rat man. "You might have missed the finer points while you were squeaking around down there on the bed-"

"Remus," gasped Pettigrew, his face showing his pure horror. "You don't believe him, do you? He tried to kill me, Remus..."

"So we've heard." Said Lupin coldly. "I'd like to clear up one or two little maters with you, Peter, if you'd be so-"

"He's come to try and kill me again!" Pettigrew shrieked, pointing at Black, who glanced around almost like to check it he was talking about him.

Lyra rolled her eyes. "Does this little rat ever stop interrupting people?" She said under her breath. Hermione must have heard because she turned to her and gave her a warning look.

"Sh!" She hissed. "This is serious." Lyra put her hands up quickly, acting innocent.

Pettigrew continued. "He killed Lily and James, and now he's going to kill me too. You've got to help me Remus..."

"No one's going to try and kill you until we've sorted a few things out." Said Lupin. Black looked like he wanted very much to contradict what Lupin said, and murder Pettigrew on the spot, but he refrained from doing so.

"Sorted things out?" Squealed Pettigrew incredulously, his watery eyes bulging. "I knew he'd come after me! I knew he'd be back for me! I've been waiting for twelve years!"

"You knew Sirius was going to break out of Azkaban when has ever done it?" Lupin asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"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!"

Black started to laugh, a terrifying, crackly, dry laugh that filled the room. "Voldemort?" Lyra flinched, and so, to her surprise, did Pettigrew. "Teach me tricks?"

Black noticed how Pettigrew startled and his grin grew even larger. "What?" He asked cruelly. "Scared to hear your old masters name? I don't blame you, Peter. His lot aren't very happy with you, are they?"

"Don't know - what you mean, Sirius -" stuttered Pettigrew, almost shaking in fear. In Lyra's opinion, it was a truly pathetic sight.

"You haven't been hiding from me for twelve years, you've been hiding from Voldemort's old supporters. I heard things in Azkaban, Peter. They all think you're dead, or you'd have to answer to them. I've heard them screaming all sorts of things in their sleep. Sounds like they think the double-crosser double-crossed them."

"Voldemort went to the Potters on your information, and Voldemort met his downfall there. And not all of Voldemort's supporters ended up in Azkaban, did they? There are still plenty out here, hiding, biding their time, pretending they've seen the error of their ways. If they ever hear wind you were still alive, Peter..."

"Don't know - what you're talking about." Muttered Pettigrew again, looking ever so slightly nauseous. He looked up from the floor, at Lupin. "You don't believe this - this madness, Remus."

"I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat." Said Lupin evenly.

"Innocent, but scared!" Squeaked Pettigrew, turning green now. "If Voldemort's supporters were after me, it's because I put one of their best men in Azkaban - the spy, Sirius Black!"