𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

third year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 16

t h i r d p e r s o n (L y r a)

His pale face grew a small smirk. "Except when I come to watch the Quidditch, of course... you fly as well as your father did, Harry." He looked at Harry, who held his gaze, his chin held high in something of a proud manner.

"Believe me," Black croaked desperately, throat dry. "Believe me. I never betrayed James and Lily. I would have died before I betrayed them!"

The air was sucked out of the room, every pair of eyes landed on Harry, who, even while out of his depths, looked confident and brave. He nodded quickly, barely noticeable if you weren't staring at him so intently, which everyone in the room happened to be doing.

"No!" Pettigrew yelled, falling to his knees and grovelling around on the floor, hands together as though in prayer. He grabbed at the bottom of Blacks torn robes, tugging them like a toddler would. "Sirius, it's me, it's Peter, your friend... you wouldn't..."

Black kicked, his foot landing somewhere near Pettigrew's chest. Pettigrew recoiled, grimacing. "There's enough filth on my robes without you touching them." Black said, staring down his nose at Pettigrew.

"Remus!" Pettigrew squeaked, shuffling over to the professor. "You don't believe this.... Wouldn't Sirius have told you they'd changed the plan?"

"Not if he thought I was the spy, Peter..." Lyra noticed that Lupin had sent a short glance at Black, who seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him at all costs, and instead was looking around the grotty room. "I assume that's why you didn't tell me, Sirius?"

"Forgive me, Remus..." Black said, guilt seemingly hanging over his head like a dark storm cloud that had been building in the twelve years they had been apart.

"Not at all, Padfoot, old friend." He said, rolling up his sleeves and revealing healed scars running up and down his arms. "And will you, in turn, forgive me for believing you were the spy?"

"Of course," Black said, a long gone smile flickering at his lips, that sad guiltily storm vanished from his face. "Shall we kill him together?"

Lyra blinked in disbelief, what? "Yes, I think so." Lupin said grimly, brandishing his wand at Pettigrew.

"You wouldn't... you won't..." gasped Pettigrew, scrambling to Ron. "Ron... haven't I been a good friend? A good pet? You wont let them kill me, Ron, will you? You're on my side, aren't you?"

Ron just stared at the man with absolute revulsion. "I let you sleep in my bed!" He said, shaking his dead in disbelief.

"Kind boy... kind master..." Pettigrew, still on his hands and knees, crawled his way to Ron, who's eyes boggled out of his head. "You won't let them do it... I was your rat... I was a good pet."

"If you made a better ran than human, it's not much to boast about, Peter." Said Black harshly. Lyra had to stifle a snort, covering her mouth with one of her hands.

Pettigrew then turned and started towards Lyra, grabbing the hem of her robes. "Sweet girl... you won't let them..." he gulped loudly, his watery eyes blinking rapidly. "You look so much like your mother... she would show me mercy, kind girl." Lyra blinked in confusion, before snatching her robes back and scowling at him like he was gum on her shoe.

"Peter, don't do this to her..." Lupin said quietly to Pettigrew, his face set in some form of sad acceptance. "It's not fair."

Pettigrew glanced nervously at the wand by his side and slowly turned his head to Harry. "Harry... Harry... you look just like your father, too... just like him."

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HARRY?" Black roared, startling Lyra and making the walls almost tremble. "HOW DARE YOU FACE HIM? HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES IN FRONT OF HIM?"