Adele Black: The End

My Wand is Confiscated

Adele Black: The End

My Wand is Confiscated

"Were you aware that Peter Pettigrew was an animagus?" Draco asked his father, nervous and tense.

It was my second time speaking to Lucius Malfoy in Azkaban, and it took a lot of convincing to get Draco to tag along. I finally managed to do it by promising him that I would take him to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes— somewhere he was never allowed to go before— and would buy him whatever he wanted.

"Everybody in the Dark Lord's circle knew he was an animagus," Lucius snorted in a condescending voice. He was acting like Draco was a ten year old boy, and it was getting infuriating.

"What animal did he turn into?"

"A rat."

"Now, are you aware of any plans that he might have made for after the Potter's died?" I asked.

Lucius sighed and eyed the plate of treacle tart wishfully.

"The plan... he was going to try to find Sirius Black, or at least have Black find him, and then he we would accuse Black of selling out the Potters. He then would use magic to kill however many muggles he had to, and cut off his finger and then he would transform into a rat and go down the sewers— leaving Sirius as the one to blame. After he would go into the sewers, I wasn't sure what his plan would be. Frankly, I was hoping that Black would actually kill him— he was annoying."

I paced the room as Draco sat stiffly in a chair across from his father. He hadn't looked him in the eye once.

"Had you ever seen him in his animagus form prior to Voldemort's return in the graveyard?" I asked, leaning against a wall.

Lucius sighed in annoyance. "No."

"Pettigrew, after selling out the Potters, found himself as the Weasley's pet rat. He first belonged to Percy Weasley, then to Ron Weasley. He was named Scabbers, and lived for a very, very long time— much longer than any rat, but that was because he wasn't really a rat. Scabbers was missing a finger on his front paw. All they ever found of Peter Pettigrew was a finger," I stated.

"Were you aware of Pettigrew's whereabouts between the period of time that Black was in Azkaban to when he escaped?" Draco asked with more confidence in his voice.

"No," Lucius said, staring directly at his son with a piercing gaze. "I thought he'd be dead by then. I was aware that he did manage to pull off his little stunt, but I thought he'd be killed by other rats once he managed to get to the sewers. But then..."

"Then?" I prodded as he trailed off.

"Then the bloody Weasley family won that prize. And there was a rat in the picture that was on the front page of the Daily Prophet, and the rat was missing a finger," Lucius said, his obvious distaste for the Weasley family evident in his voice.

"That was about the same time Black escaped," Draco said. "It was also the summer after you slipped the diary to Ginny Weasley."

There was a tense silence between the three of us. The only sound you could hear were the occasional screams of other prisoners and the claps of thunder from outside.

"Wow, really? I never would have guessed!" Lucius rolled his eyes and sarcastically said to his son. "Honestly Draco, you say the dumbest—"

"Knock it off," I scowled at Lucius. "If you really want this treacle tart, you'll behave and not act like a petty boy on the playground."

Lucius huffed and attempted to cross his arms only to be pulled back down to the table when was handcuffed to.

"Anyways... I knew then that he managed to pull it off and survive, and be under the noses of members of the Order of the Phoenix for 12 years! 12 years! How dumb do you have to be to—"