Reborn By JustBored21

Chapter 75

"No!" A voice screamed. The pair looked up to see the smoke change form again, the smoke showed someone being thrown into a wall behind him. The man was an extremely short man with grubby-looking skin, small watery eyes, and a pointed nose. His hair was thin and he was supporting a large bald patch, his appearance was not helped by the cheap and damaged-looking suit he was wearing. Wrapped around his body was a pair of chains. "Harry! Harry! Please!" The man begged.

"Who is he?" Hela asked curiously, her face still pale and thin.

"Peter Pettigrew." Harry spat, glaring at the image. A moment later Harry appeared in his original 'Grim' costume but with his hood down, an angered look on his face as he stepped in front of Pettigrew, easily towering over the smaller man who only reached up to Harry's chest.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Hela raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that clearly said she was expecting more details than that. Harry gave her an amused snort before he continued.

"He's a traitorous little rat that is majorly responsible for a great deal of my suffering," Harry told her, he was about to say more when the memory continued.

"It's been a long time, Peter," Memory-Harry said in a deceptively calm voice as he stared down the whimpering man in front of him. "how are you doing these days?" Harry asked, sounding like he was genuinely interested in knowing.

"H...Harry, I...J...James wouldn't have wanted to kill me!" Peter squeaked out.

"James?" Hela asked.

"My father," Real-Harry answered. "he was one of Pettigrew's best friends."

"Maybe," Memory-Harry conceded. "maybe not, but the funny thing is...he's not really here to let me know, is he? Whose fault is that, Peter?"

"H...Harry, please, the dark lord would have killed me!" Peter cried.

"Then you should have died or stayed away from the war entirely." Harry's cold voice showed how much sympathy he held for Peter, which was exactly squat. "And forgive me, but I believe that it was you that approached Voldemort, not the other way around."

"W...what?" Peter gasped, looking positively horrified.

"Your death eater buddies had big mouths," Harry smirked. "though after what I did to them, I don't blame them for talking."

"Harry, please!" Peter begged.

"You know, Sirius wanted to kill you," Harry told him in a conversational manner. "really, really wanted it. The things he wanted to do to you..." Harry took in a deep breath. "...not pleasant to think about. However, unfortunately for me and luckily for you, he isn't here anymore."

"Please Harry, don't kill me!" Peter sobbed.

"He's rather pathetic, isn't he?" Hela commented to the real Harry.

"Oh Peter," Memory-Harry chuckled as he raised a hand and gently stroked Peter's face with the back of it in an almost loving manner, ignoring the way Peter flinched back. "I'm not going to kill you."

"Y...you're not?" A hopeful look quickly appeared on Peter's face.

"Oh wow, he's not actually that dumb, is he?" Hela asked with disbelief.