Written In the Stars ⭒ Sirius Black

E P I L O G U E

17th June 1972

"Peter? Why aren't you coming downstairs?" Opal asked, she had noticed he hadn't been with the others when they went down to the common room. "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine I was just getting all my stuff ready for the morning."

"Are you excited to go home?"

He pressed lips into a smile. "A bit."

She furrowed her brows and tilted her head. "Are you sure? Because you don't seem like you are."

"Are we all still going to be friends after summer?" he asked, carefully.

"Of course we are!" she exclaimed. "What did you think we weren't?"

He shrugged. "I was talking to Benjy, and he said that his friends in first year didn't talk to him in the second year."

"Pete, you are not getting rid of us that easily." Opal grinned. "We're all going to be friends for the rest of time." she nudged his arm.

"Okay," he nodded.

"Now, Amethyst told me they have a really good tiramisu on the last day. So come on, because if Sirius eats my slice again I will murder him!"

Peter grinned following her downstairs.

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31st October 1981

Peter was no longer grinning. 

He didn't move a muscle as he stared down the lifeless body of his best friend. His chest tightened as he watched a single tear roll down her face. He let his arm fall beside him, the wand made a clatter as he dropped it.

"Why did she call you Wormtail?" The Dark Lord questioned, circling around him.

"That's what my friends– it's what they call me."

"Your friends? You are no friend to them any more... are you?"

Peter remained silent.

"Are you, Wormtail?"

"No, my Lord."

"Good," he said, pointing at his wand, Rabastan knelt down to pick it up and hand it to him. "You have proven your loyalty."

He walked over to Opal and knelt down, turning her face with his hand. "Such a waste of magical blood." he said, with no emotion. "Her daughter will be useful without her in the way. Wormtail, you must get rid of her blood traitor father and bring me the child."

Peter nodded, but he couldn't speak.

"I must leave, I have other engagements, thank you Wormtail for the information. You will be rewarded, I give you my word."

Peter's skin crawled at the thought of Voldemort using his nickname. Only his friends called him that. The friends who had treated him like a brother. A friend that he had just murdered and would never be forgiven. In a few moments James, Lily and Harry would be dead.

The living room filled with black smoke and Voldemort vanished.

He felt a pat on his back, "Well done, Wormy." Barty said, standing next to him, he couldn't get rid of the sick feeling from his stomach.

"I didn't think you had it in you, if I am being completely honest." Rabastan said, he walked over to Opal, nudging her with his foot.

"Don't-" Peter winced.