Frigus . Sirius Black (Mortem BOOK 2)

chapter eighty-seven

A/N once more, i keep changing how i want this story to end every five minutes, so IF Peter becomes a spy, emphasis on IF, it will be written out in detail, no need to stress in the comments lmao

February 28th, 1981 - Peter's flat 

Peter Pettigrew always thought he was above average, and in many ways, he was not wrong. Before Hogwarts, his mother had enrolled him in muggle nursery and primary school, as was the tradition with most half-bloods and muggleborns. He had been the smallest kid there, a fact which continued to be true to this day, short and scrawny, as most people would describe him. 

Other kids used to make fun of him, his mother had told him he was a wizard when he was five, after he had accidentally lit the candles of his birthday cake all on his own (and the tablecloth alongside them). Excited, Peter rushed to school to tell his friends. Young as he was, though, he had no control over his magic yet, and so it never seemed to work when he was around people. 

Thus started the tradition of "Pretend Pete", a creative way of calling him a liar, which slowly evolved to "Peter the Possessed" as they left the first grade and entered second, and he still insisted that he had, indeed, flew around in his bedroom the previous night. Needless to say, kids above the age of six didn't necessarily believe in magic, and those that did had to put up a facade that they didn't to survive. 

And Peter realised very quickly that he, too, had to figure out a way to survive. Being known as the smallest in his grade was bad enough, having to explain why no one ever saw his dad was even worse,  but being known as the crazy kid who talked tales of magic? No, no that couldn't pass. 

He remembered what that day felt like, when he walked into school after his fifth birthday and announced that he was a wizard, the other five-year-olds treated him as something akin to a God. He had liked that feeling, of being in control, of them doing anything he asked of them. 

So how does a fatherless, scrawny, and seemingly insane six-year-old win back the favour of his classmates? By learning the art of the sleight of hand, of course. 

It was easy, a few card tricks, a few tricks of the light and illusions, and a few funny-sounding words he had made up and just like that, people thought he was an actual wizard, and he retained his God-like status until he transferred to Hogwarts. 

When he had gotten the letter, he had been hit with a whole new bout of nerves. His mother had told him about his father when she started seeing the first signs of magic, that he was a wizard, that one day he would be transferring to a school for magic, but that was about all his mother could tell him. 

She didn't know the ins and outs of the wizarding world, and Peter hated to admit that he hated her for that at first. How did she expect him to change schools, to go into this completely new and different world without knowing anything about it first? 

He hated his father too, he had always hated him for not sticking around, but this was a newfound hatred. How dare his father leave him with no one to guide him through this? How dare his father set him so far back in terms of the magical world, put him at such a disadvantage. 

Going to a new school, he was nervous. He didn't want to be an outsider ever again, not now that he knew what it truly felt like. It was more than that, though, it wasn't so much loneliness that fuelled that feeling as much as it was ego. He had always known he had a big one, and he hated how they looked at him, as they were more than him, smarter, stronger, better. 

So, when his mother took him to Diagon Alley to pick up his wand and school supplies for the first time, he also picked up a few books on magical history and the history of Hogwarts.