ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ (ʜᴘ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Y3 જ⁀➴ Marauder Animagi

It seems like it takes a few seconds for everyone to digest what I had just said. 

"Bean- Peter Pettigrew is dead!" Harry looks down at me, with a concerned look on his face. "He- Sirius Black, killed him twelve years ago!"

"I meant to," Sirius growls, yellow teeth baring. "But Peter, oh Peter, he got the better of me. Not this time, though." Sirius lunges at Scabbers in Ron's hands. 

"Sirius, Padfoot, No!"

Padfoot. The Marauders Map.

"You just can't do it like that - they need to understand, we have to explain." Lupin drags Sirius away from Ron as the redhead almost gags in disgust. 

Sirius breathes heavily. Grey eyes full of rage. "We can explain afterwards! Afterwards!" Hands clawing out to reach Scabbers as Lupin restrains him. 

"They have a right to know. Everything." Lupin says calmly. "Padfoot, come on." His eyes soften as he looks at the four of us.

"Oh, (N/N)," Hermione jogs over to my side, and hauls me up. I grasp onto her shoulder for support. We walk over to Harry and Ron. 

"Alright then, but make it quick. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for!"

"Nutters. Absolute arses, the both of you." Ron wines, eyebrows upturned. 

"You're going to hear me out, Ronald. Just keep a tight hold on peter while you listen." Professor Lupin says.

"HE'S NOT PETER! HE'S SCABBERS!" Ron retorts.

Harry turns to look at Sirius. "There were witnesses who saw Pettigrew die, a whole street full of them."

"They didn't see what they thought they saw!" Sirius says, full of savage. Hermione rolls her eyes, looking at me, scoffing.

"The Marauder's Map never lies, thus meaning Peter is alive. And Ron is holding him."

I slowly put the pieces together. "Hand him over, Ron," I whisper. "Trust me. How long has he been in your family, what, twelve years? He's an unregistered Animagi."

The professor nods. "And what else the Ministry didn't know was the fact that they had three more unregistered Animagi running around Hogwarts..."

"Sirius Black, but who else?"

"J-"

"Remus, get a move on, I've waited twelve years, I'm not going to wait much longer."

A loud creak. I whip my head around. 

"No one's there," Hermione whispers, clutching me harder.

"This place is bloody haunted!" states Ron.

"It's not, the Shrieking Shack was never haunted... the screams and howls were made by me. When I became a werewolf. None of this would've happened if I wasn't so foolish, bitten..." He winces a bit. "I was a small boy when I received the bite. No cure, my parents tried every medicine and vaccine. The only thing beneficial to me is the potion Severus has been making me. As long as I take it in the week preceding the full moon, I keep my mind when I transform. This house was used for me. The Whomping Willow was planted at the tunnel mouth to stop anyone coming across me when I was dangerous.."

Professor Lupin pauses, and Sirius Black looks greedily at Scabbers. 

"My transformations in those days were terrible. Transformation is very painful. But apart from that, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. For the first time ever, I had friends. Three great ones. Sirius Black, Petter Pettigrew, and of course, your father," The man stares at Harry. "James Potter."