Beatrice Lestrange has always been an outsider in her own story. Born into one of the darkest families in the wizarding world, she grew up under the looming shadow of her infamous mother Bellatrix Lestrange.
Despite this, Beatrice is nothing like th...
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It took a few seconds for the absurdity of this statement to sink in.
—the three of you are mental.—
— Ridiculous! — said Hermione faintly.
— Peter Pettigrew's dead !— said Harry. — He killed him twelve years ago! — He pointed at Black, whose face twitched convulsively.
— I meant to, — he growled, his yellow teeth bared, — but little Peter got the better of me...not this time, though!—
And Crookshanks was thrown to the floor as Black lunged at Scabbers; Ron yelled with pain as Black's weight fell on his broken leg.
— Sirius, NO!— Lupin yelled, launching himself forwards and dragging Sirius away from Ron again, — WAIT! You can't do it just like that...they need to understand...we've got to explain.—
— We can explain afterwards! — snarled Black, trying to throw Lupin off. One hand was still clawing the air as it tried to reach Scabbers, who was squealing like a piglet, scratching Ron's face and neck as he tried to escape.
— They've. got. a. right. to. know. everything!— Lupin panted, still trying to restrain Black. — Ron's kept him as a pet! There are parts of it even I don't understand! And Harry...you owe Harry the truth, Sirius!—-
-Sirius! Just stop it!.—Bea yelled at him as she rolled her eyes.
Black stopped struggling, though his hollowed eyes were still fixed on Scabbers, who was clamped tightly under Ron's bitten, scratched, and bleeding hands.
— All right, then.— Black said, without taking his eyes off the rat.
— Tell them whatever you like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for...—
— You're nutters, all of you,— said Ron shakily, looking round at Harry and Hermione for support.— I've had enough of this. I'm off.—
He tried to heave himself up on his good leg, but Bea raised her wand, pointing it at Scabbers.
— You're going to hear them out, Weasley,— she said quietly.
— Just keep a tight hold on Peter while you listen.— Remus said
— HE'S NOT PETER, HE'S SCABBERS! — Ron yelled, trying to force the rat back into his front pocket, but Scabbers was fighting too hard; Ron swayed and overbalanced, and Harry caught him and pushed him back down to the bed. Then, ignoring Sirius and Bea , Harry turned to Lupin.
— There were witnesses who saw Pettigrew die, — he said.— A whole street full of them.—
— They didn't see what they thought they saw!— said Black savagely, still watching Scabbers struggling in Ron's hands.
— Everyone thought Sirius killed Peter,— said Lupin, nodding. — I believed it myself, until I saw the map tonight. Because the Marauder's map never lies...Peter's alive. Ron's holding him, Harry.—
