the marauders: prongs, a jily fanfiction

chapter 19

                   disclaimer: JK ROWLING OKAY STOP MOCKING ME

Verra's POV:

*has been translated into English*

"Where are we going?" I inquired, as the boy in front of me ran forwards in the thin corridor, pulling me by my wrist gently. 

"Shh, Verra!" he shushed me, his blond hair falling in waves in front of my face.

Peter Pettigrew. 

At first when I met him, he was rather nervous, really, with pimples and quivering hands. I had fixed him up now. He had grown a bit taller and slightly less pudgier, thinning considerably. He was about half a head shorter than Remus Lupin, a quiet, gray-eyed, and thoughtful friend of his. After I had dragged him over to the Gryffindor Common Room (with much complaining), I had sat him down for an hour and cut his hair.

Mama used to do it to me, and I would watch, learning all the steps eagerly. 

I had trimmed his over-grown and tangled nest of blond hair, washing it and smoothing it out. His hair now was neater than Sirius Black's and James Potter's, a little like Remus' who had it in a slight mess, but mostly tamed. After I had shaped him up a bit to look presentable and ordered him to apply this salve every night, he had grown into quite a good-looking guy.

(A/N: I will make Peter look more attractive in this book, he's not completely ugly. He just turns ugly after betraying his friends and hiding for years.)

I smiled inwardly as he pulled me along.

"Peter, tell me!" I whispered, my long hair whipping behind me. "Verra, you have to keep quiet!" he lowered his voice, "We're going to see the Dark Lord." 

My eyes widened as I struggled against his tight grip.

"Peter, do you know what you're doing? That's terrible!" I half-shrieked, half-whispered.

"It's the only way to keep you safe, Verra. I can't deny that I care for you, and this is the only way. If not, he'll kill you!" 

His blue eyes were pleading. My stomach knotted into tight clumps.

"Peter.." I trailed off, "we could get in serious trouble. And I'm flattered that you like me, and I do too, but...if this is the path you're taking, I won't walk it with you."

He sighed.

"Just this once? You can just sit and listen or ignore. You don't have to do anything. And I'm late anyway."

I sighed angrily. "Alright, but I won't associate anything with the Dark Lord!"

Peter nodded quickly, turned right, and pressed a stone before muttering something, a password. The stone disappeared and it turned into a doorway.

"Ah, Peter Pettigrew."

That voice brought cold chills, making me stiffen.

"And you've brought..someone. How wonderful."

Peter strode forwards and bowed. 

"I am here, my Lord. And this is Verra Contriver, Master."

"Is she a pure-blood?" the voice hissed.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Very well. And I assume she is part veela?"

How did he get that? I tried to hide it as much as I could. Most people didn't trust me once they found it, thinking I had bewitched them. I tried dyeing my hair darker, no luck. It stayed pale blond stubbornly. My eyes too. But I tried not to look in the mirror and talk a lot. I stayed quiet, giving the impression I was shy. And that was good too, since I was small naturally.