Daughter of Black

3.14

We all stared at Harry, shocked. "You... you attacked a teacher Harry." Harry looked a little shocked himself as he looked back at my dad.

"Tell me about Peter!" Harry ordered, pointing the wand between Lupin and my father.

"He was at school with us. We thought he was a friend." Lupin tells Harry, but Harry shakes his head, not believing it.

"No. Pettigrew's dead." Harry turned to my father. "You killed him."

"No he didn't." Lupin says, stepping in between Harry and my father. "I thought so too, until you mentioned Pettigrew on the map." Harry shakes his head.

"The map was lying then..." My dad shook his head, facing Harry again.

"The map never lies!" He yells. "Pettigrew's alive! And he's right there!" My dad points at Ron. or at least everyone thinks he's pointing at Ron. But I know. I think I figured it out.

"Me?! He's mental." Ron shouts. I roll my eyes, turning back to Ron.

"Not you Ronald. Don't be daft. He's talking about your disgusting rat." I yelled at Ron, and Ron shakes his head, looking down at his rat.

"Scabbers? Scabbers has been in my family for..." My father grins, staring at Ron.

"Twelve years?" Ron gulps, nodding. "A curiously long life for a common garden rat. He's missing a toe, isn't he?" My dad asks, pointing at the rat.

"All they could find of Pettigrew was his..." Harry started, staring at my dad.

"Finger. Dirty coward cut it off so everyone would think he was dead. Then he transformed into a rat." My dad snarled, yelling at the rat. The rat squirms in Ron's arms. "Show me." Harry told my father. It was just then that I noticed Harry's wand was still pointed at him. Ron still had the rat held protectively close to his chest. Despite fighting against him, my dad manages to tear the rat from Ron's grasp. Ron cries out for his rat and I roll my eyes. Now is not the time to care about a rat. Lupin and my father both have their wands drawn as they point them at the rat, who they put down. They fired spells repeatedly as the rat ran away. They hit him just as he tried to jump into a small hole. A hole that would've only fit a rat... not a human. Which he turned into right then.

    As my father and Lupin dragged him out of the hole, we all saw him for who he really was. He was a very short man, with thinning hair and grubby hands and plump. And there in front of all of us stood Peter Pettigrew. Ron stared, shocked, gaping at the man. They pushed him forward, Harry glaring at the man, his wand at his side now. Despite not being a rat anymore, he still was acting like a rat. "Remus? Sirius. My old friends!" He tried to make a run for it but Lupin and my father stopped him. They pushed him back to where he was. He turned to Harry, looking over him like he was a doll. "Harry! Look at you. You look so much like your father." He moved closer to Harry, practically touching his face. "James. We were the best of friends..." He looked over at me and smiled wickedly. "And you. Mirabella. You were just a baby the last time I saw you." My face hardened as he stepped closer to me. I pulled out my wand, pointing it at his face. He sneered. "So much like your father."

"How dare you speak to Harry! And don't you dare touch my daughter!" My father says as he rushes towards us, pushing Pettigrew away. Pettigrew tries to run, the three of them running like a Tom and Jerry cartoon. "How dare you talk about James in front of him!"

"You sold James and Lily and Bella to Voldemort!" Lupin yells, pointing his wand at Pettigrew.

"I didn't mean to!" Pettigrew whimpered. "Dark Lord, you have no idea the weapons he possesses! Ask yourself what you would have done, Sirius. What would you have done!"