As a pair, and at the same time, they turned, as they had many times before when they chased a dangerous dark wizard. Only this time it hit home. Wormtail; Peter Pettigrew, he had been the Marauders friend at school. Wormtail always was a little rat. Bobby thought to himself, humor painting his thoughts. But this was no time for humor; this had to be done precisely and effectively. 

 The trace still didn’t go off, which Bobby expected, but he didn’t expect them to get into a car and drive away. This was unexpected. So Bobby and Hagrid followed them. For days they tracked the car, Bobby flying on his broomstick, a Cleansweep magiked to run faster and better than a Nimbus, and Hagrid on the flying motorcycle. Whoever was driving seemed to be trying to lose them because at some points whoever was driving would turn around and go the other way.

 

She came over and sat down. She was attractive girl of about fourteen with red brown hair and bright green eyes. He smiled to himself and figured she wouldn’t care if he just did the whole thing, most pretty girls didn’t, they were all too happy to let the smart kid do all the work. He was about to put on the charm and tell her how he could do it all himself (so he didn’t fail the assignment himself) and she didn’t have to worry about a thing when...