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The Traitor who Lived.
(Prologue)
Mr. and Mrs Weasley who lived at the Burrow in the village named St. Ottery catchpole would like to say that they were perfectly normal according to themselves.
Although, one would like to differ that they weren't even near to the definition of 'normal'. But Bill Weasley would spit back that they were perfectly normal in their own sense and the bugger who would like to differ could go and eat dung.
Mr. Weasley was a thin, broad shouldered man with a warm smile. He worked at the ministry at Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office and was very interested in everything electrical. Although, he was yet to learn how to spell the word properly.
Mrs. Weasley was a petite woman with a motherly glow. She was a housewife and loved to cook. Caring was a second nature to her but she had a rather fiery temper when it came to her kids. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had seven kids. Six sons and only one daughter. The daughter being the youngest of all was only months old and named Ginevra but her father liked to call her Ginny like the genie from aladdin who gave happiness to everyone and fulfilled wishes.
Their six sons were all very much naughty. Everyone in their family was named somewhat royally but neither of them liked to be called by their real names. The eldest was named William, who was ten years old and whom everyone called Bill. Bill was the epitome of innocence in his mother's eyes (which he of course wasn't. It was just the quiet before the storm.)
The second eldest was named Charles whom everyone called Charlie. Charlie loved dragons and was the sweetest among his family except you did not want to go anywhere near a dragon with him or he might just try to persuade you to think that the Hungarian horntail was just as innocent as a baby unicorn. After all, a dragon couldn't do anything about being born with spikes and fire? (He might burn you but that's another thing). He was seven years old.
The third eldest was Percival whom everyone called Percy. He was five and most cautious one of them all. His Mama loved him the most and he got most of the treats since he was very well behaved. But in the end, he was in the family too and sometimes got caught up in the family business of causing mayhem.
The fourth eldest were not singular. They both were twins named Fred and George who liked to call themselves Gred and Forge. Even their parents had a hard time keeping up with them and it was nearly impossible to differentiate between the two. They were the most mischievous and their favorite target was their little brother, Ron. They were three years old.
Ronald or Ron was the youngest of brothers and only a year old right now. He was freckled and a redhead and he took no nonsense from anyone. He was a sarcastic person with a die hard loyalty. Right now, he was crying for his mother to change his diaper as he had wet it again. Ron loved his sister more than anyone in the family and was often the person who got all the leftovers of his brothers as Ginny was a girl. But he accepted it as he knew that his father and mother were trying their best.
All the Weasley's had fiery red hair and a penchant for trouble common in them.
In Mr. Weasley opinion he wished his kids would turn out to be the finest among all. While Mrs. Weasley who had a face to face floo with reality just hoped they wouldn't blow the world for the fun of it.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley thought they had everything they ever wanted but Molly always shuddered at the thought of ever catching someone's eye. These were dark times for them. Their world was on war. The wizarding Britain had been divided and not for the right things. Their was dark and light but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley couldn't afford to choose any side with seven kids.
Mr. Weasley's smile had lost its glow in the past two years and Mrs. Weasley was always cautious wishing and praying everyday that the war would stop. They were purebloods and not likely to be harmed but they were considered the biggest blood traitors among their kind. If it was up to them they wouldn't ever let He-who-must-not-be-named even ten foot of their house.
Our story starts on a dull, grey Tuesday morning when Arthur Weasley got ready by past eight, kissed Molly on cheek and tried to kiss Ron and Ginny goodbye but Fred and George had already sent half of their cereal flying in every direction and if he hadn't left soon he would have had to get dressed again. He apparated ten steps away from his house to the ministry and immediately the grim mood weighted away on all the happiness he had felt this morning after seeing Ron trying to call his name.
Arthur lowered his head and walked quietly towards the Atrium. Several photos were marred on the ministry's walls blinking up at him. He recognized them all of course. It was his extended family if he cared enough. But he didn't cared and didn't bother to even acknowledge it. But there were others. Other photos of some his co-workers. He hoped they weren't dead.
"Wand please, Mr. Weasley?" asked the petite man with gold eyes standing just near the entrance of the Atrium. Arthur gave it and the security wizard offered Arthur a smile in return as his wand was passed through a hoop. It was a magical hoop designed by the department of mysteries in Crouch's wake. It had a little to no security but sometimes was termed useful as it could sense if the wand was being wielded by anyone except it's owner.
The petite man-Mr. Barnabas gave his wand back and Arthur gave a smile in return. Mr. Weasley quickly found his office and was once again sad to find the seat in front of him empty. Since Perkins was a muggleborn he had gone in hiding these days for fear. Arthur didn't blame him. Left, right, everywhere the muggleborns were either being killed or imprisoned on false crimes. Crouch had been fighting for it but it was not a one man's job. Arthur sighed and continued to do his work.
Several hours later when the night had turned a cloudy gray and the day had been too quiet for the ministry. Arthur set his load of paperwork down. Death Eaters didn't really cared about the statue of secrecy and that gave Mr. Weasley a lot of work to do.
He, like many of his fellow workers, stayed till ten these days to their job while the leaving hours were usually seven. Arthur wished he didn't had to. He had two infants to take care of. He just hoped with all his might that they were all right. Even a minute's lateness broke Molly these days and Arthur couldn't bear the thought of going home to a empty house. The dark times were taking a toll. He wished his family never got involved.
How very wrong he was.
As the midnight came, a cold wind blew through the roads of the chilly October night. Peter Pettigrew apparated abruptly in the middle of a busy London street. His face was sweat soaked as he stumbled forward.
"Peter!" a haughty voice growled. Peter started running as fast as he could without even looking back at who it was. He knew, of course, who he was. He had lived the better part of his life with Sirius Black and now betrayed him in his worst moments. Peter regretted it but no one would understand that he didn't had a choice and if no one would, then he won't too.
Suddenly Peter had a idea and he chided himself for it. He took out his wand and turned to face Sirius for a duel whose wand was already out. Looking at Peter with death in his eyes Sirius Black plunged his wand forward for a curse. But Peter was fast.
Since Peter had always been the weak link of the Marauders. He had learnt one thing better than others. To dodge. And so he dodged every curse sent his way by Sirius and passed all the 'Avada Kedavra's' he could muster. They went to the muggles though. He didn't even count how many dropped. All Peter could see was Sirius's blinding rage.
On one hand, he wanted to tell Sirius that he was blackmailed; that he had been frightened. That Voldemort had given him the task personally. That his idea was right. Purity was everything.
But Peter knew Sirius would never get it and so Peter did what he could. Sacrificing another friend for his master for he was sure he could find more when in glory of it all.
"How could you!" it was ugly. He did not liked it. "How could you have killed them and then come running for me!"
Sirius looked stunned for a moment. Something flickered in Sirius' eyes that made Peter regret even mentioning it. "They were our friends! James and Lily! How could you!" and that's when he saw them. The auror squad popping silently not far away. Sirius lunged for Peter. Peter took his wand and cut his own finger, turning into a animagus in a second and leaving his friend there forever while he ran.
It seemed like the only thing he had done these days. Ran and ran far away. Sirius' chilled laughter made him sick but there was no war won without sacrifice.
Peter quietly waited near a old man's shop as he saw Auror's picking up Sirius and the obliviators doing their work.
Now he just had to formulate a plan in which Sirius couldn't find him. Where could he go?
If he was caught alive, Sirius would kill him. If he returned to the Death Eaters, they would kill him. If he returned to his mother she would hate him. Peter needed to find a plan. A place where no one would think he would be.
And that's when he saw Arthur Weasley working with obliviators, telling them certain things. Weasleys, of course, the Blood traitors of the best quality. They had been targets but Voldemort had decided to give them time. To let them see the error of their ways.
But who would suspect, that he, Peter Pettigrew would live at a blood traitors.
No one.
Absolutely, no one.
Not even his friends.
And so Peter ran forward, somehow managing to jump into Arthur Weasley's trench coat's pocket. As he finally breathed a sigh relief. Peter thought about his actions.
Lily and James had died. Sirius was gone to Azkaban and Remus wouldn't ever see his face. Bellatrix and others would burn him alive and He...He won't even blink before finishing off Peter. It was best he stayed like this.
He had done a number on himself, hadn't he?
But Peter didn't regret it. He wouldn't. He had nothing else to do and he had never been noble enough to die.
And so Peter decided to not regret but wait for the perfect opportunity and then grab it. Grab it, make a name, find others. Live peacefully. He would have to find a solution, a answer to this. To rise in his Lord's eyes again, he would have to.
As the night went on. Peter saw where he was going and he was beginning to feel a little sick. Arthur had seven kids and he had been given to one of them named Percy. There was laughter all around them as they told their kids that they were finally free to play out alone. Arthur and Molly had cried for Lily and James and had decided to visit their graves. Peter had decided to hide in Arthur's trench coat again as they visited the Potter's graves for a reason Peter himself didn't knew.
Perhaps he wanted to apologise. Perhaps he wanted to feel shame and remorse. Perhaps he wanted nothing more than to see the damage he had caused. But Peter knew one thing; that even if he had done this and hadn't regretted much truthfully. He will always regret losing his friends. The people who had been their for all his firsts and perhaps lasts. What would they think of him? He would be a traitor...
But Peter chided himself. He wasn't a coward. He wasn't guilty. He had done what his friends would have done in his position.
Somehow, Peter doubted it but he could tell that to himself, couldn't he? After all, who was going to tell him otherwise. All of them were gone.
Finally, at midnight , the news he had been anticipating came. Sirius Black imprisoned without a trial. He didn't feel anything. Sirius had always poked fun on him as if Peter was always inferior. Harry Potter gone, departed from the wizarding world to somewhere no one knew. He didn't felt guilty for it. Either it was his family or Harry's. It wouldn't hurt that much. He was what...1? But if Peter had sacrificed his mother. He would have to live with memories.
He had been awarded a order of Merlin. Peter had almost cried at that. But he hadn't. He had chosen his path. He wasn't going back.
In the end, Peter slept well and fed heavily. There was a party at the Weasley threshold and he took food and raised cheers to Harry Potter-the boy who lived like everyone else. He was the reason for it, after all.
isnt edited. But I would like a opinion on this? Please?
Also, it's going to be in Ron's point of view in future.