Notes: I don't own any of the Harry Potter universe.

Thanks to The Dark Lady Chaos for being my beta reader!

This is my first Fic so if you have any constructive criticism or suggestions I would love to hear them!

"Precisely when Mr. Pettigrew did you begin to suspect that Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, and Mr. Lupin, were not all in control of their mental facilities?"

Peter's glazed eyes stared ahead. It was important he look like the serum was working so they would believe his testimony. The serum wasn't necessary he knew, but he was a witness in a murder trial and suspected of murder himself. So he supposed they had the right to be suspicious. Not that the serum would work on him. Being part of Death has its perks. Nevertheless, he responded in his practiced veritaserum voice. He was inwardly thanking the furry insane wolf for making them all practice it in case they were caught collecting.

"I don't think I ever really suspected. It was just one day I realized that they weren't all there anymore."

Peter heard murmurs of dissatisfied discussions among the wizengamot. He needed to convince them somehow….The current chief warlock cleared her throat and silence fell over the room. He thought it was similar to the way Lily ignored James's flirting attempts toward her in the beginning. Before everything. Before Death.

Her voice echoed around the room, and her eyes narrowed. "And what exactly, Mr. Pettigrew gave you that sudden realization. I highly doubt that it was as casual as the, 'one day' you spoke of."

Peter tried to think back. She posed a good question. Was it really one day? Or did everything only slide into place on that day? He might have always suspected. After all, they were the marauders. Masters of Chaos. It was quite possible that they had always been at least mildly insane. But of course not on this level. Becoming death might have done that. Maybe losing the only child out of their group did it. Maybe losing Harry. He was in a way, all of theirs. He almost broke his expressionless face. Harry was such a bittersweet memory for all of them. Lost to a cause he was too young to know about or actively participate in. And yet. His death was essential. He could not have stayed alive. Peter tried to think of when his friends started seeming off. He knew he was running out of time to answer. It was impossible to give a straight answer in this situation. He decided to give it the best he could. Hiding his nervous hands under his legs he inwardly thanked his past self for placing them there. Making sure his voice was even and eyes slightly glazed, he looked over to the other three marauders in chains and fixed them with a cool look that you wouldn't be able to catch if you weren't looking for it and said; "I think they were always a bit nuts. And the loss of James's wife and son made them more so. I was too blind to see it at the time. I only realized what had happened to them after they locked me up and beat me. I'm lucky to be alive to say the least."

There was a pause to take in the information. The members of the wizengamot knew of course, of the murders that the marauders committed but this was new information. They were furiously taking notes. Excited chatter filled the room as the members discussed this new piece of information and how it would affect the trial.

The chief warlock smoothly removed her wand from her robes. "Sonorus." With a confidence that only a position of power and an amplifying charm can grant you she spoke. "Order! Do not doubt me, I can and will halt this trial until all of you cease masquerading as children, and calm yourselves like mature adults old enough to listen." Her gaze swept over the crowd, "This isn't the only trial we have today and I would like to get through them wouldn't you?"

Peter amusedly wondered if her irritation at the room was also amplified by the charm. A tall blond man who Peter was positive was a Malfoy sat up straighter in his chair and gave a cool glare to the people next to him who had been talking. The poor man sitting beside Malfoy was the last one talking in the room and under terrible scrutiny from the rest of the wizengamot. You couldn't blame him really. This was probably the most exciting thing to happen in his mediocre life since his Hogwarts letter. Peter wondered if Sirius was going to have to collect this man's soul soon. As even the famous malfoy glare did not seem to be doing any good.

"...can you imagine? The marauders! Do you th-"

A quick glance at Malfoy proved that he had snapped and had to cast a silencio. After all, it wasn't the pure blood way to kill in public. The man turned angrily toward Malfoy who had begun staring at peter. Peter was tempted to stare back and maybe make his eyes flash deathly hallows style but he knew that would be violating the rules that Remus had set in place and he didn't even want to know what would happen if he did that. Sirius was still sore from that little stunt he pulled a couple weeks ago. It was a miracle James and him were still alive with everything they'd tried. Though he supposed that was a benefit of being immor—

The chief warlock clearing her throat brought him out of his thoughts. "Can you elaborate on that Mr. Pettigrew?"

It took Peter a minute to understand what she was talking about. "On August 31st 1981 Harry James Potter and Lily Jordan Evans were killed by an unknown person in Godric's Hollow. James Potter wrongfully believed it was me. He gathered his friends Sirius Black and Remus lupin to help him. He used the Incarcerous spell to trap me and then he gave me a dreamless sleep potion after forcing open my mouth with the Imperius curse. When I woke up I was in a small cage. Not even big enough for me to lie down. I was kept their for years. Where I was tortured with any number of curses including the Cruciatus curse. I was repeatedly threatened with the killing curse as well."

There were collective gasps across the room. Peter was pretty sure that Malfoy was having Voldemort flashbacks and several others had started looking at the marauders nervously and shifting away from them. Everyone seemed to be sliding closer to each other in an effort to stay away from cool and no doubt deathly aura of the group. One quick glance to the chief warlock confirmed that she too, was shifting uneasily in chair and eyeing his former friends warily and with a slight bit of disgust at the idea of them and their actions. When she turned and made eye contact with him he could have sworn she could see through his mask. It felt like she was searching for something in his eyes. Some clue as to if he was telling the truth. It seemed like the room had gone silent even though faint murmurs could be heard by those watching the tension filled gaze of the chief warlock. Despite Peters fears, she continued the trial.

"Would you consent to giving us the memory?"

Peter had to refrain himself from grinning excitedly. His plan was working. Just a few more carefully chosen words and he would be victorious. He couldn't wait until his friends got a taste of their own medicine. He couldn't wait until he was the only Death and they were his slaves.

"Yes of course"

And so it begins.