Miss Moony would like to say that she doesn't own Harry Potter and that she had no help with this story from Miss Wormtail, Miss Padfoot or Miss Prongs.
In response to the Hell's Phoenix Betrayal Challenge.
------- I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good -------
Lapdog
I ran.
I could see him, just down the road. Looking for me, no doubt.
'Why?' he asked. Idon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow…
I didn't answer. 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you?'
His wand faltered slightly, and I licked my lips nervously at the mixture of disbelief and fury in his eyes. Sososososorry.
'Scalpere,' I whispered, then, 'Flatus,' and the whole street blew up behind me.
I transformed quickly, leaving Sirius behind me… along with my severed finger. It was the ultimate betrayal, performed by me, Peter Pettigrew.
I'm sorry, Padfoot.
I watched, just out of his sight, as the Ministry workers came, then the Aurors, and they took him away. To Azkaban… and the Dementors.
I'm sorry, Padfoot, but you have to understand. He would have killed me. The others still will, if they find out that I led Him to his downfall.
I used to play scapegoat for you and Prongs, at school. Won't you do the same for me?
He laughed maniacally, until one of the Aurors stunned him. One of Moody's students, I think, but I didn't remember his name.
As they left, I, now the Dark Lord's former lapdog, comforted myself with the thought that, even if I had framed him, he'd never have to endure Azkaban, because they'd give him a trial… I think… I hope…
They apparated away, the final Auror taking Sirius with a Portkey, and leaving the Magic Reversal Squad and the Obliviators to deal with the mess I'd made.
I sped into the sewers in rat form. Running away… where to, I wasn't sure.