"We came as quick as we could," the messy black hair and hazel eyes of James Potter breathed out as he stared at his friend who was sitting on the couch in the small Pettigrew home. James Potter sat down next to his friend, who hadn't even signified that he had noticed their presence. Remus Lupin, in his pale state of the nearing full moon, left to return with a mug of a Muggle drink that Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew had grown fond of. "Tell us what happened, Wormtail..." James said gently as Remus Lupin slid into the recliner near the couch.

Peter nodded slowly, taking the Muggle drink in both of his shaking hands, he took a sip before speaking, "It just happened, suddenly, Prongs," he began, "I went outside to the garden to pick some fresh veggie's for dinner, and then next thing I heard was Pe-Petra screaming Bloody Mary at the top of her lungs. I dropped the stuff and ran inside," he quieted for a moment, running and locking his hands in his hair as he chewed on his bottom lip. This was difficult for him. He had to tell it to some Ministry officials, Dumbledore, and now two of his best friends. He was breaking, cracking, and it was showing through clearly. "They were in the kitchen, lying there. They looked like they hadn't even expected it at all. My Da' had been reading the daily prophet, and my Mum had her back to the attackers, she was by the sink..." he paused again, "They're gone, dead..."

"Wormtail..." James and Remus both cooed sympathetically, feeling upset and sorry for their friend. Peter had finally broke, and sobs erupted from his sudden admittance to his best friends. His parents were killed, and they didn't know who had done it. The Ministry Officials said that the mark above the house was from He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, and Dumbledore suggested he and his sister move out of the house until things were cleared up. It was two weeks before school started again, and the Potter's offered their house up for Peter and Petra.

The footsteps fell short of where she sat, her habit of upset nerves showed on her face as she chewed on her bottom lip. Her head shot up as she heard them sit down next to her. Her dark brown eyes were blood shot and panic stricken as she met his striking gray ones, "Go away, Black."

"Petra," he said looking at her, "You need to talk about it."

"No, Black, I don't," she hissed at him, "I already told the bleeding Ministry and Dumbledore. I don't need to waste my time explaining what happened to you too."

He met her eyes, they were narrowed, the white in them nearly disappeared, covered in red. She let out a small hiss of air before looking away from him and running her fingers through her shoulder length layered sandy blonde hair. "Did you do it?"

"Did I do it?" she snapped, standing up and taking a few steps down the stairs before facing him, "How dare you acuse me of murdering my parents, Black! I know I may be a Slytherin, but I am not that low. The thought would never cross my mind! How dare you acuse me of such actions!" Petra forced herself to not pull her wand out then and attack him like she would in her pack of Slytherin friends at Hogwarts. "I'm sorry that I actually have parents that care about me no matter what house I was placed in. They supported me as much as they did Peter, and for such an action! Black! You deserve to be dropped this instance from the face of the Earth for even daring say that I would do that!"

"Don't get so pushed out of shape, Petra," Sirius snorted, his facial expression never changing to show that he had been fazed. She reddened, angered at him, but he continued, "I merely ask a question and you go all Dementor on me like I'm some Azkaban prisoner."

"It was not just a question, Sirius Black, but an underlying acusation," Petra hissed, her hair falling around her face, framing it perfectly, Sirius noted.

"Petra, look, I didn't mean for it to come out that way," Sirius said approaching her by two steps, leaving two more between them, "You're going to get asked that a lot when we return to school."

"I'll deal with it then," Petra huffed as she turned and took the rest of the stairs down to the backyard. Sirius followed her, determined to not let her out of his site. She stopped abruptly and turned to Sirius', who had been following her, nearly colliding with his chest, "I know that you know what I am, Sirius," she said stepping back from him to put a foot of space between them, "I'm a Slytherin after all." Sirius nodded, his jaw clenching slightly, "People are forever going to acuse me of murder, even if it was not I who did it."

Sirius watched her as she glared at him through her eyebrows, which were knitted together tightly, not giving way that the closeness between the two of them had any affect on her. Sirius took a moment before he opened his mouth to speak, "They say the same about me," he shrugged lightly, "Only I don't let it seem like I am one of them."

There was a pause while Sirius thought about what he said. Petra waited for something, anything, and Sirius gave it to her, "Wait- you're one of them!"

"And you say I'm the blonde," Petra snorted, "Whatever, Black. I'm a Prefect, and next year you know they'll make me Headgirl. I'm a good little Slytherin girl, don't you know?"

The back door opened when Sirius had wished to speak again. James' voice filled the air, "Padfoot, we're heading home. Wormtail's all packed, and Petra's bags and trunk is all ready at the house. We're heading out."

Sirius nodded before looking back to Petra who walked past him as if they had not spoken a word to each other. Sirius had to remind himself that they had spoken, and that she had confessed she was with You-know-who. It had Sirius' head spinning, and she was going to be living at the Potter's for the next two weeks before they returned to school. He suddenly fel that same feeling he got when he was at home, with his brother and parents, and family- all followers and supporters of the Dark Lord.

He knew he was going to have to watch over Petra this year. She couldn't get in to deep, or else she'd be gone forever, and he couldn't do that to Peter. Losing his parents, and then his sister. It would be the worse thing in the world, especially considering how close the two had been before Hogwarts, and even through Hogwarts. It was ridiculous.