Upon waking, an indistinct blur of various colours swam before his eyes. Throbbing pain in his hand brought him sharply back to reality. Peter groaned loudly, or, rather, he tried to, but found that making any type of human noise was quite impossible. For a moment he had forgotten, but memories of the past few hours suddenly came flooding back into his mind. Ripping apart the street where Sirius had cornered him, slicing his finger off, slipping into the safety of the sewers as a rat.
The blur above Peter rearranged itself into a pair of horn rimmed glasses, a shock of red hair and a concerned frowned. He was lying at the feet of a young boy who, if he wasn't currently bent in two to examine Peter, would be very tall. But to Peter in his diminished state, the boy was a giant even whilst crouching. The hands of the boy-giant approached him and Peter squeaked in fear, trying to scramble backwards only to be defeated by the pain in his mutilated paw.
The hands were surprisingly gentle; the boy picked up Peter with far greater care than most other boys of his age would have. Cradling Peter against his chest, the boy turned and hurried towards the house calling, "Mother! Mother, I've found something!"