A/N- Well, here's the next chapter. Not much else to say. I apologize in
advance for the in text authors note. I hate them, but sometimes their
needed. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
To make it difficult for Peter to escape once he was revived, Sirius cast the rather nasty spell to force him back into his human form. The rats bones twisted, and grew, and the mangy little rat became a plump little man, currently wearing a fearful frozen expression.
Harry was strongly tempted to get out of bed and kick him, but knew that his more pressing duties included calming down his godparents so they wouldn't kill the stupid rat. That could be done later. Right now, they needed to find out what he was doing in Hogwarts.
Remus, puffing slightly, quickly appeared with Dumbledore, Lily and James. Both had dismissed their classes early, and Ron and Hermione had to be restrained from following them when they realized that the problem had something to do with Harry. A glint appeared in the old man's eye when he saw the frozen form lying on the ground. Here was an immense intelligence find.
"Mr. Lupin, the Veritiserum, if you please." Remus nodded, and pulled a vial of the clear potion from his robes. Dumbledore took it and poured five drops into Wormtail's mouth. He then bound him hand and foot, and put him into a magical cage to prevent him from escaping. Harry was a bit disturbed. Even when Barty Crouch had been questioned, they had only used three drops. What would five do?
He soon found out. Dumbledore took the freezing spell off, and Pettigrew began to speak in a torrent. Fortunately, they were prepared for that, and a quick quotes quill recorded everything that was said word for word. No one noticed the door to the infirmary open, and close quietly, as Pettigrew began to talk about Halloween night, 1981. Finally, all those who suffered had a way of finding out what made a fellow Marauder turn on his fellows, causing three of them to lose large portions of their life.
"I had joined my master for the promise of power. I wanted to prove myself. We all had to give up the thing we would miss most. I would miss m friends. I was either to die, or incapacitate The Hogwarts Marauders. My master relented. As long as I could give him the Potters, I would be honored. I convinced Sirius to get James and Lily to switch to me. I went to my master. I told him I could give him the Potters. He rewarded me. He went to Godric's Hollow. He found them, and he killed them. They are not here. The two are illusions, and you can not scare me. My master is back. I came back to make sure the Dark Lord had indeed killed Harry Potter. I also was to check on the rumors that James and Lily Potter had come back from the dead. I can now tell him that they are untrue. James and Lily Potter are dead, because they have not aged. My master will be pleased, and will give me back my silver hand to replace the flesh I had to use."
James looked stunned. He always knew that his friend hated to be a lackey. He never treated him like one. But now, all the pieces that were so odd in seventh year seemed to fit. Peter was distant because he was trying to separate himself from his friends. He was already working for Voldemort when they graduated. Remus looked ready to kill him, much like Sirius and he had wanted to at the end of Harry's third year.
They were all distracted by a noisy redhead throwing off an invisibility cloak, exposing both himself and Hermione. He stormed over to the group questioning Peter, and started to swear. It would have been very funny if the subject hadn't been so serious.
"You little pathetic excuse for a human being! How could you stomach being my family's PET once you found out that my BEST FRIEND was the same boy that you had tried to murder? Oh, wait. I forgot. You aren't human. You are a soul-sucking LOSER who is impersonating a human while normally living as a rat! I am personally extremely ashamed that I didn't toss you back into the garden and let Crookshanks eat you like the SCUM you are. It would be far better then you deserve, you piece of filth." Ron kicked him once, and then stopped. He looked up, and saw several pairs of very shocked eyes, and one very embarrassed looking Hermione trying to edge over towards the door. His face turned even redder then it was, and Harry started to laugh. Ron had just said exactly what he had wanted to say since that night in the Shrieking Shack. Harry had to admire the lengths that his best friend would go to in order to relieve his pent up hostility.
Dumbledore, who had been very annoyed at how Harry's two best friends had blatantly disregarded him, joined in. He should have known better then to try to disclude two members of what was already being called The Trinity. He should know that when one of them bled, the others would find a way to them.
"Well said, Mr. Weasley. All though I do wish that you had bothered to listen to me when I asked you two to go to your dormitory. I assume that's Mr. Potter's cloak?"
Ron nodded, then looked nervously at the still quiet Hermione. "He said I could borrow it if I needed to. And you told us to go to our dormitory, sir, but you never said we had to stay there." Unexpectedly, Sirius chuckled.
"That sounds like something that James or I would say." He explained.
Meanwhile, Wormtail was still in his magic cage, and still under the effects of the Veritiserum.
"I didn't want to betray you guys, you know. I wanted to be like you. I wanted to be included. And I never was, and I never will be. It was your fault."
Lily flinched. She had never liked Peter, so as she and James got closer, Peter was driven further away. She supposed it was her fault in a way.
"Did you really hate us that much, Peter?" She asked quietly. She had had many years in the plains of misery to come to terms with his treachery. It still smarted, but at least now she could finally get some answers.
"No. But I wanted to be like you. This was the only way. And it worked. I have been rewarded, I have power, and people cower at the mention of my name."
"The name WE gave you, as a sign of friendship and affection. The name that is signed on the Marauder's Map. Or did you forget that, you little rat? And did you bother to tell your precious Dark Lord that the only reason you can turn into a rat is because we helped you do it?" Remus's voice, normally so mild, was harsh and angry.
"He knows. He also said it proves that goodness is weakness." Crimson could take no more of this. She had wanted to slap Peter for most of her life. Now she finally had her chance to strike the pathetic, whiny little twit. She took full advantage of it, and the open palmed slap echoed throughout the hospital wing.
"That's for all the whining you did while we were in Hogwarts." She said, and sat back down. "Professor Dumbledore, I think you'd better make that cage impenetrable, or we just might kill him before he can go to trial. "
Dumbledore nodded, and cast the spell that would keep people out, rather then just Wormtail in. He then levitated the cage, and banished it to his office with Wormtail still inside.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next will be up in three days. If you want it sooner, can I have 85 reviews? I would really be happy to post if I got 85 reviews. Just a thought.
–Celtic Ember
To make it difficult for Peter to escape once he was revived, Sirius cast the rather nasty spell to force him back into his human form. The rats bones twisted, and grew, and the mangy little rat became a plump little man, currently wearing a fearful frozen expression.
Harry was strongly tempted to get out of bed and kick him, but knew that his more pressing duties included calming down his godparents so they wouldn't kill the stupid rat. That could be done later. Right now, they needed to find out what he was doing in Hogwarts.
Remus, puffing slightly, quickly appeared with Dumbledore, Lily and James. Both had dismissed their classes early, and Ron and Hermione had to be restrained from following them when they realized that the problem had something to do with Harry. A glint appeared in the old man's eye when he saw the frozen form lying on the ground. Here was an immense intelligence find.
"Mr. Lupin, the Veritiserum, if you please." Remus nodded, and pulled a vial of the clear potion from his robes. Dumbledore took it and poured five drops into Wormtail's mouth. He then bound him hand and foot, and put him into a magical cage to prevent him from escaping. Harry was a bit disturbed. Even when Barty Crouch had been questioned, they had only used three drops. What would five do?
He soon found out. Dumbledore took the freezing spell off, and Pettigrew began to speak in a torrent. Fortunately, they were prepared for that, and a quick quotes quill recorded everything that was said word for word. No one noticed the door to the infirmary open, and close quietly, as Pettigrew began to talk about Halloween night, 1981. Finally, all those who suffered had a way of finding out what made a fellow Marauder turn on his fellows, causing three of them to lose large portions of their life.
"I had joined my master for the promise of power. I wanted to prove myself. We all had to give up the thing we would miss most. I would miss m friends. I was either to die, or incapacitate The Hogwarts Marauders. My master relented. As long as I could give him the Potters, I would be honored. I convinced Sirius to get James and Lily to switch to me. I went to my master. I told him I could give him the Potters. He rewarded me. He went to Godric's Hollow. He found them, and he killed them. They are not here. The two are illusions, and you can not scare me. My master is back. I came back to make sure the Dark Lord had indeed killed Harry Potter. I also was to check on the rumors that James and Lily Potter had come back from the dead. I can now tell him that they are untrue. James and Lily Potter are dead, because they have not aged. My master will be pleased, and will give me back my silver hand to replace the flesh I had to use."
James looked stunned. He always knew that his friend hated to be a lackey. He never treated him like one. But now, all the pieces that were so odd in seventh year seemed to fit. Peter was distant because he was trying to separate himself from his friends. He was already working for Voldemort when they graduated. Remus looked ready to kill him, much like Sirius and he had wanted to at the end of Harry's third year.
They were all distracted by a noisy redhead throwing off an invisibility cloak, exposing both himself and Hermione. He stormed over to the group questioning Peter, and started to swear. It would have been very funny if the subject hadn't been so serious.
"You little pathetic excuse for a human being! How could you stomach being my family's PET once you found out that my BEST FRIEND was the same boy that you had tried to murder? Oh, wait. I forgot. You aren't human. You are a soul-sucking LOSER who is impersonating a human while normally living as a rat! I am personally extremely ashamed that I didn't toss you back into the garden and let Crookshanks eat you like the SCUM you are. It would be far better then you deserve, you piece of filth." Ron kicked him once, and then stopped. He looked up, and saw several pairs of very shocked eyes, and one very embarrassed looking Hermione trying to edge over towards the door. His face turned even redder then it was, and Harry started to laugh. Ron had just said exactly what he had wanted to say since that night in the Shrieking Shack. Harry had to admire the lengths that his best friend would go to in order to relieve his pent up hostility.
Dumbledore, who had been very annoyed at how Harry's two best friends had blatantly disregarded him, joined in. He should have known better then to try to disclude two members of what was already being called The Trinity. He should know that when one of them bled, the others would find a way to them.
"Well said, Mr. Weasley. All though I do wish that you had bothered to listen to me when I asked you two to go to your dormitory. I assume that's Mr. Potter's cloak?"
Ron nodded, then looked nervously at the still quiet Hermione. "He said I could borrow it if I needed to. And you told us to go to our dormitory, sir, but you never said we had to stay there." Unexpectedly, Sirius chuckled.
"That sounds like something that James or I would say." He explained.
Meanwhile, Wormtail was still in his magic cage, and still under the effects of the Veritiserum.
"I didn't want to betray you guys, you know. I wanted to be like you. I wanted to be included. And I never was, and I never will be. It was your fault."
Lily flinched. She had never liked Peter, so as she and James got closer, Peter was driven further away. She supposed it was her fault in a way.
"Did you really hate us that much, Peter?" She asked quietly. She had had many years in the plains of misery to come to terms with his treachery. It still smarted, but at least now she could finally get some answers.
"No. But I wanted to be like you. This was the only way. And it worked. I have been rewarded, I have power, and people cower at the mention of my name."
"The name WE gave you, as a sign of friendship and affection. The name that is signed on the Marauder's Map. Or did you forget that, you little rat? And did you bother to tell your precious Dark Lord that the only reason you can turn into a rat is because we helped you do it?" Remus's voice, normally so mild, was harsh and angry.
"He knows. He also said it proves that goodness is weakness." Crimson could take no more of this. She had wanted to slap Peter for most of her life. Now she finally had her chance to strike the pathetic, whiny little twit. She took full advantage of it, and the open palmed slap echoed throughout the hospital wing.
"That's for all the whining you did while we were in Hogwarts." She said, and sat back down. "Professor Dumbledore, I think you'd better make that cage impenetrable, or we just might kill him before he can go to trial. "
Dumbledore nodded, and cast the spell that would keep people out, rather then just Wormtail in. He then levitated the cage, and banished it to his office with Wormtail still inside.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next will be up in three days. If you want it sooner, can I have 85 reviews? I would really be happy to post if I got 85 reviews. Just a thought.
–Celtic Ember
