AN:/ Hey guys! This is sort of two short chapters mixed into one. I just wanna say thank you to everyone who has taken the time to review both AMITC and ATC, (Yeah, i'm gonna abbreviate the titles of my fics..it sounds cool) it really makes my day reading all of the lovely comments:D I had fun writing the second half of this...eeee fluff

"Do it, you coward!" Voldemort's high voice commanded. He was trapped, the Dark Lord guarding his only exit. Peter was crying. He hid his face in his hands to block the terrible sight before him.
"I can't." He said quietly, afraid to raise his voice.
"I'm sorry?" His voice was laced with faux sincerity. "Shall we all just go home then?"
Peter let out a sob, taking his hands away from his face. His eyes immediately met with the evil red glare of the man before him.
"I CAN'T!" He screamed, louder than he had ever screamed in his life, tears still falling down his cheeks and he tasted salt in his mouth. Peter refused to turn the other way. He couldn't bare to look at their staring eyes.
Voldemort stared, bemused. "Such sudden loyalty, for the little rat that you are."
Peter shook his head. "I won't."
Voldemort laughed but the noise was humourless. "You will."
Slowly, with eyes half closed, Peter shifted his feet and his eyes met with hazel and green. Lily was against the wall, lying in a puddle of her own blood. But something was wrong; her eyes were filmed over. Peter choked, his tongue feeling heavy. Lily Evans was dead.

James was still alive. His limbs were tied together, the cloth covering his mouth pulled taut. There were tearstains running down his cheeks, tinged red.
But his eyes.
James' eyes were staring right into his soul, sending vile messages to his brain. Peter shook his head. "I never asked for this!" He spun around on Voldemort again.
"Lily-"
"They all die, and at your hand." Voldemort smiled at him.
"Shut UP!" Peter put his hands over his ears.
Somehow, impossibly, James rid the cloth from his mouth. Peter glanced at Voldemort, who simply stared at him.
"James, I-"
"No." His best friend said quietly.
"W-what?"
"Kill me."
Peter was taken aback. "I'm sorry?"
"KILL ME!" James shouted with a sudden ferocity. "YOU KILLED THE REST OF THEM, SO JUST KILL ME."

Peter Pettigrew jolted awake, his heart pounding. There was a cold sweat covering the entirety of his body. Peter sat up, wiping his damp hair out of his face. He was confused for an instant, looking around at the interior of the shabby room and not knowing where he was. The bed was concaved in the middle; a sheet littered with holes was tangled with his legs. Besides the little bed, the room was furnished with items that may have indeed been considered grand in their time. However, everything was chipped and scratched. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling, with shimmering spider webs leading from it to other corners in the room. Moonlight was spilling in, giving the room a slightly haunting blue tinge.

Peter's mind cleared, and he remembered that he was staying in a dodgy inn just off of Knockturn Alley. His mother had been permanently admitted to St Mungos a week ago, and he couldn't bare to sit in their cold, damp ridden home without her. However, Peter was seldom in the room; spending his days at his mother's bedside in the clean, bright land of St Mungo's hospital, and most of his nights at the ancient, abandoned houses, which Lord Voldemort used for his meetings.
Every night for two weeks, Peter had been having the same recurring nightmare, and it always ended with one of his friends screaming at him, begging to be killed.

Peter stood up, feeling shaky. He guessed that it was about four in the morning. Glancing at the figure of himself in the mirror, Peter didn't recognise the gaunt, pale boy staring back. He began to cry again, the horrid nightmare still replaying in his mind. He bent over and threw up into the metal bin, clutching the coldness of the handles.
Peter could not remember a time in his life that had ever been as awful as this. And it was all because of Lord Voldemort, and his own stupidity of thinking that joining the ranks could actually save his mother. She was dying, end of. The doctors had plainly told him that she had, at most, two days to live.
Two days and then he would be an orphan.

Worst of all was that not one of his friends had wrote to him, and Peter had become embittered; surely if they cared at all they would be wondering where he was? No. Peter was alone.
He wondered about Hogwarts, and questioned the point of returning. There was less than a month of summer left.
However, Peter couldn't afford to keep even this room; he had enough to last him about a week and a half and then…Peter didn't know.
Hogwarts was a place to be safe from Voldemort. He nodded, rubbing his hands over his eyes. One year: he had one year. And then, if things hadn't improved, Peter wasn't sure that life was worth living.

She let out a soft sigh, eyes squeezed shut and head tilted to the sky. He smiled dumbly at her, quite unable to believe his luck. They were as close as the barrier of their t-shirts and jeans allowed, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and hers around his neck, playing with the ends of his soft hair.
"Where were we?" Marlene McKinnon said, softly laughing at how they had become each other's distractions.
Sirius Black looked into her eyes and truthfully shrugged.
"This is becoming a problem." Marlene said with a grin on her face. She let go of Sirius and took a step back. "I'll fail my NEWTs because of you!"
He rolled his eyes. "C'mere, five more minutes." Marlene crossed her arms over her head firmly.
"Honestly, Black. We have more important things to do."
"What the bloody hell is more important that snogging my girlfriend?" Sirius asked with what sounded like genuine wonder. He laughed at himself. "Ha. Girlfriend. I have a girlfriend."
Marlene shook her head, leaning forwards and kissing his cheek. "And I have a boyfriend. I also have a five foot charms essay to do."
"It's aaaaages until Hogwarts!" Sirius interjected.
"Actually, it's less than a month away now." Marlene said with a smirk. Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You're not serious."
"Yeah, you're right; I'm not. You are."
Sirius groaned. "I really hate those puns. Damn my vile mother for giving me such a bloody rubbish name."

Marlene turned towards her desk and glanced at a letter from Lily that she still had to reply to. "I think I'm going to have to dump you, y'know, because of your awful name."
"Give me another name then," He paused. "Merlin; lets have code names!
Marlene blinked. "For a second there, I thought you'd just called me Merlin."
Sirius clapped his hands, grinning.
"That's it! That's your name! Marlene…Merlin, it's practically the same anyway."
"I am not being called Merlin!" Laughed Marlene.
"You are! Your new name is Merlin."
"If I'm called Merlin then you have to be called something equally ridiculous."
"I object! Merlin is a perfectly suitable Wizarding name. Just ask my great uncle Merlin, for one."
"So you have an uncle called Merlin."
Sirius nodded.
"You're lying."
"Did you know that Merlin, as in thee Merlin was actually a member of the Black family?"
"Yeah, and I'm actually Severus Snape's half sister,"
Sirius wrinkled his nose. "Well then, I'm afraid I'd definitely have to dump you."
"Not if I dump you first!" Marlene said defiantly. "I'll get my brawny half brother to come and mess up that pretty face of yours."
"And I'll have my great uncle Merlin ready to jinx him into oblivion."

Marlene paused. "And how did we get onto the topic of Severus Snape and thee Merlin duelling it off in an epic battle?"
Sirius raised his hands. "I'm not too sure, Merlin."
"You are not calling me Merlin!"
"Code names, Merlin, code names."
Well…then I'll just call you…" There was a silence, as Marlene thought of something suitably awful and soppy to call Sirius.
Sirius tapped an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Before we turn thirty, please."
"…Snuffles! Yeah, that's your nickname."
Sirius breathed in. "Snuffles? I give you the brilliant name of Merlin and you come up with Snuffles?"
"I like it." Said Marlene, smirking.
"Bloody hell. You're such a girl."
"Well really? I hadn't noticed." She said dryly.
Sirius took a step closer to her. "Alright, Merlin."
"You do realise that Merlin is a boys name?"
Sirius pursed his lips, trying not to laugh. "I know many Merlins of the female orientation."
"Don't tell me, your great aunt Merlin?
He let out a laugh. "They make a great couple," Sirius laced his arms around her waist again. "You know who else do?"
Marlene sighed, rolling her eyes at him. "Let me guess, us?"
Sirius grinned. "Merlin and Snuffles…couple of the century." He leaned down and soon they found themselves fully 'distracted' once more.

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