Last chapter was so much fun to write, I absolutely loved it (as you could tell by the title in itself).

And now folks comes the chapter you all had been waiting for. Give it up for... THE REVELATION.

I don't know why I wrote that again, it's literally the title.

Sorry for posting this so late but after I read the tweets and that transphobic essay(? manifesto?) that JK wrote on her twitter I was a bit out of it- especially due to that autism line as my brother's autistic. But here we go!

Song for this chapter is 'Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic! At the Disco.

I walked through the atrium of the ministry with the Marauders and Lily by my side.

Remus had classes off for the day due to it being the first task so, fortunately, he was able to come along. The marauders and I had walked outside of the Hogwarts gates and apparated to the Atrium where Lily had joined us shortly. I had put on my best fangirl face upon seeing the redhead.

We walked towards the elevators where James pressed the button for Level four. The elevator rattled as its gates closed.

On each level the gates would open, allowing entry for more wizards and witches while many exited.

Finally, we reached Level 4 and I stepped out as quickly as I could, breathing in relief. I was starting to get unnerved by the stares of people. I had half a mind of dropping the enchantments and morphing from Mica to Lisa, at least that way I could go by unnoticed.

But I didn't think my companions would handle that well.

Lily led the away, knowing more about this part of the ministry than any of us. She walked towards a desk behind which a young woman sat, an expression of utter adorning her face. She had her feet resting on the table and was throwing a paperweight in the air and catching it repeatedly.

When she saw us approaching, flustered she set the paperweight down and swung her feet off the table, straightening her posture to seem sophisticated.

Her eyes immediately fell on Remus as recognition filtered into her eyes. She cleared her throat before asking, "Are you here for the werewolf registry?"

Remus stiffened, his eyes widening. The rest of the company's eyes swivelled to me like a multi-headed creature with the same brain.

It took me a moment to realise that Mica wasn't supposed to know that Remus is a werewolf.

Great. More dramatics.

I widened my eyes, as if I had just registered what the receptionist had said, and jerked my head in Remus' direction in shock.

He avoided my eyes.

"Remus," I breathed out, "Are you- are you a..." I paused as if trying to come to terms with it. "A werewolf?" I finally asked tentatively.

Remus looked like he wanted to either run away or throw up. Despite my interest in seeing Remus' reaction to the Peter situation, I'd rather he chose the former.

James put a hand on Remus' shoulder in support.

Remus took a deep breath. He looked up then and hesitantly whispered, "Yes."

I wasn't sure how to respond. Was I suppose to console him, give a big dramatic speech about how this doesn't change him or ignore the information and just continue on. I wasn't close enough to Remus for the former two and the latter would just make me seem heartless.

Most people at this stage would start screaming their lungs out, boring a striking resemblance to a crying banshee, over how Remus is a werewolf and how he was 'evil' and 'tainted' or something.

I settled for putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly and giving him a kind smile. I heard the others let out a breath of relief.

Remus returned my smile with one of his own.

Lily stepped in at this point. Looking between the two of us in appreciation. She turned towards the receptionist who looked flustered over our interaction probably having guessed that we were not here for the werewolf registry. Lily spoke, "We're looking for Mr Peter Pettigrew."

"Oh," the woman said, "Mr Pettigrew is out to get some files, he'll be returning shortly for his break. Till then you can wait in the sitting area." She gestured towards the 'sitting area' consisting of a cluster of old worn-out couches. Many of them had rips in place, its stuffing overflowing.

We all decided to remain standing.

I leaned against the receptionist desk. The marauders were still glancing my way every once in awhile radiating nervousness. I guess they were expecting me to react more dramatically. But honestly, what should I have done? Whip out a machete and run towards Remus with a war cry?

We waited for a few moments before our attention was drawn to the sound of multiple pair of shoes and loud chattering. The sound of camera shutters could also be heard, muffled over the other sounds.

A large group entered through the gates. Umbridge was in the lead, a group of ministry workers scampering behind her. Few reporters surrounded them like bees hovering over a flower.

"Yes, the promotion will be held in a few weeks- Cornelius is really pleased- motion passed with a majority- of course, of course," Umbridge said, answering the reporters' questions.

That was not what caught their eyes. Right beside Umbridge was the sight of a familiar figure. You've guessed it folks- Peter Pettigrew.

I stepped back slightly. Partially so that the reporters wouldn't notice her and partially so that my face was out of the Marauders' view. This way I could watch the scene unfold in peace.

The Marauders' face ranged from anger to betrayal to hurt. Peter walked past us into a corridor, unaware of our presence.

No one spoke, even after the group had passed them. The Marauders looked on in shock.

The clock hung on the opposite wall ticked by, its sound filling the room. The tension descended heavily upon the room, even the receptionist shuffled nervously.

Lily broke the silence, still staring into the corridor Peter had left through, her voice dangerously low, "What job does Mr Pettigrew have?"

The receptionist looked at her, confused and unsure as to what to say. She averted her eyes, looking everywhere but at the group.

"I said," Lily said, a tensed fury present in her voice, like a taught string about to snap. She turned around swiftly facing the receptionist, who let out a yelp at the redhead's expression. I masked my face into one of shock too as Lily face my direction. "What job does he have?"

The poor receptionist pushed her scooted back a bit before stuttering out, "H-he's the ass-assistant. Madame Um-Umbridge's assistant."

Lily's face turned red, matching the colour of her hair.

She then screamed, "PETER!" storming in the direction of said boy.

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