Monday 5th January 1976

Second Floor, 12:30

Severus watched as Black and Potter strutted past. Because that's what they did. Strutted. It was so stupid. But that wasn't why he was watching them. No, he was watching them because he was confused.

Black had just up and disappeared over the Christmas Break. He wasn't there at the start, then he was and then he wasn't. It was extremely confusing. Rumour was that the Potters had brough him back to their house but he wasn't sure about that. They couldn't just do that, could they? Surely the Blacks wouldn't allow it? Even he knew that the two families didn't exactly see eye to eye.

It had to be just another stupid rumour. Why on earth would Black want to leave his home anyway? He had to be one of the richest and privileged people he had ever known. There shouldn't be any problems there. There wasn't.

Black was probably just being an idiot. And ungrateful. That was what everyone in Slytherin thought so anyway. Why else would he not act as someone befitting of the title of Heir of the Black Family? That's why everyone he knew thought that Black had got sorted into Gryffindor. Which sounded about right.

Honestly, some people would never know how lucky they had it. It wasn't fair. Even acting like this, Black still wouldn't need to try very hard in life. Not like he, Severus Snape would. Especially with the name Snape attached to him. A name associated with such a scandal - almost as big as the one attached to that Tonks name. At least he acted appropriately though, unlike that Tonks girl. He embraced his Prince side, with his potions and curses, definitely not his Snape side.

Black seemed to enjoy throwing his name away for whatever reason. He really was stupid.

Severus watched the two friends fool around like idiots. Neither of them seemed to be upset or angry or anything. Actually, both of them were in good spirits. Nothing that hinted at some sort of fight between their families or anything like that. As usual, the Hogwarts rumour mill was at it again, he was sure.

Potter laughed loudly at the spell Black cast on the frame of a picture, making it wiggle. Severus shook his head. Yes, it was definitely a silly rumour.

Thursday 8th January 1976

Library, 17:00

Peter sighed heavily as he puzzled over his Charms essay. It was good to be back at school. Christmas was great and all but being with his friends was even better. But being with his friends again meant schoolwork. And now that the first half of their fifth year was over, OWL preparation was really beginning in earnest. Really.

Much to Remus' delight, this found them in the library even more than ever. And they weren't even back a week yet! But here they were, doing even more homework than Peter ever thought was possible. They'd been here since lessons ended at half three which was starting to show.

Definitely on James who really couldn't keep focused on one task for that long easily. He needed to have the opportunity to do different things for short periods and he couldn't do that in the library. Well, he could, but not without causing a ruckus and getting into trouble. Which he had narrowly avoided doing when the quill he was making do tricks in the air was quickly prevented from stabbing some poor, hapless first year. Peter hadn't realised that people could squeak that loud.

So, it wasn't such a big surprise that James stopped working all together. At least he was being quiet...

"I have an idea for a nickname for you Peter," James suddenly announced. "I was thinking about it all over the break."

"Nickname?" Peter asked in confusion. He needed a nickname? What was James talking about? "You already call me Pete or Petey."

"I meant for your animal. Your Animagus form!"

"Why does my animal need a different name? I have a name."

He could be Peter the rat. That wasn't too odd, was it? It wasn't like anyone except for the Marauders was going to know it was him.

"But we call Remus Moony because of his furry little problem," James said in an isn't-it-obvious tone. "So, you need a name too. We all will."

"Let's hear it then," Remus said with a sigh.

James started doing a drumroll on his bedside table which none of them appreciated.

"Oh, just tell us!" Sirius exclaimed impatiently.

James gave him a sour look before turning to Peter with a proud look on his face.

"Wormtail. Because, you got your tails first and it's all wormy looking."

He gave them all an expectant look, like they were going to announce that he was a genius or something. Of course, they didn't.

"What?"

Really? That's how James came up with his nickname? That was just silly. His tail, really?

"Then Sirius should be called Wags or something because he got his tail first too!" He said defensively.

"I'm not being called Wags!" Sirius said indignantly. "That's not cool at all!"

"Neither is Wormtail!"

"Excuse me, Wormtail is very cool," James said in an insulted tone.

"It's really not," Peter and Sirius said at the same time.

Remus was just sitting in his bed, shaking his head in exasperation.

"At least you're not called Moony."

"What's wrong with Moony?" James demanded. "It's perfect!"

"It makes people think he has some badly behaved animal," Sirius said. "McKinnon once asked me if it was a rabbit or a cat you owned. Apparently, both can be quite vicious?"

"A rabbit, really?" Peter couldn't help but ask doubtfully.

Were rabbits really that vicious? They were soft and cuddly creatures, surely? Hardly some sort of demon animal but then again, what did he know? He'd never owned a rabbit.

"I've heard people think that it's because I moon people!" Remus said in exasperation.

They all burst out laughing at that. Peter had never before thought how Moony sounded to other people. It was just so obvious to them, after all.

"S-seriously?" Sirius spluttered out.

"It's not funny!"

"Oh, it is," James said with a grin.

Remus huffed and crossed his arms. "I should never have told you that!"

"Oh, you definitely should have," Sirius said, wiping away his tears.

Remus sighed and threw his arms up I exasperation.

"Okay, that's it!" Madam Pince declared, suddenly appearing next to them. "Out!"

They all scrambled to get their belongings and do what they were told. Madam Pince was definitely not a witch you wanted to cross. Especially when she sent a mild stinging hex in your direction!

Okay, maybe Wormtail wasn't that bad. Not that he was going to tell James that.

Saturday 10th January 1976

Outside the Library, 14:00

"Did Remus scare you?" Sirius asked suddenly.

"What?"

That was something Tonks definitely hadn't been expecting to come out of his mouth. Especially when he was giving her some Beater plays to try out later this evening when she was at practice. It was nice of him to keep up his help even if they were now rivals. Not that he had given away any of his 'Special Secret Moves' as he called them but still.

"Remus. Did he scare you or something?" Sirius repeated.

"No!"

Remus was like the least scary person around. Sure, he could be a bit intimidating but that wasn't because he was scary. It was because he was so tall and strong looking and - Tonks was going to stop her thoughts right there. Those thoughts were going to get her into trouble. Better off not thinking about them again.

"Really?" Sirius asked sceptically.

Tonks shook her head vigorously. "He really didn't. Just gave me a bit of a wakeup call."

"Oh."

The tension thankfully left Sirius' shoulders but he was still frowning.

"Then why are you acting so weird around him? You either talk really fast or not at all and when you do talk your voice is all weird. You're being weird."

Tonks blushed. She hadn't thought that anyone had noticed how silly she was acting. Though she supposed it was rather obvious.

"I'm not acting that weird."

She didn't think she was anyway. She might be acting a little weird but that was because Remus flustered her, she couldn't help that - even if it was annoying. Remus was so nice to talk to and she couldn't even do that now.

"You've got that look on your face again," Sirius' voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"What look?"

She didn't have a look on her face.

"Your being weird look. Because, you know, you're being weird."

"I told you, I'm not being weird!"

"Uh, huh."

"I'm not!"

Sirius didn't reply, instead looked her up and down thoughtfully.

"Mmm. You don't always act weird, only - ah, ah, ah," he said as she opened her mouth, "let me think, let me think."

"Whatever," she huffed, crossing her arms.

Sirius was just being an idiot. As usual.

"Let's see," he pondered out loud, tapping his chin with a finger. "When Remus appears, you go from talking normally to talking squeaking or sometimes not even at all-"

"I don't squeak!"

"And you don't look him in the eye..."

"He's taller than me!"

"And then you try to get away as fast as possible..."

"Sometimes I have places to be, okay?"

"And, last but not least," you and your hair goes bright red which I know means you're embarrassed!"

Tonks rolled her eyes. That wasn't exactly a big secret!

"Well, all that only comes down to one thing..."

"Absolutely nothing at all you mean."

"You fancy him!" Sirius exclaimed loudly.

Tonks practically dove at him so she could cover his mouth with her hands "Shhh!"

Sirius' eyes were filled with amusement and she looked around them, paranoid.

"And I do not!"

He shrugged her hands off and grinned so broadly she honestly thought his face was going to crack.

"You so do!"

"What part of 'shhh!' don't you understand?"

Tonks looked around quickly. Had anyone heard him? Was Remus about?

"I've never been too good at the shhh part," he said in amusement.

"Well, you should try."

"Yeah, yeah," he dismissed. "Back to the you fancying Remus."

"You mean the thing I don't?"

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It does!" Tonks insisted. "Because I don't fancy Remus."

"Sure, you do," Sirius said matter-of-factly. "You fancy him loads."

"Do not."

"Do too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Not!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Yes."

"No! Oh, you got me!" Sirius huffed but he was grinning.

"Too easy," Tonks bragged.

"But I'm still right."

Tonks let a noise escape her that wasn't entirely human. Something Sirius looked far too amused by. Oh, he was so frustrating!

"Okay, fine," Tonks threw her hands up in the air. "I fancy him, okay? Are you happy now?"

"Extremely."

He did look very pleased with himself. Hmpf.

"Whatever."

Of course, Sirius didn't exactly take that as a hint that she was interested.

"Now, the question is... what are you going to do about it?"

Monday 12th January 1976

Dungeons, 18:00

Severus tried not to sigh too loudly as Lily talked. But it was hard going.

"They're mean, Sev."

He brushed Lily off. She was being silly. Ridiculous even.

"They're not, they're just... more traditional."

"That's not an excuse for being mean."

"That's not mean. That's just their views."

"Which are mean and quite rude actually."

"They are most definitely not rude."

The very idea was ridiculous. They were the epitome of politeness. Were they always nice? No. But they were polite. Just like they were supposed to be.

They were arguing about Avery and the rest of his cohort. Well, not arguing really. Lily was telling him how she didn't like them. Which was silly, like he said.

All he had told her about some of the things that they got up to and let him participate in. Well, participate was probably too strong a word... but they did let him watch! Sometimes. And watching was good!

Honesty, Lily just didn't get it. Pureblood Slytherins were just different, that's all. They valued tradition and the old ways, there was nothing bad about that. It's what made them different, what made them stand out apart from the rest. And that was important. They weren't mere sheep after all, bending to the whims of the common populace. No, they stayed firm in their beliefs.

But Lily didn't think they were amusing or clever at all. Instead called them "mean" and "cruel". Like he said, she just didn't get it. Avery had warned him that most people wouldn't and he was right. Which was dreadfully annoying but he saw why they were so frustrated now.

"You think what those silly Marauders do is funny," he felt like he had to point out. "They do magic like that outside of class too."

Lily shook her head. "Not like that. They don't target people like that."

"Sure, they do. All their pranks have targets."

And he had been at the end of those too many times in his opinion. Perhaps he could get Avery or Mulciber to have Potter or Black be their next target. They were blood traitors after all, that should be enough for them.

"But they don't hurt anyone. They make people laugh."

"So do Avery and Mulciber!"

"The Marauders do it without hurting people, Sev. Only Avery and Mulciber laugh at their stunts."

Because absolutely no one had a refined sense of humour in this place, obviously. That's what they had complained about when the pair of them received a detention for what they did. It hadn't even been that bad and they had reversed it, unlike what the Marauders usually did. Okay, that was mainly because the boy's eyes started to bulge quite alarmingly but they had done it and the boy hadn't been any worse for wear. Win, win for everyone. And it had been funny. Why couldn't Lily see that?

"Sounds like you like the Marauders," he accused.

Severus thought that Lily would be the last person to ever like those stupid Marauders. He had never felt so betrayed in his life.

"I still find them annoying and childish but that doesn't mean that they don't do funny things."

"They're childish. Like you said."

"Yes. They are but that's all they are. They aren't mean or malicious or cruel, Sev."

"Whatever," he mumbled, looking away.

That wasn't fair. His friends (they were his friends now, he thought) weren't cruel or mean. People just misunderstood them. Or were too goody goody.

Lily suddenly hooked her arm with his. "Oh, Sev, let's not argue anymore."

Thursday 15th January 1976

Library, 17:00

"Wooooormtail."

Peter said nothing.

"Woooooooooormtail."

He sighed and turned a page in his Charms textbook. He had to study, Flitwick was giving them a test next week and he wanted to do well.

"Wooooormy."

OK, that was bad.

"I'm not going to answer to that, James."

"Technically, you just did."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"I didn't."

"You did."

"Didn't!"

"Did. Wormtail."

Peter made a rather loud noise of frustration. It earned him a strict "hush!" from Madam Pince. He settled down but glared at James.

"I won't respond to it again."

He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice."

"We'll see."

Peter did not like how smug James sounded about that. Well, he would just have to prove him wrong."

"You won't see."

"You just have to get used to it," he said confidently.

Yes, like that was going to happen.

Friday 16th January 1976

Entrance Hall, 17:30

Tonks was being weird around him again. The usual state of affairs these days and it frustrated Remus that he didn't know why. At least she was talking to him now. Sometimes she deliberately ignored him or avoided him. It wasn't like she didn't like him, he didn't think so anyway, because she was still nice enough and did talk to him. Sometimes.

Like she was right now though she was acting incredibly awkwardly. All he had done was say hi to her and suddenly she was a stuttering mess. She didn't used to be like this. She was always had something funny to say. Now she was just acting funny. And weird. Did he say weird?

He was pretty sure she had stuttered more words than she spoke clearly (and she definitely didn't have a stutter) and she wasn't looking at him in the eye. Oh, sometimes she did but then her gaze immediately flitted away.

She also stumbled a lot if she had been walking and he approached her. But she did that a lot anyway so Remus wasn't sure he could tie that down to him.

"Um, how's your rabbit?" Tonks asked, after very obviously trying to think of something to say

But really? That was the first thing that came to mind?

Remus gave her a bewildered look. "My what?"

Had he heard her, right? She had spoken too fast again She tended to do that when she was nervous, he had discovered. But why was she nervous?

"Your rabbit."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about?"

Because he really didn't. He didn't have a rabbit. No one he knew had a rabbit. Why was Tonks asking him about a rabbit? She gave him a look.

"James is always talking about a furry problem you have," she pointed out. "It's a rabbit, right?"

Damn James, damn James, damn him. Remus knew he should have got him to shut up about that. It was just so stupid. How was he supposed to get himself out of this one? Bluffing. That was it. He was going to bluff his way out of it.

"Oh, yeah. My rabbit," Remus said in what he hoped was a very convincing tone. "Yeah, he's vicious sometimes."

"I didn't know rabbits could be vicious. They're so cute and fluffy looking."

"Well, mine likes to bite and scratch. I don't think he likes me very much."

Well, he hoped rabbits could be vicious. He was going to have to look that up. The best lies were specific ones, after all.

Tonks looked at him and Remus couldn't help but shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Is that how you got the scar on your cheek?"

Her finger came so close to his face that he could feel the heat from it. It almost grazed just by his jawline. That was a recent-ish scar. From before Christmas maybe?

His twisted his lips into a grimace. "Yeah."

She winced in sympathy. "Ouch."

Monday 18th January 1976

Library, 20:00

Frank resisted the urge to slam his book shut. That would be overly dramatic, which just wasn't his style.

Why oh why did he choose History of Magic as a NEWT subject? He must have been mad when he made that choice. Absolutely mad. And he couldn't even blame anyone, he'd made that choice all on his own. Father had insisted on it. He was nearly a man, he said, and a man made his own decisions.

Well, he had chosen poorly, that much was obvious. Oh, okay, that really was a bit dramatic. But this essay was impossible. And Professor Binns was no help. Not even a little bit. This essay wasn't on Goblin Wars, after all. No, it was about the foundations of Hogwarts. Which wasn't exactly the most interesting topic in the world.

He would much rather read about the Founders' epic battles and quests and accomplishments (of which there were a lot). Not about what types of stones were used to lay the foundations. Who in Merlin's name was interested in that?

"Hi Frank!" came three voices.

Once upon a time those voices all sounded the same but with time came maturity which meant two were decidedly low and masculine and the final was smooth and feminine.

"Jasper, Josie, Julian," he greeted with a smile.

It was always good to see the McRaes. Even if they did prove to be a distraction more often than not - something that had not been improved upon on maturity. But their distraction was very much welcome today.

"Most people just greet us all together as 'McRaes', you know. Saves them time," Julian said, plopping down in the seat opposite him.

"Well, that's impolite."

Jasper grinned at him. "And Frank Longbottom is never impolite."

"Exactly."

Frank took the opportunity to push his books away from him.

"Uh, what was that?" Josie asked.

"What was what?" He hadn't done anything.

She ignored him and turned to her brothers. "Did you see that?"

"I did," Jasper said solemnly.

"Shocking," Julian added.

"Oh, give over, you lot," Frank said impatiently.

"We're just utterly dumbfounded, Frankie-boy."

"Don't call me that. And why?"

"Frank Longbottom wanting to get away from his homework? Wonders will never cease."

"Shut up."

"Nice comeback."

Frank glared at them. Maybe homework wasn't so bad after all. He looked at his textbook. No. No it wasn't.

"So, how have you all been?" he asked instead, indicating that they should sit down. Which Julian and Jasper did. Apparently, Josie actually had to go find a book.

They chatted for a while; discussing how their Quidditch teams were doing in the league (The Wimblebourne Wasps had lost three matches in a row, much to Jasper's disgust), how eagerly they were awaiting warm weather in Spring and the increasing number of articles that were about mid less acts of violence against non-purebloods. All interesting stuff. Much more so than History of Magic homework.

But, alas, all good things must come to an end.

"I found my book," Josie said happily. "Now I can get that Charms essay done.

Well, we've spent long enough in this place," Julian said cheerfully, standing up.

Frank's face fell. "Do you have to go so soon?"

Josie leaned over and tapped him on the nose. "You have homework to do, mister."

He sighed. "Yeah, yeah."

With sniggered, the triplets left him only to collide with Elsie who, for some reason, was running in the library.

"Sorry!"

"Ow!"

"Sorry!"

They managed to untangle themselves from each other. Mostly. Jasper's bag managed to trip Julian up nearly causing even more trouble but they managed to catch themselves.

"Oh, hi, Frank!" Elsie greeted cheerfully, making f her way towards him.

"Yes! Another distraction!" Frank said happily.

Elsie stopped and gave him a wary look.

"He doesn't want to do his homework," Julian told her as he walked past.

"Really?" Elsie asked sceptically. "Frank Longbottom?"

"Don't worry, we couldn't believe it either."

"I'm right here, you know?" Frank said irritably.

"Not doing homework," Josie pointed out as she left them.

"Yes, because you're one to talk about doing homework on time."

Sometimes she was even worse than her brothers. She had actually got a detention for not doing her Charms homework. A sixth year. She stuck her tongue out at him and gave him and Elsie a wave as she so left the library

"So?" Elsie asked, looking at him. "What's this about you, of all people, avoiding homework?"

Frank groaned.

Saturday 24th January 1976

Quidditch Pitch, 10:00

Tonks took a deep, steadying breath. Or, rather, she tried to but it came out all shaky. Needless to say, she was nervous. Very, very nervous. Raising a hand, she noted that her hand was still shaking. She had barely been able to feed herself breakfast. Her school robes were still sticky with pumpkin juice. Thankfully, her Quidditch ones were nice and clean. They were brand new, after all.

Not that that helped her nerves any but it did make her feel very proud of herself. She was on the team!

"Get a hold of yourself, Tonks," Diggory told her as he walked past

They were walking in a neat line out of the changing room. Of course, Captain went to the front.

"Amos!" Amelia scolded, tightening her ponytail. "It's her first match."

"I seem to remember that for your first time you actually threw up on the pitch," Edgar added, making Diggory blush a rather impressive shade of red.

"Well, she's no good to us nervous," Diggory said with a grumble though there was a lot less venom to it.

Tonks did feel a bit better after that story, which was probably the Bones sibling's intention. She was grateful because now they were facing up the Gryffindor team.

Sirius was smirking opposite at her. Tonks wished she could smirk in return but all she could manage was a rather wobbly smile. That got her a worried look.

"You'll be fine," he whispered.

James shot them a dirty look and made a shushing gesture. Sirius shook his head a rolled his eyes but turned to Madam Hooch so Tonks did the same.

Then the whistle blew and they were up in the air. Wow. This was so different from practice. So much noise!

"And Beater Tonks is the newest member to the Hufflepuff team! Taking the place of an injured player who no longer wants to play. Not the typical build for a Beater but wow! Look at her go!"

That was actually quite positive. Cool. Then a bludger came flying towards her and all thoughts of the commentary flew out of her head.

Raising her bat, Tonks swung it around with all her might.

'BANG!'

She actually made contact and the bludger went flying in the opposite direction. Actually, towards the Gryffindor chasers too! It would have hit one of them if it wasn't for Sirius sending it right back to her.

Her eyes narrowed as he gave her a cheeky wave. Oh, that's how he wanted to play, was it?

"Tonks! Get at the opposite end of the pitch!" Diggory bellowed as he flew past.

Oh yes, she was supposed to be defending her team, not challenging Sirius. Whoops. Sheepishly she did as she was told.

"Score one for Hufflepuff!" came the shout.

Yes! What a great start to her first game. Tonks' eyes scanned the pitch as the Chasers regrouped. Now, where was that bludger?

Tuesday 27th January 1976

Fifth Year Gryffindor Boys Dorm, 18:30

"Ah! A rat!" Sirius exclaimed as Peter scuttled across the floor.

Woah, he was really big. Like, really, really big. Peter could just about see the top of his head.

Yes, Peter had managed the Animagus Transformation. He had done it! The full realisation hit him, making the rest of the Marauders quickly back away. Oh yeah, he was a rat. Oops. But he was just so excited. He never would have thought that he would have managed it! But here he was! A rat!

He hadn't even been trying to transform. Not really. All he had been doing was studying the rat he had caught all that time ago. Yes, he had been focusing on it, trying to memorise it but all Peter had really been hoping for was his tail to reappear again. Maybe even his ears. But no! He had done the whole transformation!

It had been an impulsive decision, to give it another go. Peter certainly hadn't been expecting this. No way! He just had wanted to get a little bit further on.

He was a rat! An actual rat scuttling about the floor. Peter went up to his friends on excitement only for them all to rapidly back away. Oh, yeah. He was a rat.

"Aargh!" James shrieked in the most high-pitched voice Peter had ever heard.

"Get the rat away!" Sirius added, scrambling onto his bed.

"It's a rat!" James repeated unhelpfully.

"Not just any rat..." Remus said, crouching down.

"What do you mean?" Sirius demanded. "Of course, it's a rat!"

"Sirius! Calm down!"

"How am I supposed to calm down if there is a rat in the dorm! That's disgusting!"

Hmpf. Peter didn't think he was disgusting. He was quite clean, actually. And did they all have to be so loud?

"Sirius, have you ever seen any rats in the dorms?" Remus asked him.

"Well... no. But there is definitely one now!"

"That isn't scurrying away despite all the shouting. What does that tell you?"

"That it's a Gryffindor rat, obviously! Brave and stuff. It needs to leave!"

Remus sighed heavily and shook his head. Peter had to laugh but it came out as a squeak. So cool. And weird.

"No. Who is a Gryffindor and a rat?"

There was silence and Peter assumed the other two were staring blankly at him. It wasn't like je could crane his neck up to see their faces.

"Peter!" Remus said in exasperation.

Peter squeaked again. That was him!

"Peter?" James repeated. "That's Peter?"

He squeaked again. Of course, it was him!

"I'm pretty sure," Remus said. "Come on, Sirius, it's only Peter. He's managed the Animagus Transformation!"

"Cool!" James said, getting off his bed to crouch down in front of Peter.

Peter couldn't help but squeak in alarm. James' head was so big!

"Prove it!" Sirius said suspiciously.

"Would a normal rat let me do this?" James asked and before Peter could realise what was happening, he was being lifted up into the air!

No! This was not good, not good!

"Be careful! Don't let him fall!" Remus said.

"Don't worry, I won't."

James set him carefully on his flat hand. Peter peered over his fingers. That was an awful long way down to the ground...

"See, Sirius?"

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "That proves nothing."

Remus sighed again and then turned to James and Peter. "Peter, could you squeak three times please? To prove it's you?"

Obligingly, Peter did so.

"And maybe clap your hands," James suggested.

"Can rats even do that?" Sirius asked.

Peter proved that they very much could. That seemed to convince Sirius as he approached him.

"You did it!"

"That's amazing," James gushed.

"Well done, Peter!"

They were actually really pleased for him! Peter never thought that he would be the first to manage it and he was sure none of his friends thought so either. He wasn't as brilliant as James and Sirius, after all. But here he was, a rat and being congratulated.

"Can you change back?" James asked.

"You might want to put him down first," Remus advised.

"Oh yeah."

Peter found himself on the ground again so he could transform back. How was he supposed to do that again? Oh yeah, visualise himself.

He hadn't realised he had closed his eyes to do so until cheers made him open them again. Hey, nothing was enormous anymore.

"Well done, Petey!"

"Wormtail for the win!"

"So cool!"

Peter beamed.