Trapped and helpless, Pettigrew tranformed.
"What do you want from me?" he stuttered.
"After what you did, we want you dead, as I'm sure was established last time you met with Sirius. But we aren't like that, so we just want to kidnap you, present you to the Ministry, clear Sirius, and send you to Azkaban. However, perhaps you may get a little kiss instead."
"Sweet Melissa- you wouldn't do that to me? To your very sisters husband? She already won't speak to you because of what he did-" he pointed to Sirius.
"You mean what you did," Melissa said angrily.
"But it will still anger her, having her husband receive a Dementor's Kiss," he said, gulping with fear.
"You are scum, Pettigrew. You know that?"
"Sirius- my old friend. You won't let that happen to me, will you? I was your friend, Sirius."
"Get off me, rat. If I had it my way, you would be dead already."
"Dumbledore- kind headmaster. You won't let these horrible people kill an innocent man."
"You're right. That's why I would let them kill you."
"Kind headmaster- you were so good to me. Why let them do this? I respected you, and you were my hero. Please, you can't let them do this. I was scared, and I.........."
"You were here on orders from your master."
"Good-bye, Peter."