Peter looked frightened, but he knew if he transformed he would be killed. He wanted nothing more than to escape and go back to his master. His master would protect the loyal servant.
Quiet footsteps were downstairs, but Pettigrew had seen them coming, for he had been facing the window. As soon as they had entered, Peter transformed, and began to run away. Melissa tried to go after him, but was blocked by Minister Fudge.
"Black. Sirius Black," Fudge gasped. Sirius had not had time to transform.
"Minister."
"We are without Dementors, but we need to get one. We were informed that suspicious figures had entered the Shrieking Shack, but we had no idea," Fudge said.
"Minister, please. Give him a trial, or something," Melissa pleaded.
"There is no need."
"Minister, I insist that there is a trial tomorrow," Dumbledore said.
"All right, then, Dumbledore. He will be given a trial, but there is no point."
"Thank you, Minister."
"We will take him, and you may gather evidence for his trial in the Ministry Building tomorrow. Farewell, Albus, Melissa."
As soon as Fudge had left, Sirius in tow, Melissa said, "I don't trust him."
"There's no time for that now. Go after Pettigrew, now. I will return to Hogwarts with Harry, and write a letter to Remus."
"Yes, sir. I'll find him. For Sirius."