"Wormtail" whispered Harry, talking through angry clenched teeth. Old, gray eyes stared into his green ones, sending a chill through his heart with the pure hatred in both. Harry set his wand to the old man's throat, not planning to kill, but only to threaten the cowardly fool so he would know the power running through his rough 17-year-old veins. "Tell me Pettigrew; tell me your last request before I hand you into Azkaban; to the dementors; where you truly belong. Your master is gone, there is no one to protect you now."
Tears flowed down Wormtail's face; his graying hair falling across his face pitifully. "I-I'm not Pettigrew" he spat out pitifully. Harry gave him a suspicious glance. "Indeed, Peter was killed that day when Black was arrested. But neither man commited the crime." Harry's eyes widened; what was he talking about?
"I went to Hogwarts long after both...I am much younger...Through the years, I learned how to play with time; how to turn into another man. But one time, in disguise as Peter Pettigrew, I could never turn back, much as I tried. But with losing my own identity, I gained his, and found myself able to turn into a rat."
Harry pushed his glasses up; peering at the man with a mixture of confusion and hatred. "My mind became weak; soon I even thought I was Peter; and thus the Marauder's Map sensed this and named me as he. Before I turned to the late Dark Lord; I had lost all hope in myself, and knew I could never amount to anything else."
"Who are you then?" Harry spat, still feeling skeptical and frightened.
"Oh, Harry" he sobbed, pounding the floor in earnest sadness. "You see, some things never changed in my transformation. Physical attributes; birthmarks and the like. Oh, Harry!" he repeated; and parted his gray hair to display a lightning bolt shaped scar....
Tears flowed down Wormtail's face; his graying hair falling across his face pitifully. "I-I'm not Pettigrew" he spat out pitifully. Harry gave him a suspicious glance. "Indeed, Peter was killed that day when Black was arrested. But neither man commited the crime." Harry's eyes widened; what was he talking about?
"I went to Hogwarts long after both...I am much younger...Through the years, I learned how to play with time; how to turn into another man. But one time, in disguise as Peter Pettigrew, I could never turn back, much as I tried. But with losing my own identity, I gained his, and found myself able to turn into a rat."
Harry pushed his glasses up; peering at the man with a mixture of confusion and hatred. "My mind became weak; soon I even thought I was Peter; and thus the Marauder's Map sensed this and named me as he. Before I turned to the late Dark Lord; I had lost all hope in myself, and knew I could never amount to anything else."
"Who are you then?" Harry spat, still feeling skeptical and frightened.
"Oh, Harry" he sobbed, pounding the floor in earnest sadness. "You see, some things never changed in my transformation. Physical attributes; birthmarks and the like. Oh, Harry!" he repeated; and parted his gray hair to display a lightning bolt shaped scar....
