Wormtail let Lupin's body fall to the ground. He gazed for a moment at the man who was once his friend, who became an enemy. He wondered why he had chosen this life. Why did he turn to the life of a Dark Wizard? Why wasn't he brave, why didn't he fight for the good, like Remus, Sirius and James? A single tear ran down his cheek, but he wiped it away quickly. He drew a shuddering and difficult breath. All the deaths. . . So many people. . . It was all his fault.
--My fault. . . all mine--
Wormtail turned towards the door and paused for a second, looking back at Lupin.
--I'm sorry Moony--
He walked out of the room and was gone.
***
Harry woke up early the next day and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. The Dursleys were staring at the TV, apparantly unaware that Harry had came in. He poured himself some cereal and glanced up at the TV. What he saw nearly made him drop his bowl.
There was a picture of Professor Dumbledore and a reporter saying, "The Headmaster of a so-called 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' has announced to the public that magic does exist, and that non-magical peoples and wizards alike need to join forces to battle the Dark Wizard, Lord Voldemort. Upon furthur investigation, Dumbledore turned a man into a cat and back again, to prove the existance of magic."
At this point, the Dursleys suddenly became aware of Harry standing there. Dudley was looking worried, and Harry thought he was remembering the incident with the Ton-Tongue Toffees, or maybe when Hagrid gave him a pig's tail. Harry tried not to laugh.
"So," said Uncle Vernon, who was looking madder than ever. "you freaks have finally decided to reveal yourselves. You still WILL NOT be telling anyone that you go to that. . . place."
Aunt Petunia was looking more pale than usual, and kept glancing out the window as if expecting a wizard to jump in and transform them all into lobsters and have them for dinner. Harry nodded and they finished breakfast in silence. As Uncle Vernon stood up and left the room, and Harry wanting to tell him about visiting Ron's house, followed.
"My friend Ron's dad will be here tommorow to take me for the rest of the summer," Harry said, getting right to the point.
Vernon looked at him for a moment, obviously still angry. "No. You will be spending the summer here. That's final."
"I wasn't asking. Besides, I'll just write to my godfather and tell him how you aren't treating me well. . ." Harry said, watching as Uncle Vernon turned even more purple.
"Fine then. You can go. But if they come and wreck the house like last time, don't count on a warm welcome from us anymore." said Uncle Vernon, and he stomped angrily out the door. Harry ran up to his room and began to pack his things, glad that he was going to see his best friend the next day. He had forgotten, for the moment, about Dumbledore on the Muggle news.
--My fault. . . all mine--
Wormtail turned towards the door and paused for a second, looking back at Lupin.
--I'm sorry Moony--
He walked out of the room and was gone.
***
Harry woke up early the next day and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. The Dursleys were staring at the TV, apparantly unaware that Harry had came in. He poured himself some cereal and glanced up at the TV. What he saw nearly made him drop his bowl.
There was a picture of Professor Dumbledore and a reporter saying, "The Headmaster of a so-called 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' has announced to the public that magic does exist, and that non-magical peoples and wizards alike need to join forces to battle the Dark Wizard, Lord Voldemort. Upon furthur investigation, Dumbledore turned a man into a cat and back again, to prove the existance of magic."
At this point, the Dursleys suddenly became aware of Harry standing there. Dudley was looking worried, and Harry thought he was remembering the incident with the Ton-Tongue Toffees, or maybe when Hagrid gave him a pig's tail. Harry tried not to laugh.
"So," said Uncle Vernon, who was looking madder than ever. "you freaks have finally decided to reveal yourselves. You still WILL NOT be telling anyone that you go to that. . . place."
Aunt Petunia was looking more pale than usual, and kept glancing out the window as if expecting a wizard to jump in and transform them all into lobsters and have them for dinner. Harry nodded and they finished breakfast in silence. As Uncle Vernon stood up and left the room, and Harry wanting to tell him about visiting Ron's house, followed.
"My friend Ron's dad will be here tommorow to take me for the rest of the summer," Harry said, getting right to the point.
Vernon looked at him for a moment, obviously still angry. "No. You will be spending the summer here. That's final."
"I wasn't asking. Besides, I'll just write to my godfather and tell him how you aren't treating me well. . ." Harry said, watching as Uncle Vernon turned even more purple.
"Fine then. You can go. But if they come and wreck the house like last time, don't count on a warm welcome from us anymore." said Uncle Vernon, and he stomped angrily out the door. Harry ran up to his room and began to pack his things, glad that he was going to see his best friend the next day. He had forgotten, for the moment, about Dumbledore on the Muggle news.