AN: Wai, I wrote this this afternoon in like 2 hrs... ^-^; Anyway, I kinda like this one, and thanks goes to Tana - again, even though she's not gonna BE HERE for two weeks... *coughs* - thanks to her for helping with part of the letter ^-^ Enjoy and please R&R!
Ghetto Dumbly - by Tanaka: There will be no sellin' of illegal substances in dis hea schoo' of whitchshit and wizardry... except to me and Fawkes, yo. *snickers* whitchshit... *coughs again* Yeah, on with the fic...
Posted: June 30, 2003
Peter Pettigrew nervously made his way through the dark, wondering why exactly he had come here. He was fairly sure it was some kind of ancient magik, since any other kind of spell would have been rendered useless while he was this near to his Master; that thought only made him even more nervous. He wanted desperately to turn around, but something kept pulling him, dragging him onwards against his will.
What if it was someone who wanted to kill him? Who else could it be? He wondered if it could possibly be Remus or Sirius, finally here to enact vengeance for James and Lily. But no, Sirius was dead now wasn't he? He had heard from some of the Death Eaters how Bellatrix had managed to use one of the Unforgivable Curses on him, and how he had then fallen through a veil and disappeared. He felt relieved that he wouldn't have to face Sirius, since he had always been the more hotheaded one of the group, but that relief quickly turned into a kind of guilt and resigned acceptance that it had been his own doing that had turned his once-friends against him.
He hadn't really meant to have gotten so involved with everything; one thing had seemed to lead to another and before he knew it, he was serving the Dark Lord. But excuses, he knew, were just that: excuses. He knew even apologising or trying to explain himself would never set things right. So he was stuck where he was, his Fate already decided and written down, just waiting to be executed... He had long ago stopped dwelling on it, merely accepting it as something that could never be changed and decided to make the most out of it, no matter how trivial or pointless that seemed.
He glanced around himself nervously, heartbeat quickening as the surrounding trees seemed to converge and then disperse suddenly, leaving him where he stopped on the edge of a small clearing. Looking to the other side, he could have sworn he saw a slim, hooded figure in the shadows, but before he could tell for certain, an owl hooted from above and to the side of him and he spun around, his wand in his hand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said a quiet, unmistakably feminine voice from among the trees.
He spun back around to where he had thought he had seen the hooded figure, but no one was there. "Wh-who are you?" he demanded, voice breaking slightly in his fright; he knew just how vulnerable he was.
"A messenger," was the reply, from a different part of the clearing than the voice had last come from. Before he could pinpoint where, the owl above him swooped down, dropping a letter on the ground in front of him before disappearing into the trees. "A letter from an old friend," continued the voice, before both the owl and the woman's presence disappeared.
He glanced around at the trees before stooping down and picking it up with a shaking hand, quickly opening it.
Peter,
You haven't forgotten me have you? No, I didn't think so. How could you forget the person you set up so many years ago? Blaming the death of two supposed friends on another... How could you? You're despicable, you know that? You know, I think the name Wormtail suits you just fine... at least the worm part of it... Even Snape has more honour than you.
Since you're reading this, I'm sure by now you've heard of my death. And I hope that wherever you are, when you get this the realisation of what you have done to this world hits you. Hard. I hope you understand that you killed two of your best friends for something as meager as power. I hope you know that you ruined the lives of thousands of people for your own selfish reasons. I hope you appreciate the fact that you've destroyed things that can never come back. And I hope, god Peter I hope, that you realise that you have made the worst mistake a wizard can ever make.
I don't claim to know why you did it. In fact, I think I would rather not know, on fear that it would be something petty like the excuses you came up with in school. I still don't believe it Peter. How someone could throw away close to seven years of memories and wipe them clean as fast as it takes to spout off an address... How you could betray the people who stood up for you. How you could deceive the people who loved you like their own brother...
I pity you Peter. I pity what you have become, not only because of the monster you're serving, but because you're doing it willingly. You should be thankful I'm not around anymore to kill you for killing my best friend, but don't get too comfortable. Remus is still alive and well, and I'm sure he would be happy to do that for me.
But know this: If we ever see each other again, I WILL kill you, even if it's to tear apart your soul in Hell. And I'll be more than happy to do it, don't forget that.
Black
Peter crumpled the letter in his hand, tearing it apart into pieces before throwing it onto the ground and burning it with a spell. He clenched his fists, spinning on his heel to head back. He almost laughed at the irony of it all, but he was breathing so hard it came out sounding hysterical.
He kept glancing from side to side, as if expecting Sirius to jump out at him from the shadows and kill him. And he seriously wondered if he would even put up a fight; dying quickly at the hands of a long ago friend seemed better than dying slowly and painfully at the hands of the Dark Lord. He even almost welcomed having his soul torn apart and simply becoming nonexistent.
He slipped his wand back into his robes, preparing himself for the questions he was sure to receive from his Master as to why he had left, and the pain that was sure to accompany the questionnaire.
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Darklight: Vampire girl: Yes the sequel will have Sirius possibly coming back, if I can pull it off. No I don't watch Buffy, but I know about wiccans. Hehe I don't think that would work in what I have planned but thanks for the idea! And no I can't spread the word that bunnies are takin' over the world because the llamas have stolen my sanity and it's the chickens that are takin over the world ^-^
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