Once more and again.
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Summary: It's Harry' s 6th year and he's in DADA practicing some new spells, once goes wrong and he is sent back 3 years ago, what happens when he knows that he shouldn't change the past but then certain circumstances escalate out of his control. . . .
Chapter Six"I don't believe it!" Ron cried out over an hour later. "Harry, don't believe him!"
"Shut up Ron, I do believe him. I know he speaks the truth. All we have to do now is prove it." Harry turned away from Sirius and moved over to where Ron was lying on the bed holding scabbers.
"Ron can I hold scabbers please?" he asked the red haired boy.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because he's not a rat." Sirius croaked, his voice still not completely recovered from lack of use.
"What do you mean he's not a rat? Of course he is look at him!"
Hermione sighed, "Ron you havent been listening! Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew!"
Ron looked at her, "Don't tell me you believe him?! You do, oh Merlin Hermione I thought you were smart!"
Hermione scowled at him. Harry lifted his wand and pointed it at scabbers.
"Accio!" the rat flew out of Ron's hands and into Harry's.
"Hey!" Ron cried out.
"Sirius want to do the honors?" Sirius grinned, and pointed Ron's wand at scabbers. A flash of blue-white light erupted from the end of his wand and for a moment,
Scabbers was frozen in midair, his small gray form twisting madly – Ron yelled -- the rat fell and hit the floor. There was another blinding flash of light and then --
It was like watching a speeded-up film of a growing tree. A head was shooting upward from the ground; limbs were sprouting; a moment later, a man was standing where Scabbers had been, cringing and wringing his hands. Crookshanks was spitting and snarling on the bed; the hair on his back was standing up.
He was a very short man, hardly taller than Harry and Hermione. His thin, colorless hair was unkempt and there was a large bald patch on top. He had the shrunken appearance of a plump man who has lost a lot of weight in a short time. His skin looked grubby, almost like Scabbers's fur, and something of the rat lingered around his pointed nose and his very small, watery eyes. He looked around at them all, his breathing fast and shallow. Harry saw his eyes dart to the door and back again and he sneered.
"Wormtail." He snarled, more anger in his voice then any of his friends had ever heard before.
Peter looked to him. "Harry!" he squeaked. Moving slowly towards him. Harry pointed his wand at him and Peter stopped dead.
Sirius was watching Harry closely. He knew something was up – he just didn't know what.
"Wormtail," Harry snarled again, "Why don't you show us your lovely tattoo?"
Peter started shaking, Harry continued, "The one that resembles the lovely Dark Mark on your left arm."
Peter, still shaking, didn't move. Harry advanced on him slightly, and raised his wand,
"Ava-"
"Okay!" he cried recognizing the spell. Slowly he lifted the sleeve of his robe to reveal the Dark Mark, faintly on his skin.
"How did you know?" Sirius asked Harry. Harry ignored his question.
"Well Wormtail let me hazard a guess as too what your plans are now that your true identity has been revealed." Peter started shaking more. "You plan to find Voldemort, take him back to the Riddle house where his father lived until Tom killed them, nurse him back to health. Then have Voldemort re-take power over the wizarding world. Correct?"
Peter stammered, but didn't answer. Harry, whose wand was still on him, started the killing curse again and peter squealed before nodding his head sadly.
"Yes." He whispered. "Yes that would be my plan."
Harry smirked, "Well it's not going to happen. Sirius, want to kill him together? Or should I send Hermione for Lupin?"
"No need, Harry I'm here." Growled a voice from the doorway. Harry looked over to it and saw Remus enter the room with a scowl on his face.
"Peter." He growled.
Peter started shaking even more.
Harry grinned, "Come to join in the fun?" he asked, his eyes glinting.
Remus looked at him, then Hermione sitting on the bed with Ron, then onto Sirius, and then resting on Peter. He sighed, "It's almost like the old days." He muttered, but both Sirius and Harry heard and understood what he meant. Harry looked like James, Hermione like Lily. The Mauderer's were back, with just a few changes.
"Moony?" Harry said quietly. Remus looked at him, "Are you ready to do this?" he nodded towards Peter.
"Yes, but are you?" he replied. Harry's face turned cold and he turned back to Peter and looked him straight in the eye.
"Yes." He growled.
Remus took out his wand, and Sirius still had Ron's in his hand. Harry's was still pointed at Peter.
"On three?" Sirius asked them.
They both nodded. "One – Two – Three!"
"Avada Kedavra!!" a bright green light shot out of the ends of all three wands and hit Peter's body simultaneously. Peter's body fell to the floor, dead.
Harry sighed, "Now all I have to do is find Barty Crouch then it will all be over. For a little while at least."
"Harry – is he – dead?" Hermione asked him breathlessly. Harry nodded.
"Let's head back to the castle and get you cleared Sirius, then we can burn down Grimmauld place and build a new house for the both of us." He looked up at his godfather and smiled. His godfather returned it.
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