I want to thank you everyone who read my story and review too. Yeah I know first chapter was mostly from the real book, but I promise it won't happen again -well some things my happen like in the real book, but you'll find Harry becomes very different from now on.
Hope you'll enjoy the sory.
I need a bit help I cant find an appropriate name for the sory, I have few on my mind, but they aren't the right ones, well if someone has a name he would like to share with me for this story then please I'd be more then happy. And of course I'm still searching a beta reader.
The mood was very dark as small group of teenagers followed Professor Snape out of the tunnel and toward castle. In the air was hovering corpse of Sirius Black and petrified form of Peter Pettigrew. Remus Lupin had run away because of the full moon –he had run as soon as he realised what day was toward the dark forest. All wands were in hand of Severus Snape who seemed to be rather pleased with course of events.
Harry didn't know what to think or do. It was like his whole mind was frozen into state of shock. He just numbly followed orders without really registering what he was doing. Only few thoughts were swimming around his half conscious state –had he really murdered innocent man? What if he had? Every now and then Harry locked his eyes with Peter Pettigrew and then with Sirius Black. And word what supposed murderer had said rang in his head like gong – you'll regret it if you don't… You don't understand…
The journey was quiet and uneventful. As soon as they got outside only few sounds could be heard –from the direction Hagrid's hat came low muffled voice when they passed. Harry couldn't help but notice trail of blood on the grass what lead behind the cottage. He knew what it meant, but couldn't bring himself to care –nothing mattered at the moment, and more darker, painful and important were Harry's thought's as he remembered again –you'll regret it if you don't… You don't understand…
What if Sirius had told the truth, what if there was something that Harry didn't know, something what he hadn't noticed and why was Pettigrew alive when he was supposed to be dead for twelve years… Was it some kind of trick? Trick to get him into trouble? Or some enormous joke what Snape made up? No… Snape didn't have any sense of humour unless it was his plan to get Harry killed…
It all was overwhelming and he felt headache developing. He looked at his friend's who were as quiet as he was staring at the grounds and following Snape. Somewhere form the Dark Forest was a loud and painful howl –Professor Lupin Harry thought. He remembered man's reaction –that look he had given Harry before they left. Lupin had always been kind to him and always had smiled to him but that last look was something different… Harry didn't know, but he knew Professor was disappointed in him.
"Ice Drops" sneered a voice what brought Harry out of his reverie, as he looked up they were standing behind Gargoyle what guarded entrance to the Headmaster's office. Harry felt his heart drop another few inches into his legs as he quietly followed up on the moving stair.
"Come in," came wizened old man's voice as Snape had knocked on the door.
As the entered Dumbledore stood up when he saw Black and Pettigrew flying in –literally, behind them Snape forced three teenagers and behind them all came Snape himself.
Dumbledore seemed to handle situation very calmly. He walked –or more like glided from behind his desk next to Sirius Black and eyed him for a few seconds before turning to look at Peter. He waved his hand in front of the rat-man and he immediately shifted and fell on the floor.
"Good afternoon, Mister Pettigrew," Dumbledore said kindly, but his voice and eyes didn't held their usual warmth, "never thought I'd be seeing you in this office again"
Rat only squeaked something back what didn't make any sense and sat on the floor like he was being petrified again, his eyes again rolled madly in his searching for escape.
"Dumbledore," Snape interrupted, "I think I'll bring truth serum and Minister here" Dumbledore only nodded on this and Snape left leaving three teenagers, a dead man and very frightened old school mate behind with Albus Dumbledore. "Why don't you all take a seat," old man stated. It was not a question.
Minutes passed in silence. Every second what passed made Harry more and more nervous –it felt like eternity to him as he looked strings on the Grand Father clock near the wall to move. It seemed that Dumbledore was waiting for the arrival of the minister and truth potion.
Finally footsteps from behind the door confirmed the arrival of someone. Door burst open without knock and as Harry turned around he saw Snape entering with Minister of Magic.
"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded as soon as he entered, Dumbledore only pointed his hand at Black then at Pettigrew.
"Did you bring the truth serum?" he asked his potion master after Minister was done with imitating expression of a fish out of water. Snape handed him small vial of clear water like liquid, but said nothing. Dumbledore turned to face minister as the man spoke out.
"It can't be Dumbledore, Black killed him twelve years ago!" But old man didn't say anything and walked to stand in front of Pettigrew.
"Peter we need to question you under the influence of Veritariserum, do you agree?" Man looked with horror at Dumbledore, "no, I'm… I'm innocent," he blurted out as crocodile tears started rolling down his cheeks.
Dumbledore placed his hand gently on the man's shoulder, "Peter, then you have nothing to be afraid of"
It seemed that it hit Rat man, but he didn't give up, "I'm … I'm allergic to it, I'm going to tell everything …just ask" he added hopefully.
"I'm sorry Peter, but I believe it isn't something what Madam Pomfrey couldn't fix, so please" headmaster said more gently, but there was warning edge in his voice what stated that Peter didn't have alternative.
"No I… I can't I'm allergic you see… I'm going to tell you everything… I'm, innocent"
"Stop it right there man. I as Minister of Magic order you to be questioned under the serum"
"But… but you can just ask…" pleaded rat pathetically.
"See Pettigrew people do not disappear for twelve years just like that," Snape added coldly, "you have no choice"
"If you don't agree to take it now and here I will bring someone who has the authority to force it down your throat," Minister of Magic added.
Peter was cornered and there was no escape from the room now. He only nodded and Dumbledore let three drop of drug into his mouth. Man went immediately into calm state. His eyes were clouded and careless, body stopped shaking and hands trembling. Even sweat seemed to stop pouring down man's face. He seemed to be complete peace himself.
Dumbledore sat behind his desk and started questioning the man. Minister of Magic also sat down taking out peace of paper and quill to take notes. Snape just leaned against the wall and watched whole ordeal like some show and sneered every now and then. It seemed that everyone had forgotten that just few feet away from them, in the corner was corpse of a man lying on the floor.
"What is your name," Dumbledore started.
"Peter Oswald Pettigrew," came dreamy answer.
"Age," "33"
"Where have you been for the last twelve years?" now everyone leaned a bit forward to hear the answer better, "I live last twelve years as a rat in my Animagus form with a wizarding family, The Weasley's. I pretended to be just a pet to a boy named Percy Weasley, later I became a pet to Ronald Weasley." Everyone was a bit shocked especially Ron, "and I let you sleep with me!" he said with ultimate disgust.
"Why did you live like that for the last twelve years?" Dumbledore asked after a while, when Cornelius Fudge had done with his notes and Snape stopped sneering.
"Because I lead Dark Lord to his downfall and feared Deatheater's revenge and Black's and his friends wrath –they would kill me if they would have found me –any of them" Harry looked now petrified, his face turned white as chalk –what did that mean? That Lupin had been right? Harry's heart started pounding so hard in his chest that he thought he'd going to die, but clambering his fingers to the chair and swallowing hard he continued listening.
"Why were you afraid of their revenge?" "Because I betrayed them all" Every eye was now trying to drill a hole into rat's head to gain information faster.
"How did you betray them?" Dumbledore was calm as ever, in any other situation Harry would be amazed by the self-control Dumbledore possessed, but in this moment he didn't pay attention to it.
"I gave Potter's to the Dark Lord and because of their son he found his end" That was it. Harry couldn't stand it anymore, guilt, confusion, hate, anger all taking best of him he rose from his seats backed away pointing at Pettigrew, "You… You, But Black was their secret keeper" he yelled out, "It was, Sirius's plan on the last minute to make me instead Potter's secret keeper. I must say it was my most glorious moment of my life when I told My Lord I could give Potter's to him. He…"
But what ever he wanted to say he was cut off as Harry jumped forth, grabbed man's neck into his hands and squeezed as hard as he could, "I KILL YOU, I KILL YOU" he roared madly. Peter Pettigrew tried to wince free, but couldn't, he started gasping for the air as Harry's fingers dug even deeper into man's throat, "YOU BASTARD," Harry roared, his heart pounding hard, tears rolled down his cheek, but in his mind was only one thought, only one desire –to squeeze any life out of the man beneath him, cold rage taking him over.
Just as Harry felt life leaving body beneath him, he was roughly pulled back, "NO, LET ME GO" he screamed, someone was trying to say something, but Harry struggled to get free, to get the man who was responsible for death of his parents, for death of Sirius Black, who made Harry murder the man, he struggled wanting to get and kill the man, but hands were too strong, "LET ME GO" but he was still held too strongly. And he was just a small bony thirteen years old kid.
Something ice-cold was poured down his throat, he heard someone call his name, that coldness was taking him over, freezing his rage, forcing him to calm down, voices were getting stronger, "Harry, Harry NO Cornilius get them out, out of here!" someone was yelling, but he couldn't make out who. He felt like he was carried. Everything was too foggy around him, he felt coldness creeping over him even more, He heard shouts, no longer his name, but someone's desperate please, Everything was so cold… so cold…
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!
Stand aside, you silly girl... stand aside, now....
Not Harry, please no…"
And then he knew no more.
Okay hope you enjoyed and please review. But please forgive me for bad grammar -I'm searching for a beta reader. So what should happen next? And what relationship you'd like to see in this story? Bytheway... thanks for reading.
