"Pettigrew!" The name was spat with a savagery and fury that seemed foreign
from the mouth of Sirius Black.
The young man turned to face the danger. He knew what was going to happen but he was still pale and nervous, his hands clenching tightly to his wand. He didn't say anything, didn't really know what to say.
"I'm going to kill you!" Sirius' face was twisted with grief and betrayal and a lost look that said more clearly than words that his life had just tumbled down around his knees and he didn't know why.
"Is that the new way you treat friends Sirius? Kill them?" He knew how his words would sound later. Clear damning evidence for a crime someone would figure out the way he wanted and pin on one Sirius Black.
"You were Lily and James' friend too Peter. And you're a rat! A dirty lying bastard of a rat!" And he drew his wand.
"Don't do it Sirius. Please, you don't have to do this."
But the wand was already out and then there was a loud explosion and smoke obscured everything. When it cleared all that was left was a street full of dead muggles, Peter's severed finger, and a stunned Sirius Black. Sick with shock and horror and completely overwhelmed, broken hysterical laughter filled the silent street. Sirius Black knew that Peter was still alive. He had planned this, was sneaky and devious.
He was, after all, a rat.
The young man turned to face the danger. He knew what was going to happen but he was still pale and nervous, his hands clenching tightly to his wand. He didn't say anything, didn't really know what to say.
"I'm going to kill you!" Sirius' face was twisted with grief and betrayal and a lost look that said more clearly than words that his life had just tumbled down around his knees and he didn't know why.
"Is that the new way you treat friends Sirius? Kill them?" He knew how his words would sound later. Clear damning evidence for a crime someone would figure out the way he wanted and pin on one Sirius Black.
"You were Lily and James' friend too Peter. And you're a rat! A dirty lying bastard of a rat!" And he drew his wand.
"Don't do it Sirius. Please, you don't have to do this."
But the wand was already out and then there was a loud explosion and smoke obscured everything. When it cleared all that was left was a street full of dead muggles, Peter's severed finger, and a stunned Sirius Black. Sick with shock and horror and completely overwhelmed, broken hysterical laughter filled the silent street. Sirius Black knew that Peter was still alive. He had planned this, was sneaky and devious.
He was, after all, a rat.