AN: Howdy!!! I know what your thinking about this fic and trust me, it will get better. Hang in there...you gotta read the end!!!
Part 2
He's at Hogwarts. I had to get in there. Who knows what damage the rat could do, living in the same school as Harry, the same dormitory as Harry. The thought made me shudder. It was like sending the boy to Voldemort on a silver platter. I had to get in there. I would let nothing stand in my way. So I got in through the portrait hole. Of course, the fat lady needed to be cajoled.
I entered the boys dormitory and searched high and low for Pettigrew, being careful not to wake any of the sleeping students. I couldn't help but glance over at Harry, who was sleeping peacefully. The sound of a rat squeak made me whip my head around to the bed opposite Harry's. In it lay a red haired boy and on his stomach, lay an asleep rat, squeaking in his sleep.
I slowly and carefully walked to the bed and stood beside it. The last twelve years of my life has lead up to this capture. It had to be perfect to work. But, of course, it didn't. The boy awoke and screamed. So I fled the castle before any professors could catch me.
I spent a few months living on Hogwarts grounds as a dog. During that time I met a cat named Crookshanks, who I could, to my surprise, communicate with. He was a smart cat, and was very fond of his owner who he told me was perhaps the 'brightest witch in her generation'. This young witch was a good friend of Harry's, and by coincidence, the boy who owned the rat. Crookshanks told me all about them. How they are the 'Golden Trio' and such. It sent memories of the marauders back through my brain. It's amazing how much this cat overhears. He knows even more than the trio themselves about their personal lives. (AN: cough cough hermione and ron cough cough) Crookshanks promised me to keep an eye on Pettigrew. Somehow, that brilliant creature knew he was no good all along.
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