a/n: this ones set in prisoner of Azkaban!!! I guess it's kind of AU, lol! R/R plz?
Close to twenty years later, in the Shrieking Shack, Peter and Remus met again for the first time in front of something of an audience. Sirius, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all fell silent as the two lovers were reunited for the first time in twelve years. Granted, Ron, Hermione and Harry had no idea Remus and Peter were old lovers, but they fell silent anyway. The long, awkward silence was broken when Hermione, Harry and Sirius pulled out convenient guitars, Ron conjured a drum set, and they began kickin' it oldschool.
Falling into old habit, Remus glared at Peter and began singing.
"Back in school they never taught us what we needed to know,
Like how to deal with despair, or someone breaking your heart." He sent Peter a rather pointed stare at that point before continuing.
"For twelve years I've held it all together but a night like this is begging to pull me apart,
I played it quiet left you deep in conversation.
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen.
I remember I kept thinking that I know you never would,
but now I know I want to kill you like only a best friend could."
Peter recoiled, tears welling in his beady, rat like eyes. He knew Sirius had hated him; that was pretty obvious when he'd chased him around the street with a meat cleaver, before Peter had finally thought to take the meat cleaver, cut off his finger and fake his own death. He wasn't too surprised that Harry, Hermione and Ron were glaring at him, particularly Ron, given the few liberties Peter had taken as a rat, but Remus hating him was like being stabbed in the heart with a blade made entirely of ice that melted in his chest, ran down his shirt and pooled in his pants like he'd just urinated himself.
Harry, Sirius and Ron joined in the singing briefly while Hermione brought down the house. "Everyone's caught on to everything you do, everyone's caught on to..."
Remus stepped toward Peter, glaring down at the small man, amber eyes narrowed with hate and the disgusted knowledge that they had once embraced on a rooftop in the moonlight whispering sweet nothings and reciting Shakespeare with flair and blowjobs.
"Remus-" Peter began, eager to intervene and let Remus know that his heart was his to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, whichever he preferred. "I am vindicated; I am selfish, I am wrong..."
Remus didn't want to hear it, mind you, and sang over him:
"So don't apologize. I hope you choke and die.
Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself.
They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven
But they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell."
Peter was crying now, sniffling in a most irritating way and gazing up at the werewolf woefully. In the background, Sirius, Harry and Ron took their cue again.
"Everyone's caught on to everything you do..." they repeated. Remus glared down at Peter and added, "And I can't let you let me down again."
For a second Remus fell silent, letting Sirius step forward and vomit forth angsty lyrics like in the Exorcist only with angsty lyrics instead of vomit. The escaped convict scowled down at Peter for a second before rollin' with it.
"Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
So let's end this call, and end this conversation.
And is that what you call a getaway?
Well tell me what you got away with.
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
When you say best friends mean friends forever."
Sirius stepped back from the trembling Peter Pettigrew, allowing Remus to step forward and sing one last angsty verse. The werewolf did so, and how!
"So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish.
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there's ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
And again when your head goes through the windshield."
Peter quaked, and decided to try again. "You told me that you missed me,
But you meant with the grill and hood.
You'd kill me if you could
And if it's okay, I'll just grab my shit and leave,
I won't say one word, I'll keep my tricks up my sleeve
Flew off of the handle, you opened fire on me
Put me down, put me out of my misery
I'm fatally yours."
With that, Remus ran over to a corner of the room and ripped up the floorboards in a fit of rage, just like in The Village. To his surprise he found a shotgun, probably strategically placed incase he ever got out of hand while at Hogwarts, and he knew what he had to do. Destiny marched through his veins like radioactive rubber pants that marched through his veins for some reason. In a flash he whirled around and shot Peter in the face. The bloody, mangled corpse fell over in a heap of dead and everyone in the room cheered as Remus wiped a solitary tear from his eye.
"Best friends means I pulled the trigger," Remus told the corpse quietly as he lowered the shotgun, "best friends means you get what you deserve!!!"