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Zan: Ides?

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Zan: Oh...

Nez: Yeah, this is a little bit that I just randomly threw in while planning.

Zan: No owning of official rights. We don't have those.

Chapter Thirteen: Peter Psychotic

Peter Pettigrew looked around the Room of Requirement for his three friends. They had just disappeared into thin air and now he could not find them any more.

"Padfoot? Moony? Prongs?" he squeaked. They were just there, in the center of the room. Now, there was only him in an empty white room.

Sighing, Peter walked out of the room and into the hallway. He was used to James, Sirius and Remus wandering off without him. In fact, they resisted coming into contact with him for a good portion of fifth year when Fish-chan and Nehszriah invaded their common room and their lives.

"Hey you little rat! Where are your bodyguards?" a very tall and menacing Slytherin sixth year chuckled, pushing Peter into a statue of Wendelin the Weird. He and his three friends, all as big and dull as he was, chortled as they thumped past.

"Damn brutes, I'll get you all some day," Peter muttered as he stood up and walked over towards the Gryffindor common room. "I shall get you all. I shall have ties to very powerful witches and wizards and then they will be taken out. Kingfisher."

The Fat Lady swung open the picture frame having heard the appropriate password and let Peter in. There, he walked morosely inside the common room, where only one voice was a pleasant one.

"Hey there Peter," Lily said from over by the window. She was doing some homework for Professor McGonagall with the other girls in their year, Michaela and Regina. Michaela and Regina both did not like Peter at all and glared at him evilly as he walked over to talk to Lily.

"Hello Lily," Peter said, blushing a slight bit. He really liked Lily, but knew he could not have her, being she was James's girlfriend.

"Hey, do you know where James and the others ran off to?" she asked.

Ouch. A stab in the heart, as always.

"No," he answered. "They went off into thin air again."

"Those three, I swear," she huffed.

"Why? What is the matter?"

"Oh, I was just wondering," Lily asked. "I'll see you later I guess."

"Yes, later."

Peter unhappily sighed as he made his way up to the dormitory that he and the rest of the Maraurders shared. He sat down on his bed and angrily stared at the ceiling.

"What is so great about James anyways?" he muttered. "Why can't Lily go out with me even for just one Hogsmeade trip? Why?" It just made him so mad to think of his friend dating the woman he was longing for. What was worse was that he could sense they were falling in love.

Peter got up and walked to the host of picture frames on the wall over between Sirius and James's beds. The pictures in there were all happily smiling. James and Lily over by the lake, the whole lot of them trying to help Nehszriah study for O.W.L. testing in fifth year, Nehszriah, Fish-chan, Tsuki, Chels, Fufu and Akina all dressed up in cosplay costumes from various animes, they were all very happy and quaint pictures.

What was not there though, was the somber times.

There was no record of him being abandoned so Nehszriah and Fish-chan could play Quidditch with the others. Lacking was the time Nehszriah tied him to a tree in the Forbidden Forest and young Hagrid had to help him escape. Not a trace of his lonely times, when his friends were in the future, remained. He could see a starkly different world than what the pictures on the wall showed. He knew only sadness.

"Mr. Pettigrew," Old Man Torstein said, rapping his wand on Peter's head. He had been having such a good dream during the boring Potions teacher's discussions and did not want to be woken up.

"Yes Sir?"

"What is the velocity at which a gobbledegook serum perspires and gives off poison gas that you are able to collect and put others to death with?"

"Forty-two," Peter muttered, still partly asleep. Torstein thwacked him with his wand.

"Mudshenk!" he said, briskly pointing to one of the burly Slytherin's cronies.

"Eighty-two," he mustered.

"Yes," Torstein said, a sly grin coming across his face. "That is because if we did what Pettigrew wanted us to, everyone would be dead from the explosion that comes from the serum gaining that much velocity and not going up to eighty-two! Ten points from Gryffindor."

"Not so smart without your buddies, huh?" a random Slytherin snickered. The whole class laughed in accord, everyone except Peter and Lily.

Peter had grown slightly accustomed to the horrible treatment he received from his fellow classmates. It saddened him as he went through the rest of Double Potions spilling on himself and the floor, nearly causing several explosions that according to Torstein could have been deadly.

"What is the matter Peter?" Lily asked as they walked up to the common room after class. "Are you letting that dumb brute Mudshenk get on your nerves?"

"No. It is just that James, Remus and Sirius are always disappearing without me. I really want to go with them sometime."

"Maybe they feel you would be safer here." Peter looked over at Lily, who had a fairly far off look to her face.

"Think I am safer? Why would you think that?"

"Because," Lily said. "That is the reason James told me I had to stay here this time around. They could be dead for all we know. That portal, if not used at the right moment, could have killed all three of them."

Peter was astonished that Lily had known about the portal. He shook it off though. She was a very intelligent girl and could have easily figured it out.

"Pettigrew! Evans!" someone yelled. They turned around to see Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall running down the hallway towards them.

"What is it Professors?" Lily asked pleasantly.

"Where are the other three you guys are standing around with?" McGonagall asked, a bit out of breath.

"Yes," Dumbledore said. "We have searched all over the school and they are nowhere to be found. They wouldn't happen to be lost in time, would they?"

"Albus! What a thing to say!"

"Minerva, I was asking them a question..."

"I think they might be Professor," Lily answered.

"Entirely by accident as well," Peter added.

"So then they pulled the trick your dear friends rendered a few years ago then, hm?" Dumbledore asked, frustrating McGonagall even more.

"Yes, but it was not their faults," Peter squeaked sheepishly.

"Then we must be calm and wait for their humble return," Dumbledore said. He was the one who a few years before, helped Fish-chan, Nehszriah and the Muffins to conceal their true identities so they could attend Hogwarts with the Maraurders.

"Albus, we cannot allow this to just go on! McGonagall said, about ready to burst.

"Now, now Minerva, we need to let them be," Dumbledore said as he walked off, a disgruntled witch besides him.

That was close, Peter thought. He was real close to getting in trouble. It seemed to happen more and more often. Soon, he wondered as he walked with Lily to the common room, he would be in so much trouble that even his friends or Dumbledore could help him.

Nez: Well, that took forever.

Zan: You said it. Also, why did you write a Peter chapter?

Nez: Dunno. I was really bored when I wrote the plot chart.

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