Fallen Angel
James wasn't the only one Peter wanted revenge on.
Chapter Three- Oh. Angel.
Angel thrashed about in her bed, seemingly and probably unaware of something going on miles away from her, but involving her very deeply.
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Peter Pettigrew sat, fat and smelly, in a sewer, waiting for the time when he would sort out his thoughts. He cursed the unintelligence of rats and became a fat, smelly human. He had not dared become human in a very long time, but was alone and in a sewer and it was not very likely he would be caught.
His brain became completely intact (maybe not COMPLETELY intact…) and he knew, finally, what the heck he was dealing with. Anger and rage were possible. Dissatisfaction was probable.
It's not over, he thought. I'm not satisfied. Why am I not satisfied with killing James?
But that thought too, was answered. It just took a little longer.
Because James wasn't the only one who treated me like crap.
He thought about everyone he knew in his Hogwarts days. Snape was now an ally. Remus had treated him fine. Bellatrix scared him. Sirius was rotting away in Azkaban Most others were either unimportant or dead. Except one. There was one person left who treated him horribly with no remorse. One person who had not ended up badly… yet.
Angel.
Angel was the one he needed to kill to satisfy himself. Angel was the one who had treated him as badly as -and probably worse than- James did. One time in particular, Angel decided to be the one person to ever prank a Marauder. She picked him. He wouldn't even allow himself to dwell in that memory.
But this was different. The Dark Lord was gone, and killing Angel would be of no help to him. Peter smiled greedily, and decided he would do it himself. He'd blown up an entire street- he could kill someone. He was a Death Eater, for goodness' sake. Angel wasn't pureblood, and therefore was unworthy anyway.
Neither was Peter, but no one needed to know that.
Peter's only hope was that he could survive the explosion he would undoubtedly cause. He looked sorrowfully at his hand, examining where his finger used to be. She drove me to it…
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Cold sweat formed on Angel's forehead as she woke up. She'd been having a nightmare- that haunted feeling proved it. A cold shower didn't relive her. She ate. Food didn't relieve her. She let Nari out. Her owl didn't relieve her. She tried to shake it off. She still wasn't relieved.
Nothing unusual happened all day. She listened to the Wireless Wizarding Network, becoming an immediate fan of the up-and-coming Weird Sisters. Funnily enough, they were guys. It was slightly past eleven o'clock. Angel was reading a book in her living room.
Her day was no longer unusual.
A/N: Right. So we have an incredibly long chapter that does squat but prolong my fic, and a really short chapter that does everything to advance my plot.