Peter's point of view

He was dreading returning to Hogwarts. James, Sirius, and Remus would be so angry with him, and his cover story of where he was, was ,"I don't know". He was supposed to pretend he had no recollection of the past two weeks, how he was to explain that he lost almost a hundred pounds in fourteen days was beside him. He looked in the mirror and smiled. Most people would smile when they saw this as their reflection. He was taller than he should be, about five feet, eleven inches. He was also very muscular. He weighed in at one-hundred fifty-two pounds, and almost all of it was muscle. His face had changed too, as he was no longer an animagus. He now had the ability to turn into any animal in existence, so he didn't take on the appearance of a rat any more. His jaw line was far more defined, and his face wasn't as skinny. His nose had become less pointed, and his eyes seemed to have grown a bit larger. Their color also darkened, from a light blue, almost periwinkle color to a deep, dark blue, like the ocean. His hair was much longer, and better looking. It fell just passed his shoulders and, before he had cut it a few days earlier, threatened to become just as long as Sirius's. The grayness in the shade of brown had disappeared, leaving it a shiny, chestnut color, and natural yellow-blonde streaks had appeared. His hair was now the envy of most of the girls of Chisana Doragon.

He looked himself over again. He was wearing a black, short-sleeved T-shirt that was so tight on him, you could see the indent of every one of his muscles on his chest and stomach. His pants appeared to be jeans, but were actually made of a flexible, light weight material and were ripped up and down the legs, artfully. The hilts of countless daggers, kunai knives, and the points of senbons glittered on his hips. A pair of katana were strapped to his back, and shuriken and blow darts were kept in packs that hung loosely from the black-belt tied around his waist. Though he couldn't see it in the mirror, there was a golden image of a mouse with electricity shooting out of its paws and eyes on the back of his T-shirt. That's where he had gotten his nickname; The Lightning Mouse. That image had become his calling card. He picked his wand off the bedside table and blew the dust off of it. Though he had used magic a lot over the last fourteen years, he hadn't even touched his wand since he had arrived there. He placed the wand in a mechanical holster on his thigh, that would prevent it from being stolen, without him noticing. Not even the most skilled pick-pocket would be able to get at it, the holster made a noise like a cocking gun when the wand was removed from it.

He turned toward the window above his dresser, and threw the covers open. Bright, warm sunlight fell onto his beaming face. The sky was cloudless, but dotted every now and then by dragons or phoenixes. A unicorn was bent over the crystal-colored stream that lay not too far away, lapping up the freezing water happily. A curious-looking buck, so young he still had spots on his back, edged up to the stream slowly and carefully, and began pawing at a lazy carp, who zipped off, away from the deer, who seemed disappointed. A large, six point stag came walk proudly from between the trees. Peter was immediately reminded of James and his face cracked into a grin. A rather large black dog was standing on the edge of a cliff near the stream. He laughed, shaking his head. He closed the drapes again, and took his hat off the bed post. He put it on his head and looked back in the mirror.

The kasa didn't look right with the outfit, so he took it off and considered it for a minute. He snapped his fingers, watching in satisfaction as it slowly morphed into a black baseball cap with the lightning mouse on the back, and put it on, turning the bill to the back. It still didn't look great, but it looked better than the kasa, and he didn't have anything else to keep his things in. He had placed a number of enchantments on the hat he was now wearing, including an undetectable extension charm. He grabbed his black, leather jacket and slipped it on. He pulled on socks and laced up his shiny, black combat boots. He left his room and looked around. This was the last time he'd see the house he had lived in for twelve years, but he was going back to his real home, so he wasn't that sad about it. Hogwarts was the only place he ever felt at home, even though everyone in Chisana Doragon had been so nice to him. There was a knock on the front door.

Peter crossed through the kitchen and sitting room, and opened the door. Meli Sensei was standing in the doorway, leaning against her favorite blade, the Guillotine. There was a whole legend behind the name, including that the original owner used it to cut three people's heads off in one swing. She smiled at him. He smiled back and bowed.

"Good morning, Sensei." He said pleasantly.

"Good morning, Peter. Are you ready to go home?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah." He responded enthusiastically.

"Wonderful." She said, brightly. "I'll take you back to Hogwarts." She extended her arm. Peter grasped it. The shadow of the house engulfed them, and suddenly they were standing in the shade of Hogwarts castle itself.

"I love shadowporting." Peter said fondly.

"Alright, get in there." Meli whispered. "By the way you have a pet cat now."

"What?" Peter asked exasperatedly. "A cat? Really? Of all pets it's a cat?" Meli grimaced.

"Sorry, I forgot." She apologized.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I enrolled as a student two days ago, so I don't have to go as a cat." A deep, girl's voice said from behind them. Peter whipped around.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"This, Peter, is Scorpion. She's your partner." Meli explained. Scorpion had long black hair that covered one of her eyes, and skin just as pale as the demon that had attacked him at Hogwarts. Her lipstick and eyes both matched her hair, and she wore a slytherin uniform.

"What?" He yelled. "I'm supposed to work with her?"

"Trust me I'm not to thrilled myself." She said quietly.

"Sensei, with all due respect, she's a shadow, earth type, and I'm a light, air type... we're complete opposites." Peter said.

"As are the rhino and the oxpecker, yet they work together perfectly." Meli said gently.

"But..." A loud crash followed by screams, cut off Peter's argument. He looked over his shoulder to see flames coming from the castle, that were immediately snuffed out. He looked back to Meli.

"Go!" She said. "What are you waiting around here for?" Peter took off toward the castle with Scorpion right behind him.

James's point of view

A loud crash sounded through the air, and several students screamed. He looked up. A jet of fire had sprung up from the ground, seemingly at random, and blew a whole in the wall of the great hall. There it was, the demon Remus had shown them pictures of, standing in the middle of the blaze. The flames disappeared just as suddenly as they had come. The grief and shame James had been feeling for the last few days turned suddenly to anger, and, judging by the growling noises coming from either side of him, Sirius and Remus felt the same way. The professors had all stood, and drawn their wands, though Professor Slughorn looked apprehensive.

"Where is Peter Pettigrew?" It screeched.

"You killed him!" Remus roared, jumping to his feet. The students around them looked both terrified and confused. A blind rage had filled James, forcing him on his feet, along with Sirius.

"How dare you show your face here again?" He bellowed. He could feel Sirius shaking beside him.

The demon raised its hand and James was lifted into the air. It felt like some invisible hand was squeezing his throat, tightly. He couldn't breathe. A barrage of spells flew from the professors James fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

"James!" Sirius and Remus had dropped down beside him, to make sure he was okay. All three of them were lifted off their feet next. They, and the professors, including the headmaster, were being levitated.

"He escaped from me." The demon hissed. "I know you know where he is."

"Oi!" A voice rang out from the rafters. It sounded slightly familiar, but James couldn't place it. A figure in black was standing in the rafters with his arms crossed, looking down at them. He was tall and very muscular. He was almost as scary as the demon.

"Who's here messing up my school?" He roared down at them. The figure took a front flip off the beam he stood on. He landed on the ground silently. A shadow was covering his face, until he straitened up. It took James a moment to realize who he was looking at. He was much taller, skinnier, and overall more handsome. He had a scar running down his left cheek, and his eyes were darker, and narrowed in dislike and anger. His hair was longer, a lot longer, and better looking, but James could tell, it was Peter.

"You!" The demon shrieked. "It can't be."

"Oh, it is." Peter said in a threatening tone. James didn't have a clue what was going on. "Yeah, the Lightning Mouse. I suggest you get your self out of here." The demon did not move. "Before, I change my mind." Peter growled.

"Of course, M-mr. Lightning, sir." The demon stuttered, releasing the professors, Sirius, Remus, and James. The demon was gone in a flash of flames. Peter faced them. There was a moment of absolute silence. James was the one to break it.

"Peter?" He asked loudly. "Is that really you?" Peter nodded.

"Peter, mate, we thought you were dead." Sirius said quietly.

"You can't rid yourselves of me that easily." Peter's eyes shimmered mischievously.

"Where have you been?" Remus asked, angrily and with that the whole hall burst into speculation and awed murmurs.