Chapter Nine
Peter, Lupin, and Black
"Wait, what happened again?" Fred repeats his question to his brother.
"Sirius Black, he's an annimagus. He bit my leg and dragged me under the Whomping Willow and into the Shrieking Shack. He claimed it was Peter Pettigrew who betrayed Harry's parents, not him. He then teamed up with Lupin, who, by the way is a werewolf, to kill Harry. Only they weren't trying to kill Harry. They were after Scabbers."
"They wanted to kill your rat. Blimey, Ron, you're bloody mad."
"No, not my rat. Peter Pettigrew, who also is an annimagus. He was Scabbers."
"So, for years you've been letting a grown, supposedly deceased man sit on your lap. That's so wrong." George jokes.
"It's true! Ask Harry or Hermione! And then Snape showed up and Harry kncked him out and the Sirius and Lupin transformed Scabbers back into Peter Pettigrew. Harry then suggested that instead of killing Pettigrew himself, Black should take him to the dementors instead. When we finally made it back outside of the Whomping Willow, Lupin turned into a werewolf and Peter turned back into Scabbers and escaped, and Sirius turned into a dog and attacked Lupin to save and Harry chased after Sirius who, get this, is actually Harry's godfather. Next thing I knew, I was in here." Ron finishes his long, long story.
"Wow. That's a lot to process." Fred says, rubbing his temple.
"It wasn't any easier to understand the second time around." George remarks.
"Trust me, it's the truth!"
"Alright, Ron, we do. Now, just take it easy and don't let any more men sit on your lap, okay?" Fred teases, patting Ron's good leg.
"That's quite a story he's got there." I say as we exit the hospital wing.
"Yeah. Hopefully that's enough to keep mum from killing him for losing that rat." Fred smiles.