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Hermione screamed, which proved my point in just exactly how creepy Dad could be. Sirius leaped to his feet, and Harry tensed. His fingers slowly twitched around his wand, and I shot him a look.

I couldn't move. All I knew was Dad's full-of-triumph face and his steady black wand curled around his fingers, tip at Lupin's chest. He threw the cloak aside carelessly, and smirked. "There was a certain map on your office desk, Lupin. One look and I saw exactly where you were headed." His eyes glittered. "Two more for Azkaban tonight."

And you said Dumbledore made you uneasy? What am I, then, Lord Voldemort?

No. Tom smirked.You're his wife.

EWWWWW! THAT'S DISGUSTING! Go away, Tom, go away…

You didn't deny it…The corner of Tom's lips quirked up in an infuriating, annoying smirk.

THE DENIAL GOES UNSPOKEN! SHUT UP!

I shoved him out of my mind, huffing. After a while, I let him back in reluctantly. Say something like that again and I'll make you spend every second with Dumbledore.

BANG! I jolted, and thin cords snaked out of Dad's wand, tying Lupin up so he fell to the floor, wriggling and unbalanced. Black-ugh, I mean, Sirius-roared in rage and ran at Dad. Wrong move.

In a split millisecond, Dad's wand lazily flicked over to Sirius, between his eyes. Sirius stopped dead, and curled his lip into a scowl. Not the you-annoy-me scowl. More like an I-would-totally-not-hesitate-to-kill-if-I-had-the-chance scowl.

"Give me a reason to…and I swear I will." Dad hissed, the wand flicking dangerously between his eyes, darting slightly back and forth. I raised my eyebrows. I was fairly certain he wouldn't. 80%. Let's just say the other 20% was screaming red alert.

Hermione timidly stuttered, "P-P-Professor Snape, it woul-wouldn't hurt t-t-t-t-to…" Okay, really, Hermione was being really Gryffindor to try and talk to him, but a few measly words would definitely not sway him.

How do you know?

If it did, my room would be packed with stuff I asked for. Trust me.

"Miss Granger, you, Potter, and Weasley are already facing suspension. A certain someone-" his eyes flicked over to me, and I gave a weak, light-hearted wave. "is most likely grounded for the remains of her life, so for once in your lives, hold your tongue."

I bit my lip in rage. He had to listen. I scuffled past the screams I wanted to shout and searched for a reasonable response. I came up empty.

I have heard my dad curse Harry and call him "reckless idiot" more times than I can count. And I really have to agree with him this ONE time, because the next thing you know, Harry's face is consumed by determination and he crossed the room and blocked the door.

Since my terribly useless brain bailed on me the last moment, I mustered up what little bravery Slytherins manage to scrape up, and in a last ditch-and-run attempt, I said fiercely," You can't kill him. He's innocent. Just-argh-for once in YOUR life, LISTEN!"

He ignored me. IGNORED ME. Oh, thanks, I just wasted my small, .00000001% of Gryffindor-ness on this. Great. "GET OUT OF THE WAY, POTTER!" Sparks popped out of his wand, and Sirius tensed, some sparks landing on his nose.

Without thinking-I told you, my brain bailed on me-my hands flew to my wand, and I shouted, "EXPELLIARMUS!"

Leaving me wondering my voice sounded like multiple people had spoken. Then I looked around, and noticed-Hermione, Ron, and Harry had all disarmed him at the exact same time as me. Dad sailed across the room like a ball in the air, and slammed into a wall, blood trickling down his hair.

"I'm so grounded. I'm so dead. He's going to kill me." I muttered, and ran at his slumped figure on the floor. Numbly, I looked back, desperately. "Can anyone strip a piece of cloth for me?" The trio glanced at each other, and finally Harry tore a piece of cloth off for me. I tied it around Dad's head, which was bleeding.

In a way, it's amusing. You two both have blood on the exact same injuries in the exact same place.

Ew! Stop it with the disgusting jokes!

I tightened the cloth, and put my dad's head back down against the wall. Now he looked like a dead hippie. Not very assuring. "If I take you back to Pomfrey and help you, does this mean I'm not going to die?" I muttered to him, then reluctantly turned back to the scene.

Officially, I give up. I'm not going to explain the ENTIRE, I-don't believe-you but-you-have-to-believe-me-now-give-me-Scabbers talk.

The gist of it is this: Lupin and Black want Scabbers, and apparently years ago Scabbers cut off his fingers before he was "killed". I know; what kind of person does that? Oh, look, I'm going to get killed, so I'll just leave my finger here. Slice; hey, Minister, here's a souvenir. Finally, finally, finally, Ron handed Scabbers over.

I stared at the rat for a long time as it-he-thrashed wildly, biting and squealing in Ron's bleeding, gashed hands. With his spine-like, thin, wormy tail, and his patchy brown-gray fur, there wasn't really much beauty in him. Actually, no beauty at all, but you get what I mean.

Sirius said quietly, "Together?" Lupin nodded, and we all held our breaths. "One-two-THREE!"

There was a blinding flash of light, and I winced, turning my head from the light. Another flash, and Ron yelled, and then I turned my head back around.

Where Scabbers had been was a pasty-faced, short(very short, since he was barely taller than Harry), thin-haired man. He had a bald spot on the tip of his head, and a thin, pointy nose. Stringy hair clustered around his ears, his whole body going up and down as he breathed shallowly.

Well…he certainly is attractive.

You try living in a stinking rat's body for twelve years.

Pettigrew's voice was very mouse-like, too. In a squeaky, terrified voice, he pointed at Sirius. "I kn-knew he'd come after me!" With each word, his voice rose higher and louder. "If Voldemort's supporters were after me, it was because I put one of their best men in Azkaban-the spy, Sirius Black!"

"Lily and James only made you Secret Keeper because I suggested it. I thought it was a perfect plan, a bluff; Voldemort would never dream that we'd use a weak, talentless thing like you!" Sirius hissed. Pettigrew took a step back and fell right into me. I yelped and shoved him off, and he tumbled off me to the ground. I wiped my hands on my robes; Pettigrew's beady sweat had soaked my hands in oily, gritty liquid.

"Professor Lupin? C-can I say something?" Hermione squeaked, terrified. Lupin smiled. "Certainly, Hermione."

"We-well, if P-Pettigrew slept as Scabbers in Harry's dormitory for three years, how come he didn't kill Harry?" Hermione said.

Shrilly, Pettigrew blew out a relieved, ragged breath. "Precisely! Just what I was going to-"

"Say? Then why didn't you?" My lips twitched in amusement. Pettigrew's huge eyes stared at me in shock. He gave me a look that said, I really don't like you. In response, I gave him the trademark smirk.

3rd POV

Black rolled up his sleeves and said to Lupin, "Shall we kill him together?"

Celia froze. "You're going to kill him?" Pettigrew turned hopefully, grasping at the tiny hope that she would save him.

"He betrayed everyone, Celia. He's the reason that Harry's parents are dead." Lupin explained calmly, and took his wand out.

Celia blanched. "I-I know, but couldn't you just send him to Azkaban?" She looked sick. Black snarled and shook his head. "I've waited too long for this!"

"You're going to kill him." Harry stated, more like a question than a sentence. Black spared him a nod.

"Then I should have let Snape take you!" Harry shouted! Celia stopped looking sick for a moment to mutter," That's a first,".

Black growled. "No…I've waited too long…"

Pettigrew grasped Celia's robes. "Pretty girl, kind girl, sweet girl, you-don't let them kill me, please…"

She coughed uncomfortably. "There's not really anything I can…hey!" Pettigew had launched himself at Celia, who toppled over and groaned. "Get off me!" She shoved him off. She couldn't believe this person had helped make the Marauder's Map.

Desperately, Pettigrew turned to Ron. "Kind master…haven't I-haven't I been a good pet?" Ron stared at Pettigrew, horrified. "I let you sleep in my bed!" Celia shot Ron a disgusted look. "Ew…too much information , Ron, bad images…"

Pettigrew hopelessly turned to Hermione. "Kind girl…nice girl…you-you wouldn't let them-" Before he could even finish his sentence, Hermione hiked up her robes, pulled them out from Pettigrew's fists, and backed up against the wall, looking terrified.

With a badly stifled sob, Pettigrew cast his eyes around the room, pleading silently, begging…his small, squinty eyes landed on Harry. Landed on Harry, on his emerald green eyes, on his small figure, and he opened his mouth. Celia clenched her teeth. No bloody way. Pettigrew wasn't going to plea for mercy to Harry? To Harry, who was an orphan because of him?

"H-Harry…y-you look like you-your father, he wouldn't have wanted-wanted me dead…please, H-Harry, you have your mother's eye-eyes…please…" Pettigrew choked and clasped his hands together, shaking violently.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Black roared. Harry looked away from Pettigrew and closed his eyes. Celia could feel her nails digging crescents into her palm, and she was half-tempted to use her hairband as a slingshot to slap some sense into Pettigrew, that imbecile.

You sound like your father.

I really don't know whether to feel insulted or not.

Lupin and Black seized Pettigrew and tossed him against the wall, wands trained at him.

"You sold Lily and James to Voldemort. Do you deny it?" Black was shaking, too, and suddenly Pettigrew broke down.

Tears streamed down his face, his bald head and small eyes making him look like an oversized baby. He gasped for air, and managed to speak. "He – he was taking over everywhere! What – what was to be gained by refusing?"

Celia's jaw fell open. Black seemed equally disgusted and angry. "Innocent lives, Peter!" Pettigrew burst into tears again, sobbing the floor wet.

Lupin raised his wand more, and quietly said, :You should have realized; if Voldemort didn't kill you, we would. Goodbye, Peter."

"You're going to kill him? You're going to-" Celia paled a little more, and Hermione turned away.

Harry didn't know what he had gotten himself into, but the next thing he knew he was facing the wands and blocking them from Pettigrew.

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