[a/n]This has a sequel in the works.

Harry Does Different DXIV

Kittie Minnie

"George said we'd get a laugh out of it." Harry told his new friend as he pushed the small cage door shut on the rat.

The redhead rolled his eyes "How do you know it was even George? Not Fred? Anyway, what's funny about taking Scabbers to Transfigurations?"

"Well, he said Percy never did. Gotta count for something." And he started off, swinging the cage along "Never find out if we're late though. Move it Weasley!"

Through the corridors the young pair sped, too bad Ron's oversleeping cost them breakfast. To one side that rude blond boy sat with his twin towers. He shook his head and whispered something, they giggled sycophantically. On the other was their bushy-haired Housemate, who rolled her eyes and went back to scratching on a roll of parchment.

Scabbers began squeaking nervously as the boys approached the front desk. Minerva McGonagall prided herself on her Animagus skills, and especially never completely giving in to her feline instincts. But within feet of her was Kitty's favorite treat, but more it seemed to be a danger to all of Kitty's pride. She leapt off the desk unchanged and charged.

"Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were laaaaaaaaaaa!?" Ron's question never completed as he stumbled back from the attack "Get away ya crazy beast!"

As the boy spun, the cage crashed to the floor and opened. The rat squeaked and twisted, then turned in headlong flight. Kitty leapt on her prey, only to be swatted by the hand of a balding, fat man. The cat became a sprawling Professor McGonagall who, bleeding from her lip, commanded "Out of the room! Now! All of you!"

"That bloke? Scabbers?" Ron stood there in shock, ignoring his fellow Gryffindor who was tugging on his robes. Thus, the boys were the closest to what happened next, though not the only First Years who stayed in the room.

"Is that you Professor Minnie?" the man backed into a corner "I-i-it's me P-p-peter. Remember? I was J-j-james' friend. Sweet Merlin! Is that H-h-h-Harry?"

In flashes too fast for the children to follow the rat-turned-man was stunned-blasted-ropebound and on the classroom floor "Well, get about it." commanded McGonagall harshly "Mr. Weasley, your brother is in Charms four doors down. Since you get lost, I'll need him to get Professor Dumbledore here. You go with him, Mr. Potter. This man being alive calls a great many things into question and now is not the time for you to hear what he says. MOVE!"

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"Minerva? Young Percival's summons was perhaps confused. It certainly left me so. Can you clarify?" this was only the second time Harry had seen the Headmaster. He was closer to the black-clad professor than at the meal, and sure the man did not like him.

Professor McGonagall waved at the still unmoving captive "I believe Severus is equally of use here. I am morally certain that, despite a decade of discussion, we are looking at one Peter Pettigrew."

"It would be helpful if he were conscious …and talking." Professor Snape sneered that the dead-to-the-world form.

She shook her head "For multiple reasons, not least of which being a certain student." She nodded at Harry.

"What do you think I don't need to know?" he complained.

Professor Snape glared "Do not speak unless spoke to, boy. Arrogant like your father."

"About what Veron says" Harry snapped back to all three adults, much to the shock of his fellow students "Think I'll take it as a compliment. Guess I'll just start asking around."

Ron's older brother was aghast "Potter! You do NOT talk to professors like that!"

"I shall discuss the matter with him, Mr. Weasley." Said Professor McGonagall "You will kindly ensure he does not leave this corridor while the three of us make appropriate arrangements regarding this individual." After a time, the trio of teachers exited, she addressed her lions "Madam Bones will be summoned and it seems you three gentlemen will be involved in a significant rewrite of the last decade."

Percy glared at Harry then looked up "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I had nothing to do with any of this. I am not even sure what is going on. And I am reluctant to upset the status quo."

"Percival, and I only use your given name due to obvious reasons." Her tone lacked familiarity "While I never encountered your pet rat during your earlier years, I was naturally aware of its existence. Had I, the result may well have been similar. I suspect the prankster Weasleys had an unintentional hand here."

Harry commented "Err… one of them MAY have said something …ahh… since I can't say which, you can't exactly punish either."

"Obfuscation accepted THIS TIME, Mr. Potter." She allowed then "Does the name Peter Pettigrew mean anything to any of you?" Harry's blank expression raised a minor flag that she set aside.

Percy answered "Of course, ma'am, fought You-Know-Who, though in a civilian capacity. He was awarded was posthumously an Order of Merlin, First Class. Sorry, I am not clear when."

"Quite sufficient" McGonagall acknowledged "And, we now know, incorrect. The man we still have stunned, immobilized and rope-bound in that room is an Animagus. Percival? How old were you when the rat Ronald referred to as Scabbers came into your possession?"

The new prefect felt uneasy being questioned among his inferiors, swallowed his pride and answered "Perhaps nine. I am sure well before First Year."

"The typical lifespan of a rat? Do you happen to know?" she asked, then to the blank looks "Rarely more than three years. Yours, Misters Weasley, is not less than six …apparently. Identifying himself as Peter Pettigrew rewrites quite a bit of the war. Your Godfather, Mr. Potter, is Sirius Black. He was convicted and is still in Azkaban Prison, for the murder of Peter Pettigrew, thirteen muggles and betraying your parents to You-Know-Who. Considering we now host a living Peter Pettigrew, Black cannot have committed that murder …obviously… it makes his other convictions, dubious."

Harry staggered between the redheads, needing support "Professor, someone really gonna hafta explain all this. Like my whole first year before getting dumped on the Dursleys."

"I knew Petunia was less than - - " she began.

Staggered again, but now accusation in his tone "You know them? You have something to do with sticking me there?"

"Not the way to talk to a professor, Potter." Percy chastised the First-Year, and physically distancing himself.

Harry ignored him "All I got until Hagrid was Mum's a loser who married a drunk. Oh, and they died in a car wreck. Drunk Dad of course. Ten years of that thanks to you!"

"Silence Mr. Weasley." She was looking at Percy, then to Harry "Your accusation has some validity, Mr. Potter. And, honestly, I do not know if a full telling of what happened changes your view for the better, or worse. You shall have that story. Regardless, this is a personal matter, not to effect the pupil-professor relationship. I know a name that may provide useful information. I will send out an owl. Now, off to class, the three of you." Minerva only allowed her expression to change, infinitesimally, after the boys were well out of sight.