Author's Note:
QLFC Season 11 Round 1
Team: Wigtown Wanderers
Position: Chaser 2
Word Count: 1166(excluding the A/N)
Prompt: Chrysocolla- Turquoise: Write about control
Optional Prompts: Cursing someone, happiness, wand
WARNING: Shouting, injuries
Inspired by 'The Great Wizarding War' an unofficial fan made Harry Potter film.
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Peter Pettigrew stood with his friends, Prongs, Padfoot and Moony.
"One for all and —" James and Sirius began, but suddenly, there was a huge explosion.
Numerous unknown curses and hexes were flying around the sky. Though they weren't directed to him specifically, any spells that were aimed badly would hit him for the millionth time.
He wished he had the courage to fight like his friends and the rest of the Order members, but he was...spineless. Peter had no idea why the hat had put him in Gryffindor if he couldn't even control his magic properly. 1162
Another fleshy explosion could be heard.
Peter's eyes widened in a mix of shock and fear. "OH MY GOD!"
Remus stood in front of them. "Stay behind me!"
"Keep up supporting fire!" Sirius yelled.
Peter's eyes widened even more, and his wand hand trembled. "That man just exploded!"
"They're getting closer!" Lily exclaimed, volumes of warnings in her sentence.
"Moody needs time to find Snape! Keep it up!" James ordered.
"AAAGH! My leg!" Moody roared in the distance.
Peter could tell Bellatrix had used a cutting curse on him. He would probably get another fake limb, much to their displeasure.
"That's Alastor!" Alice remarked.
"We have to get him!" her husband ordered, "James! Lily! Cover fire! CAREFUL, ALICE!"
Bellatrix's insane, maniacal laughter echoed as she broke through the line. James growled in pain, and Lily worriedly called out his name before being cursed by Alecto. Colorful spells flew everywhere, creating an illusion of fireworks in the sky.
Everyone was dueling and attacking…except him. Suddenly, Sirius and Remus rushed to aid James and Lily, who were also injured. They left him alone in the area. With both Sirius and Remus distracted by the pair, several hexes hit Peter's chest.
"AH! Somebody help me!"
"You two get out! I'll cover you!" Frank demanded.
James groaned as he took Lily's hand, and a faint pop was heard. They had left.
"Fall back!" Frank called, "We're being overrun!"
A pain erupted in Peter's chest and he couldn't get up from his strange position. His wand was meters away. "Please, please someone HELP US!"
"We can keep at it!" Sirius shouted over the sound of screams, laughter, and sparks.
"We lost Alastor! FALL BACK!"
The twisting magic that was only a faint sound dramatically intensified. Suddenly, everything turned pitch black...
Peter, somehow, was now able to stand up, but his legs were wobbly.
"R-Remus?" Peter croaked fearfully, "Si-Sirius?"
He lost control over his body due to the state of his legs and the darkness that made him blind and fell to the ground, his leg breaking.
"I SMELL FEAR!" An eerie voice that brought an unknown cold declared.
He heard his leg snap back together, and he stood up, his entire body trembling. Peter heard a hell-like sound of fire, and now he was able to see that the voice was coming from behind.
"I see your heart, Peter Pettigrew." The person said, approaching.
Peter shook in the deepest of fears. This person saw...his h-h-eart?
"And it is MINE," the male voice continued, "You find comfort in your friends?"
He did, but in panic and fear, he didn't tilt his head in the affirmative or reply.
"Yet you truly know why."
B-Because...of what?
"You find comfort in their power." He said, the fire rising and hissing as his voice grew louder and more terrifying.
In their power? That...was far from true. It had to be...
But then why did he join them? It couldn't be...
"Do not defy me. We both know you love power." the once calm, creepy voice turned into a dangerous one. He could feel red eyes look at him, one that belonged to...
...You-know-who.
"Power stems from control. Control is your only friend."
Peter shook and tears flowed from his eyes.
"Let me show you CONTROL."
Peter heard echoes in his head...
Imperio.
"Stand up...you will not be harmed." the same voice, now not an enemy, ordered soothingly in control of his no longer shaking body.
He found his wand back in his hand, and all the pain he felt vanished in seconds.
Remus' muffled voice suddenly spoke. "Peter, what are you doing?"
"Peter, get down!" Sirius said.
"You must be brave...you must have control." the guidance in his mind assured.
"I must be brave...I must have control." Peter copied.
"Move forward," the voice commanded.
"I can't...I can't cover him!" Frank said loudly.
Sirius and Remus called his name, but he didn't know what they said.
Stupefy.
"Stupefy!" Peter yelled, immediately feeling control over his magic as he pointed his wand and aimed his hex perfectly.
Protego.
"Protego!" Peter said clearly.
Expulso.
"EXPULSO!" Peter yelled.
Bombarda! Rictumsempra! Reducto!
Peter did every single spell he was told, and sparks of turquoise hue erupted from his wand on a curse he didn't know.
"Someone put that lump of a boy DOWN!" A Deatheater roared as Peter cursed him and the Carrow twins.
"Fall back!" Bellatrix yelled, and the Deatheaters reluctantly followed her lead.
The Deatheaters disapparated quickly, loud pops and holes in the ground being everything they left behind. Peter fell to the ground, panting heavily, not a single mark etching his face or his body.
"Alright...time to rip a few—" Alice began after reapparating to the field, but Frank informed her that the Deatheaters were gone.
"Peter, are you alright?" Sirius asked as he ran to him, Remus right behind him.
"Yeah, I...I...just felt I could do more!" Peter exclaimed happily, glad he had done something by himself, forgetting all about the controlling voice he had heard.
"That was...that was brilliant!" Remus said, complimenting him.
"You saved us! I, but...why did you never show that kind of control before?! What turquoise curse is that?!" Sirius asked.
"I don't know, but...I'm glad I did!"
"Bloody brilliant." Remus said, as Sirius and other Order members who had come chimed in agreement.
The next day, Lily and James came back healed and back together. James had stolen a chrysocolla stone necessary for the potion Snape was brewing. It was as greasy as Snivellus.
They also congratulated Peter for his amazing skills! How he had done it, he didn't even bloody know, but at least he was being seen as more than just a rat!
They were all scarred by their failure to get whatever poisoned thing Snape was brewing, but they celebrated their miraculous win! Peter, after his entire life, felt in the limelight, and now he could comprehend why James loved it so.
"I will be with you again." A voice in his head whispered, and he spent the entire night dwelling on the familiarity of the cold eeriness he felt as he heard the whispered sentence.
Peter felt like he was controless most of his life. During that moment in the fight, it was almost like he wasn't the one in control. But if he wasn't...then who was?