_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ It was practically written in the stars, illuminated by the light of the moon. Both Y/N Sterling and Harry Potter felt like it was a never-ending pining. It was a fleeting feeling, seeing the other smile at them across the room. The...
"R- Remus," Pettigrew stuttered out. "S-S-Sirius! My friends...my old friends!"
Black raised his wand arm, but Remus grabbed his wrist and gave him a warning look. Grumbling, Black backed off.
"The old friends you betrayed?" Y/N snapped. She didn't know if it was true yet...but...she loved taunting people.
Pettigrew widened his eyes, then Remus turned to him with a cheery smile.
"We were just having a little chat, Peter! About the night Lily and James died. You might have missed some of the finer points, while squealing around in Ron's hands," he said brightly.
"Remus!" Pettigrew gasped (annoyingly, in Y/N's opinion.) Y/N could see beads of sweat forming on his face. "You don't believe him...do you? He tried to kill me, Remus!"
"So we've heard," Remus said coldly. "We've come to clear up some matters with you-"
"He's come to kill me again!" Pettigrew wailed, pointing at Black.
Y/N noticed that he was using his middle finger, because his index finger was missing.
"He's come to kill me like he killed Lily and James-"
"Keep their names out of your filthy, mousey mouth," Black snarled.
Pettigrew, although looking terrified, repeated, "I knew he'd escape Azkaban to kill me!"
Y/N furrowed her brows. "You thought he'd escape Azkaban...when nobody has ever done it before?" she asked condescendingly.
With a nod, Pettigrew said, voice shaky, "He's got dark magic we can only dream of! The Dark Lord must have taught him-"
Black let out a mirthless laugh. "Voldemort? Teach me tricks?"
Pettigrew flinched as though Black had cracked a whip at him. "What, Peter?" Remus asked. "Scared of your old master's name?"
"Don't blame him," Black added with fake sympathy. "His lot aren't too happy with you - you leading him to the Potters...the cause of his demise."
"I had no reason to hide...from anyone! It was for self defense," Pettigrew defended. Y/N thought that what he said was pretty contradictory.
"Mister...er...Pettigrew?" Hermione said. Y/N tried to shush her, but she went on. "If you weren't scared of...You-Know-Who's followers because you led You-Know-Who to his death, why hide as a rat for twelve years if you were innocent?"
