Peter watched as Heather hurried off with Sirius floating high in the air, a frantic look of concern on her face as blood trickled down Sirius’ side. Leaning against the wall he sighed. What a disgusting girl. In no way did she deserve his friend. Sure, she was a pure-blood, but she was a fake. She obviously didn’t accept the fact that she was a Malfoy. Sirius also was having some troubles accepting, but Peter was sure he might be able to convince him, or at least that’s what he thought until this girl showed up. She was ruining everything! How was he supposed to show Sirius the error of his ways if he was busy panting over that girl! Pursing his lips in fury, he folded his arms. He was going to need help. He had to break them up.
He heard the distant pounding of hooves on soft ground. As though a drum-roll, awaiting his own decision. He watched the glistening white stag hurrying after Remus. He should go with them. That’s what he was supposed to do. That’s what a true friend would do. But how could he pretend to be happy and care-free with the strong surge of anger he was feeling? He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide it for much longer. He balled his hands into fat fists. He would make up some excuse for not helping James. They would believe him. Nobody ever thought stupid, fat little Pettigrew was capable of thinking for himself anyways.
Walking slowly, he let the cool night air blow though his rather scraggily, sand colored hair. His beady eyes looked around, taking in the beautiful scenery surrounding him. Hogwarts was a different place at night. A place he had gotten to know very well lately. Almost every night he would sneak out onto the grounds, escaping the constant feeling of being less than his perfect friends. He was the runt, and wasn’t quite sure why he had been accepted into the Marauders in the first place. He supposed James had always felt a little sorry for him. Remus and Sirius followed whatever James did, and so he was accepted. But no matter how many times he said he was a Marauder, he never felt like one.
James was athletic, wonderful at Quidditch, handsome, funny, and had the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts, Lily Evans.
Remus was cool and collected, responsible, smart, and had his own sense of humor. It was the kind you wouldn’t understand unless you were paying close attention.
Sirius black was a god among the girls. He was ruggedly handsome, charming, intelligent, and had the devil-may-care attitude that the girls adored. All he’d had to do was smile and he had already had a “Sirius Black” fan club following him around in the first year.
Then there was Peter. That fat little boy that followed them around. That clumsy idiot that copied off his friend’s homework. He has the beady eyes, is far from attractive, and if you’re looking for charm, you’ve got the wrong kid. No girls worshiped him. There was no “Peter Pettigrew” fan club. He was not any good at Quidditch. He wasn’t funny, he wasn’t cool, or responsible, or any of those things his friends held with ease. He was the misfit. He was that other Marauder. He was Peter Pettigrew, and he hated it.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he walked up the steps leading to the castle. Opening the doors quietly, he poked his head inside the darkened room. Nobody was to be found, so he slipped inside and closed the doors. His footsteps reverberated throughout the empty room, bouncing back to him angrily, as if telling him off for being up so late at night.
He pulled out his wand and muttered, “Lumos,” before sighing deeply. He walked slowly, deciding to head back to the Gryffindor Common Room. He shuffled his feet, staring at the floor, thinking hard, his mind back on Heather Malfoy. He was about to turn the corner when he heard an odd noise. He stopped, looking up. It sounded as if somebody had a very bad cold. He looked around, and saw that in his frustration, he had completely missed the girl that was huddled in a corner, crying against her hands. He squinted, raising his wand light so that it bounced off the girl. It was Alex! His heart thudded in his chest. He had had a crush on this girl ever since fourth year. So often had he wanted to ask her out, but he knew that, just like every other girl, she would reject him. Now, however, things were different.
He tried not to smile at the state she was in. She seemed to be quite upset. Perfect.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” he whispered urgently, kneeling down beside her. She looked up at him, her face blotchy and red. He saw them, and his heart fell a little bit. Was he really going to use her like this? She let out another bout of sobs, and Peter couldn’t resist putting his arm around her. “It’s alright, you can tell me!” he comforted.
“My...my...” she began, sniffling loudly. “My parents are...d-dead!” she said with a final sob. Peter stared in shock.
“How?” he asked in astonishment.
“I honestly don’t know! Death Eaters I suppose...but you know what I really think?” she said, her eyes narrowing in hatred.
“What is it?” he asked soothingly, surprising even himself.
“I think Heather sent the Death Eaters to kill my parents! She figured out they were going to patrol, and told He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!” she said dramatically. Peter stared at her, very confused. He didn’t really care what she thought about it though, what he really cared about was the fact that she obviously didn’t like Heather either. He grinned. This was working better than he had thought.
“I can believe it of her,” Peter said sadly. “The girl is a monster.”
“That she is!” Alex said in indignation. Peter nodded, clapping her on the shoulder.
“She should be punished!” he said angrily.
“Yeah! For what she did to my parents!” she said tearily.
“No one should get away with such a crime,” Peter said, standing up and pulling her up with him. Alex nodded vigorously.
“ Thanks, Peter. You’re a great friend,” she said, looking up at him. Peter’s heart did a back flip.
“I try...” he whispered. He cleared his throat.
“What do you reckon we do about Heather? I mean, she could kill others as well! Your friend James’ parents are Aurors too. She could find out about them from James, and he would unsuspectingly tell her stuff that she could repeat to You-Know-Who!”
“Exactly. We should warn people. I think I know somebody who could help us. She won’t feel threatened by us, Alex. We need to ally ourselves with somebody she really fears.”
“Yes...” Alex whispered, wiping tears from her face now, a face filled with determination. Then she smiled. “But the only person I can think of is her cousin. Lucius. She hates him, he terrifies her!” Peter smiled.
“Do you know the way to the Slytherin Common Room?” he asked. She nodded.
“But he is just as bad as she! He is a Malfoy too!” Alex yelled angrily.
“But he wasn’t the one that got the information about your parents from you,” Peter explained. Alex looked away, seemingly confused.
“And what about the password?” she said, giving in. He nodded.
“I’m sure the Slytherin Prefects are still wandering around, making sure children like us aren’t wandering around.”
“Let’s go find one,” she said, and they took off, wandering the halls. Twice they had to hide from the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Prefects. But soon they found who they were looking for.
“Snape!” Peter whispered. Snape jumped and turned his wand on Alex and Peter.
“Oh, it’s you. What do you want, Pettigrew,” he said dully. Peter smiled.
“Nice to see you too. I need to talk to Lucius,” he said. Snape raised an eyebrow.
“So I need the password,” Peter said annoyed. Snape narrowed his eyes. “Come one, Snape. Just one more time.”
“Pettigrew, I’ve let you into the Slytherin Common Room too many times to count, but I don’t think I should let you take her in there,” Snape said. Alex glared, and Snape sneered back. She was also surprised. Peter went into the Slytherin’s Common Room? Why? He’s a Marauder!
“She’s of pure blood,” Peter argued.
“Her parents were Aurors,” Snape countered, both annoying Alex. They were talking as if she wasn’t even there.
“And they’re dead,” Alex said firmly. Snape stopped, focusing his attention on her. “A Gryffindor betrayed me, and I want revenge.”
“Well, now. Revenge is something I can deal with,” Snape said, with satisfaction. Alex nodded. “The password is ‘Serpensortia.’”
“Much obliged,” Peter said with a grin, and he and Alex hurried away.
Many minutes later, Peter and Alex were standing outside the gargoyle that guarded the Slytherin Common Room.
“Serpensortia,” Alex muttered a little nervously, and the statue gave a curt nod, moving aside. Peter looked bored as the gargoyle moved, but Alex stared in shock, having never been this far under Hogwarts. Peter grabbed her hand, leading her inside. There was a collective silence when they entered. Alex almost gasped out loud as she entered. Everything was a dark, depressing green color. Serpents were carved into the wooden floorboards. Pictures of dark, evil looking wizards covered the walls, and each seemed to be glaring at them. Peter nodded as everybody stared. A few people nodded back, but his eyes were now focused only on Lucius Malfoy, who was lounging on a couch. His view of him was somewhat blocked, however, by a scantily dressed girl. She was straddling him, and had her mouth buried in the side of his neck, her entire body pressing against his. Lucius looked rather bored. The girl began to move downwards, her fingers starting to unbutton his shirt.
“Hello, Narcissa,” Peter said. “Lucius.”
“Go back to your business!” Lucius barked at the eagerly listening Slytherins. Many jumped and looked away darkly, continuing their previous conversations. Some, like Lucius, went back to snogging heartily. “What brings you here, Peter.”
“I need your help,” Peter said, pulling up a chair. Alex went to stand beside him nervously. Looking around. Never in her life had she been in the Slytherin Common Room. Now that she had, she realized that it looked more like a bar room than anything.
“You need my help? What fo- Damnit, woman! Can you give me a break?!” he yelled, getting annoyed with Narcissa’s constant nuzzling. He shoved her roughly onto the floor. Narcissa rolled her heavily lined eyes and stood up, adjusting her short skirt. She walked over to a table, picked up a wand, a conjured a bottle of dark red liquid. Peter recognized it as Fire-Whiskey.
“We need you to help break up Sirius Black and your cousin,” Alex said. Lucius looked at her as if she was the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen.
“And why should I help you?” he asked.
“Because you know you don’t want Heather to be with Sirius,” Peter said. Lucius opened his mouth to argue, but realize that it was the truth.
“We were thinking you could help us. She needs to be punished for what she did to my parents,” Alex explained.
“We could kill her,” Peter suggested.
“That hardly helps me. She needs to live. I need her to join the Death Eaters...”
“NO!” Alex yelled, and everybody turned to stare at her.
“I beg your pardon?” Lucius said dangerously.
“Look, I know they are the ones that killed your parents, but it’s the only way to punish the girl,” Peter said softly. Alex just stared, too upset to do anything. What had she gotten herself into?
“She doesn’t want to be Death Eater, that will be punishment enough for you, and reward enough for me,” Lucius said.
“Fine, so we just tell her she joins or we’ll kill her,” Peter said. “But we won’t actually kill her.”
“You idiot. She has already made it clear that she will die before joining the Dark Lord,” Lucius said.
“But she...” Alex said, wanting him to know of Heather’s connection with You-Know-Who. Lucius didn’t want to hear any of it.
“She cares only for Sirius Black. We will threaten his life. Not hers,” Lucius said. Alex narrowed her eyes. This man didn’t seem to realize that Heather already was working for You-Know-Who...unless...maybe she wasn’t. Maybe she was somehow telling the truth? If so, that meant that she, Alex, shouldn’t be standing in the Slytherin Common Room right now plotting Heather's downfall with one of her own worst enemies. She had just made a serious mistake.
A/N: Alrighty, in this chapter, we obviously get to see a bit more of Peter and Alex. I really enjoyed writing this, and sinking my teeth into the complexity of Peter Pettigrew. He obviously has a lot of problems in the futur, and his morals are a bit...scrambled, but I always thought it interesting to see exactly why, and maybe go into detail on how he's feeling, as he is one of the most interesting characters in the books. Alex, honestly, is completely different than what I had origanally planned. She was supposed to be a simple device, a friend for Heather, somebody to explain things to Heather. Much like Ron is to Harry in the beginning. But after awhile, she decided to take matters into her own hands, and took her character much farther than I had thought at first. As this sotry prgresses, she slowly turns into a character, and not just a one demensional Hogwarts friend. This chapter is the beginning of her trying to find her own emotions...or me trying to find them, because though I know where her character will be in the end, I am not sure just how she'll get there...Alright, enough rambling. REVIEW!
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