"Weasley! Is working silently beyond your capabilities?" Snape scolded. "Move your things up here to this corner and perhaps you will be able to stay focused on your task."
"But Hedwig was gonna eat Scabbers," Ron whined in protest.
"Would you prefer to work in the corner or stand in it?" Snape asked him, too low for the other children to hear, and Ron instantly stopped arguing, aghast at the idea of having to stand in the corner - in front of the entire class no less!
"Yes, Uncle Sev," he whispered hastily, scurrying to move his supplies to his new table and therefore missing the look of horror that crossed Snape's face at the newly awarded title.
Dumbledore and the others fidgeted behind the wards, watching the children with varying degrees of polite interest. Finally, the potions were completed and the students waited expectantly by their desks.
"Potter," Snape called. "Bring that owl up here along with your potion."
"Her name's Hedwig," Harry reminded him reproachfully, placing her perch on his professor's desk and setting the vial down beside it.
Snape scowled at him. "Quiet, Potter. Take one drop of the potion and place it on your owl's head, then drink the rest yourself."
Harry obeyed, and a moment later, an intense gold beam coalesced between the two. The class oohed and aahed in admiration. "This represents a very strong bond," Snape lectured. "Both the color of the light and the width of the beam are measures of strength. Take your seat, Potter. Zabini, get up here with that creature."
Blaise, then Millicent, then Dean all went with varying results. In all cases, though, the familiar merely sat there and hooted or meowed or ribbited, looking wholly unimpressed by all the excitement.
"Longbottom!"
Neville glanced nervously from Hermione's pale blue potion to his own deep gray sludge. "Erm, P-Professor, I th-think I'd better not."
Snape cast a contemptuous glance at the potion. "I suspect you're making a wise choice, Longbottom," he snapped. "Zero for the day!"
Neville drooped miserably and hugged a placid Trevor, while Snape scanned the room. "Weasley! Bring your rat!"
"Yessir." Ron obeyed, depositing Scabbers on the front desk and fumbling for his potion.
The boy was never quite sure what happened next. One moment he was pulling the potion vial from his robe, while Professor Snape waited impatiently on the other side of his desk, and the next minute there was a bright flash of light and suddenly a fat little man sat, blinking stupidly, where Scabbers had just been. "Oi! Where's my rat?" Ron demanded, then Harry grabbed him by the back of his robe and jerked him away from the desk.
The invisibility ward shimmered and fell as Dumbledore and the others erupted out of the corner. "Peter?" Dumbledore gasped in astonishment.
Pettigrew threw a hunted look over his shoulder, then lashed out at Snape, heading for the door.
Bones had no idea what was going on, but she knew that a middle aged man masquerading as a little boy's familiar was not a good thing. The things some sick bastards do, she sighed to herself even as she leveled her wand and yelled, "Take him!"
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Pettigrew snarled and knocked over a table, blocking their way, and continued in his rush to the exit. Just before he got there, a form appeared in front of the door, nearly seeming to materialize out of thin air. "Hello, Severus. I just came by for my potion," Remus smiled, then gasped as he found himself face to face with his childhood friend.
"Peter Pettigrew!" Remus shouted, his expression shocked.
"WHAT?" The Aurors momentarily froze in astonishment, even as Peter gasped, "Remus?"
Amelia Bones took the mutual recognition as an admission of guilt, and her voice rang out, "Peter Pettigrew! I arrest you for the murder of тАУ"
Pettigrew looked desperately from side to side but the Aurors were fast approaching from behind and Remus was between him and the door. An instant later, a rat darted into a narrow crack in the wall.
"Get him!" Bones shouted, knowing that it was hopeless, but then the rat was scrambling out of the wall even faster than it had gone in, pursued by a hissing, snapping snake.
The children screeched and jumped on their desks as more snakes boiled out of other cracks in the walls and floor, all seemingly intent on catching the terrified, fleeing rat.
Pettigrew was quickly cornered by the serpents and, in imminent danger of being eaten, he shifted back into his human form. "Wait, wait!" he begged, flinging out his arms. "I didn't mean it!"
"Peter, how could you?" Remus demanded, his wand out and pointed at the smaller man.
"Remus, my friend, please!" Pettigrew wept. "Have mercy! Surely you of all people understand! I was forced to do it! I had no choice! He would have killed me!"
"Then you should have died before betraying them!" Remus spat. "I would have!"
"Oh, noble Remus," Peter snarled back, dropping his groveling pose, "always showing how good and human you are! Always despising anyone who wasn't as smart or strong or handsome as you and the other Marauders! What did you expect me to do? Do you think I didn't know that I was only kept for comic relief? Do you think I didn't know you all secretly despised me?"
"What are you talking about?" Remus demanded. "We trusted you! James and Lily trusted you with their secret! With their lives! With Harry's life!"
"Only because they were convinced that I was such a pathetic creature no one else would ever imagine that they'd be stupid enough to make me the Secret Keeper! It was an insult, not an honor! Do you think I was too stupid to understand that? But the Dark Lord saw my talent! He praised my intelligence and cunning! He honored me for what I am! He respected me!"
"He used you, you deluded fool," Snape drawled coldly. "As he uses everyone. He respects no one but himself, least of all a useless cowering little rodent who would sell out his best friends for an insincere compliment and then spend ten years in hiding as a child's familiar."
Ron's face worked furiously as he figured it out. "Scabbers!" he shouted angrily. "You bad rat! I'm gonna tell Percy on you!"
"It's over, Pettigrew," Moody growled, relieved to note that the snakes had withdrawn as mysteriously as they had appeared. "Give yourself up. There's nowhere to go."
"No!" Peter shouted. His eyes scanned the room frantically, then fell upon Harry's wide eyed form. "Harry!" He lunged for the boy, knowing that with him as a hostage, he would be safe from the others. "Come here!"
Harry squeaked and tried to get away, but Pettigrew was shoving his way through the student desks with unexpected speed, driven by utter desperation. The adults cursed and fought to follow him, still trying to avoid using spells in a room full of screaming children, unstable potion ingredients, and dangerous snakes.
Hedwig flew at the man, striking at his eyes with her talons, while Neville grabbed Harry and struggled to pull him away, much as Harry had earlier dragged Ron to safety. Peter flung up his arms, driving the owl away, just as Neville's elbow struck his cauldron, tipping it over and sending the sludge-like contents towards the short wizard.