[The last time he'd seen Peter Pettigrew was at an Order meeting. It was nearing the end of summer. Half the Order was out on missions, and Sirius had said something to Peter--something stupid and ill-thought out, he couldn't remember exactly what, but Peter had laughed anyways, the way that he always laughed, and then the meeting had ended and they'd all gone separate ways.
Seeing him now is a little like being punched in the chest. It's the same Peter from that Order meeting, who is the same Peter who'd sat next to Sirius in the Great Hall in first year and then had quickly stood up and switched sides to sit next to James instead. The same Peter who had helped Sirius drag a bag full of dungbombs down into the dungeons in third year, who had stood watch in fourth year when Sirius and James were rigging up the Sticky Corridor prank--and then there was the Marauders Map, and all those full moon nights, Peter darting ahead of them, transforming first so he could get the knot on the Willow and lead the way in to the Shrieking Shack--
And by all accounts, the same Peter Pettigrew that sells out James and Lily. Peter Pettigrew, who betrays them all, who passes information to Voldemort and gets James killed. Since finding out about the future, Sirius has done his best to think as little as possible about it, but here, with Peter in front of him, he can think of nothing else. His stupid face and his nervous smile. How long has he been passing information to Voldemort? When he can't sleep, that's one of the questions that plagues Sirius. A year? Half a year? At that Order meeting, when he'd jabbed his elbow into Peter's side and muttered his stupid joke--had he gone home from that and rang up Voldemort to whisper a few more secrets to him?
Merlin. Sirius goes on staring at Peter's message for a very long time, his fingers tight on his device, his knuckles so white they look like candlewax. And then, all at once, almost savagely, he flips into a reply.]
Where are you.
[More furious than friendly. Peter's seen him like this. They're friends, they go way back. He'll remember first year Sirius, brittle and sneering and smiling only a little. He'll remember his temper. He'll know, what this glare means, and if he's a traitor now, if he's been selling his secrets, then he'll have to work it out: Sirius knows.]
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Seeing him now is a little like being punched in the chest. It's the same Peter from that Order meeting, who is the same Peter who'd sat next to Sirius in the Great Hall in first year and then had quickly stood up and switched sides to sit next to James instead. The same Peter who had helped Sirius drag a bag full of dungbombs down into the dungeons in third year, who had stood watch in fourth year when Sirius and James were rigging up the Sticky Corridor prank--and then there was the Marauders Map, and all those full moon nights, Peter darting ahead of them, transforming first so he could get the knot on the Willow and lead the way in to the Shrieking Shack--
And by all accounts, the same Peter Pettigrew that sells out James and Lily. Peter Pettigrew, who betrays them all, who passes information to Voldemort and gets James killed. Since finding out about the future, Sirius has done his best to think as little as possible about it, but here, with Peter in front of him, he can think of nothing else. His stupid face and his nervous smile. How long has he been passing information to Voldemort? When he can't sleep, that's one of the questions that plagues Sirius. A year? Half a year? At that Order meeting, when he'd jabbed his elbow into Peter's side and muttered his stupid joke--had he gone home from that and rang up Voldemort to whisper a few more secrets to him?
Merlin. Sirius goes on staring at Peter's message for a very long time, his fingers tight on his device, his knuckles so white they look like candlewax. And then, all at once, almost savagely, he flips into a reply.]
Where are you.
[More furious than friendly. Peter's seen him like this. They're friends, they go way back. He'll remember first year Sirius, brittle and sneering and smiling only a little. He'll remember his temper. He'll know, what this glare means, and if he's a traitor now, if he's been selling his secrets, then he'll have to work it out: Sirius knows.]