Peter Pettigrew

OOC: Christmas at the Potters

James/Peter lunch - Alecto pays visit.

jamespotterstag:

alecto-c:

Even with fear coursing through her very being, Alecto kept her jackal’s grin on her features. How kind it was, of Potter, to allow her the little mental games with Pettigrew. She was only a year behind the both of them, back when they were all at Hogwarts, and had found the so called “Marauders” to be arrogant beyond belief. On top of that, they were bloodtraitors and scum- the lot of them. Each deserved their own grisly death, though Alecto hardly cared to kill first. Oh no. It was her preference to play with her food. The thought of Potter and Pettigrew’s blood, swirling in delicate designs across their skin brought a horrific grin to her face, as she inched even closer to her wand.

“Quit distracting him, Potter. Peter here is obviously going through quite the mental struggle … though if he goes on from much longer, I’ll die of boredom.” She pushed a few errant strands of hair from her face, eyes never leaving Pettigrew’s own. He wasn’t going to do it. The bloody coward couldn’t even perform a simple Cruciatus Curse, or Killing Curse. What the hell sort of people was the Order recruiting? Cowards? It was somewhat surprising, however, when a jet of red light went at her. It wasn’t anywhere near as strong as some of the spells she had been hit with in the past, but strong enough to send her to her knees, dropping roughly to the ground as everything around her went black. She could taste the iron tang of blood in one of her cheeks, before losing consciousness for a few long seconds.

James stood with his wand still pointed toward Carrow as he watched her slowly fall to the floor lifelessly. Peter had chosen to only stun her thankfully he though wiping the hint of surprise from his face. As he briefly let his eyes flicker around the pub to take in the mess their impromptu duel had caused, he wondered how a simple lunch could turn into such a catastrophe. Turning questionably to Peter, he slowly lowered his wand. ”Are you sure, mate? I know you can handle it from here.. no question. I’m just worried may show up.” He noted Peter’s voice had a slight eye to it, but somehow James couldn’t bring himself to reassure Peter at the moment. It’s not your fault mate. I would have suggested this pub to if I were in your shoes. Instead, “Come by the cottage if you ever want to talk, or send a patronous if you need me. Thanks for having my back Wormy.” He reverted to their childhood nickname in an attempt to soothe his mate’s mind. Shoving his wand in his pocket hastily, he gave Peter one last nod before disapparating a few miles away from the cottage. 

Peter gave James a nod, it was the only thing he was capable of at the moment, before he disapparated leaving him alone with the unconscious Alecto. The pub was quiet for the moment and in the silence the voice that usually resorted to quiet name calling seemed far louder than before.

“Coward”, it said, making Peter wince at the vicious tone. “Weak. You could have ended it all and what did you do? Useless fuck up, that’s all you are.”

“Stop it,” Peter spoke aloud.

“Stop it,” the voice mocked him. “Do you know how pathetic you sound? You could have been a hero, you know that. Saved old Prongsy from the evil clutches of a Death Eater - dispatched one of the evil doers. They all would have seen you but you had to go and ruin it all.”

“
Shut up,” Peter begged, unable to stop the thoughts that just kept coming, crashing him like a wave.

“Poncey Wormy, you couldn’t even stand up to that little girl. That’s it, turn around and let the Ministry handle it - That’s what you’re good at. Letting others make your decisions for you.”

“
I said shut up!” he hissed at no one even as the voice dissolved into laughter. Peter was tired of being mocked by everyone. This was the last time, he wasn’t going to let that happen again.

He stomped over to Alecto and held his wand to her throat, tempted to give in but he had a better idea. “Ennervate,” he hissed, glaring at the woman as he prompted her awake.

“Don’t speak,” he snapped at her. “Think of this are your lucky day. I saved your sorry arse from the damned Ministry. Don’t thank me. Just know that if I ever see your face again I won’t hesitate to kill you. Take your wand and go.”

He didn’t wait for the girl to respond. He apparated quickly away, deciding to drown the voice in alcohol and forget that the entire afternoon ever happened.

4 months ago - 27

Peter Pettigrew: Another Lonely Pub | @ Remus

remuslupinootp:

themaraudingpiedpiper:

Peter heard the soft tone in Remus’ voice and mentally wanted to kick himself. Of course he should know better than to complain about his job to Remus. He remembered the discussions they used to have their seventh year, ones where they had tried to get Moony to forget that after Hogwarts would be difficult for him, that every position the NEWT exams tested for were barred from him simply because of what he was. Peter should have known better but he’d gone and opened his mouth anyway. “It… it isn’t all that bad, I mean,” he stammered, his cheeks coloring in embarrassment. “I guess it’s an ok position. I just have a hard time of it sometimes, that’s all.” He looked down at the table, tracing the designs in the wood grain as he tried to think of something to say. Thankfully, Remus had come to his rescue and he glanced up, a smile easily coming to his face then. “I wouldn’t miss it, or at least, try not too. I haven’t seen Lily or little Harry since … well, for some time now. And you? Are you going to be there?”

That smile was heartening. It always had been in a way, just as James’ sense of leadership was encouraging and Sirius’ unwavering drive towards mischief was inspiring. It may not be easy to be in Sirius’ presence these days, what with everything that had been going on, nor was it easy to be around James who felt the need to confront an issue head on. But with Pete it was easy just to sit back with a beer and forget that Death was on their doorstep just waiting for them to peek their noses out. Remus nodded, a grin making its way onto his lips. “Of course I’ll be there,” he said enthusiastically. In truth, he was a little surprised to have been invited. It showed that the Marauders weren’t as threatened as he had sometimes presumed; in the end of the day, they were still like family. When the holidays were approaching, they still looked out for you. Remus stole another sip of his pint before he continued. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he asked quietly. “Since we all got together like old times.” That included Lily. She was practically a Marauder herself, only one small step from being christened with a nickname of her very own, he was certain. In truth, Remus couldn’t recall the last time they’d all met up outside of Order meetings. 

“It’s going to be brilliant,” Peter gushed, happy to have something to focus on other than the lingering doubts and worries that seemed to surround him as of late. Thinking about spending time with James, Sirius and Remus made him feel as though he was back at Hogwarts. He didn’t even mind that Lily was going to be there. Everything was going to be just as it was and for the first time since they had left Hogwarts Peter had the sense that the real Marauders would make an appearance.

“I wonder if they will need me to bring anything,” Peter mused. “Besides gifts, of course. Do you suppose I should bring something for Harry? What do you think he would like?”

4 months ago - 8

Peter Pettigrew: Another Lonely Pub | @ Remus

remuslupinootp:

themaraudingpiedpiper:

“Oh, alright, I suppose,” Peter said, uncertain of what he should say. It wasn’t as though his dislike of his job was any sort of secret he just didn’t want Remus to think that he was ungrateful for his position. Of course, he’d said as much to Fabian Prewett when he had asked so why was he skirting away from the truth with Moony, one of his oldest friends? It didn’t make sense and he chastised himself once more for feeling so awkward around Remus when it was unwarranted.

“It’s bloody dull,” he said after another drink and he sighed comically, seeing the hopeful look on Remus’ face. “I don’t think there is another wizard alive who is as dull as Head of Department Dicky Stone. Every day feels as though I’m staring down another tedious exam where nothing I ever do is good enough for him. Some days I’d rather dash it all and stay in bed, though I’m sure everyone says that about their jobs.”

Peter smiled at Remus, hoping that his mate understood the jest in it all. He was attempting to make Remus feel better by using his main ploy of self-deprecating humor. Peter could always make them laugh by exaggerating how horrible he was in school, even if most of the time it was not a large exaggeration. “Still, a wage is a wage. At least it allows me to come to the pub every now and again and have a pint or two.”

Remus let his lips curl into a small smile, though truthfully he had never been fond of Peter’s self-deprecating humour. Sirius and James might have had a good laugh at Peter’s expense, even Remus himself from time to time, such was merely boys code, Marauders code. But they never meant anything by it. Admittedly, it was Peter who was more commonly the butt of inside jokes, but that wasn’t to say that the Marauders thought any less of him. At least Remus didn’t think any less of him, and he’d never found anything particularly amusing about the fact that he didn’t always keep up with himself, James or Sirius. They were hard to keep up with after all; Remus knew that from first-hand experience.  He’d fought to keep his friends, all three of them, and it hadn’t always been easy. Although Remus was careful not to underestimate his friend, what Remus had failed to realise was just how much more there was to Peter. One day, it might just cost him.

Remus gave an understanding nod. That much was true. Any wage was better than no wage entirely. “Yeah.. But it’s a job, isn’t it,” Remus said, voicing his agreement. Remus couldn’t exactly empathise, given how he would have jumped on any opportunity to work somewhere stable like the Ministry of Magic. He felt a sting of jealousy in his chest, but reprimanded himself for it immediately, suppressing it before it could surface upon his features. It was hardly an admirable quality. There was no place for his bitterness beside friends, regardless. Remus felt it would have only been natural had he held a certain grudge against the Ministry for not hiring werewolves, not that he’d have gotten a job anyway. But as it so happened, he didn’t. He merely envied Peter for having some sense of routine to his life, something which Remus so very severely lacked. Remus took another swig of his drink before turning his attention to the tabletop, absent-mindedly running a finger along a groove in the worn wood. It was occurring to him just how distant he’d grown not merely from Sirius, but Peter too. Although they’d never shared long, in depth conversations, it hadn’t been like this either. Remus searched for the appropriate words, something casual yet at the same time enough to recall days when there hadn’t been any awkwardness between them. “You’re going to James’ for Christmas dinner, I take it?” he asked, the smile of the Marauder that he’d once been, and still was for that matter, creeping across his lips. Of course, the rare occasion in which they might meet up was never wholly untainted by the war, but it was as close to former days as they got.  

4 months ago - 8

A dark and forsaken alley | @ Rodolphus

Peter Pettigrew: Another Lonely Pub | @ Remus

remuslupinootp:

In truth, Remus didn’t know quite how to answer that question. It must have been apparent that such nights were rough, from the mere look of him. Even though the Wolfsbane potion had granted Remus some sanity despite the full moon, the transformations were torturous enough. He didn’t like to admit he missed his friends’ presence on the night of a full moon. After all, he was a grown man, and there was the war to keep them all occupied. If he couldn’t handle a full moon on his own than how he could go about doing everything else that he did to fill the time. Besides, in light of the war, transformations were almost bearable. Remus studied Peter’s features for some indication of what answer he might have been fetching for, before taking a sip from his pint. “I’ve had worse,” Remus answered truthfully, deciding it was better not to lie. In the brief moment in which he sat with Peter, it was already becoming apparent that it wasn’t solely his friendship with Sirius that was under threat. Perhaps he’d gotten to Peter too.

It wasn’t that Remus ever intended to be distant. They were all busy, what with missions and for those lucky enough to find employment there was work too. Remus wasn’t one such lucky individual, but his missions often lasted days at a time, each day rolling onto the next in the company of the wolves who never slept. When he returned from his missions, it was difficult to relay what went on to his fellow Marauders. He wasn’t overly fond of himself afterwards, for he’d born witness to all sorts of atrocities. They all had, but there was something inherently more sickening when it came to werewolves. Remus loathed what he was, proving himself more a wizard than anything else. But that loathing only heightened as he delved more deeply into the werewolf community, Fenrir Greyback’s pack in particular. To return to the company of the Marauders might have been the best thing for him, but the moment he sensed doubt in any one of his friends he felt compelled to keep a certain, careful distance from them.

“So.. How’s it going? Work and.. everything else, for that matter?” Remus’ expression was apologetic. A hint of a smile tugged at his lips as he attempted to return to days not plagued by war, hoping Peter didn’t begrudge him for not being around as much as he should have been. From where Remus was standing, it wasn’t entirely his fault, but he could see how it might be misconstrued as such.  Remus had never spoken to Peter as much as he did Sirius, or James even. But he had always been the one to point out when their fourth and final marauder was missing. With their departure from Hogwarts and their involvement in the war that followed, it seemed the four Marauders saw increasingly less of each other at once. A couple of times they were united under the full moon, otherwise on trips to the pub or the like, but such meetings were easily put to a stop when the war grew ever darker, encroaching further on the lives of the wizarding community.  

“Oh, alright, I suppose,” Peter said, uncertain of what he should say. It wasn’t as though his dislike of his job was any sort of secret he just didn’t want Remus to think that he was ungrateful for his position. Of course, he’d said as much to Fabian Prewett when he had asked so why was he skirting away from the truth with Moony, one of his oldest friends? It didn’t make sense and he chastised himself once more for feeling so awkward around Remus when it was unwarranted.

“It’s bloody dull,” he said after another drink and he sighed comically, seeing the hopeful look on Remus’ face. “I don’t think there is another wizard alive who is as dull as Head of Department Dicky Stone. Every day feels as though I’m staring down another tedious exam where nothing I ever do is good enough for him. Some days I’d rather dash it all and stay in bed, though I’m sure everyone says that about their jobs.”

Peter smiled at Remus, hoping that his mate understood the jest in it all. He was attempting to make Remus feel better by using his main ploy of self-deprecating humor. Peter could always make them laugh by exaggerating how horrible he was in school, even if most of the time it was not a large exaggeration. “Still, a wage is a wage. At least it allows me to come to the pub every now and again and have a pint or two.”

5 months ago - 8

@ marauders, lily, et al who are invited

5 months ago - 2

Peter Pettigrew: Another Lonely Pub | @ Remus

remuslupinootp:

Over the past few months, Remus saw too little of his fellow Marauders. He didn’t wish to explain why that was the case; the reasons were blurred and complex, but needless to say it wasn’t entirely his fault. Though Remus had made an effort to step back, he had thought that would sooth the situation; if he drew back, Sirius couldn’t perceive him as so much of a threat, could he? Regardless, it wasn’t working. Remus was comforted by the fact that although he saw them only rarely, he always seemed to know where he could find them. Despite all the fear and suspicion that was running around, Remus was always welcome at the Potters’ cottage; Remus had trouble accepting their kindness however, especially when there was little he could do for them but struggle on in this war. Sirius had a tendency to seek him out when he had need of him; there’s always been an openness to their friendship that hadn’t ceased since leaving Hogwarts and entering the war-stricken world. Admittedly there was a time when they were much closer, when they didn’t begrudge the other for their distrust or blame them for the distance that fell between them. But Remus still depended on the man just as much as he did the boy; that had never changed, only now Remus fought against it. Meanwhile, from what Remus could gather from his fellow Order members and of course the man himself, Peter had a tendency to hit the pub every other night. Remus didn’t think there was anything sinister about it; in fact, he found it inspiring that not even the war could cramp Peter’s social life as it had that of others. Remus merely assumed he sought the company of others, as most did at the pub. It was something most had denied themselves since the war first broke out, those brief glimpses of a life free from burden.

Remus entered the pub, casting his gaze over his new surroundings before his eyes finally rested on Peter sitting a little ways to the back. Remus’ lips tugged into a smile, but it was ridden with guilt for not reaching out to Peter sooner. He was reminded in that instant just how crucial Peter had always been to the Marauders; he was the final piece of the puzzle, there was something down to earth about Peter; he almost offered stability, for in the end of the day, he was exactly where you could find him, be it the pub or wherever. With everything crashing down upon them, Remus couldn’t help but admire that. He didn’t cross the pub to join him immediately, instead making his way to the bar and quickly ordering a couple of pints before heading over. “Make this one last, will you,” Remus advised, placing one of the pints before Peter as he took the seat opposite him. For a moment, he said nothing more. As he studied the features of Peter’s face, it struck him just how long it had been. There was something different about the man seated before him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. But then again, they’d all changed. Every day they drew closer to the end of the war, or so they could only hope, and it took its toll on them to say the least. “I’m sorry I’ve not been around,” Remus said, before taking a long draught of his drink. Setting the glass down, Remus ran an agitated hand through his hair. “I know it’s no excuse… but, you know.” Remus couldn’t voice it explicitly. The word ‘mission’ was casually dropped into conversation between members of the Order all too often, and Remus was very much aware that they were in a public vicinity thus anything they said could be heard by unwelcome ears. 

Peter’s eyes widened when Remus suddenly appeared, pints in hand, and sat down across from him. He had to admit that Moony was the last person Peter had expected to see. Since their time at Hogwarts Peter could count on one hand the number of times they’d been in the same room together and a good portion of those times had been during an Order meeting. Remus didn’t talk with him as he did with Sirius and James and while Peter would think of him often, there was usually a cloud of bitterness that surrounded the thought. He was fine as long as he wasn’t confronted with the reality that perhaps Remus just didn’t want to be around him anymore for a variety of reasons. Now that Remus was sitting in front of him, all of those thoughts came rushing to the forefront and he had to choose his words carefully in case something bitter and angry sprang out uncensored.

“Thanks, mate,” he said, taking the pint graciously. At least there was a peace offering of ale. If anything, Remus knew that he could always appease Peter’s appetite before anything else. “Ad, yeah, it happens sometimes. Everyone is busy. I’m certain you’re out and about doing what it is you do.”

This felt strange and Peter drank the pint slowly, searching for something, anything to say. He looked at Remus and saw that his normally thin face looked even more gaunt and haggard. “Still having some rough nights?” he asked, nearly wanting to kick himself once the words left his mouth. Of course he was having a rough night – the full moon was always harsh and was most likely more so now that he didn’t have his companions to keep him company.

5 months ago - 8