Voldemort even care if you died?" She snarled at him when he recoiled from the word.
"Don't flinch at the name, you little coward!"
"I'm sorry, Mia," Peter said, weeping. "I was... You don't unders—I'm so sorry."
"So am I. I'm sorry for my part in letting you become... this." She gestured to him
in disgust. "Perhaps I could have been a friend and saved you, but somehow I think it
wouldn't have mattered. Sirius was raised by blood supremacists, and he fought back.
Remus is classified as a dark creature, and yet he's the best man I've ever known. Jamie,
well, he's more powerful than he'd ever let on, and he's the very face of goodness. You had
them all to emulate, to look up to, to ask for help from, and yet.. ." She shook her head
and looked away from him.
"Mia―"
"Let's get something straight right now, Wormtail: I don't trust you. And for some
reason that apparently only Fate knows, I have, at this present moment, decided not to put
you down." She glared at him, feeling her magic buzzing at the tips of her fingers. "You
are a coward and a traitor. You're gone. After you put Mary in the ground and pretend to
cry over her corpse as though you weren't the one that murdered her, you stay away from
my family or I will finish what I began four years ago in the Shrieking Shack."
She could not stop Peter Pettigrew from betraying her brother and his family. But
she did not have to look at his face over the breakfast table ever again, pretending that she
did not know the fate of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.
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