the_debt_of_time

Peter Pettigrew moved quickly through the streets of London in an area that
bordered between a Muggle shopping district and a Wizarding residential area, though the
Muggles could not see the wizard homes, which had been placed under heavy Muggle-
Repelling Charms.
Despite being so close to his own kind, Peter felt safe among the crowds of
Muggles. Safe for now. He would be protected now. He had done what had been asked of
him, no matter the cost. The Dark Lord would keep him safe, honoured, and elevated in
the new world, just like he had promised.
Something shook in the pocket of his robes and he glanced down just as a bright
blue light erupted from his cloak, and something heavy launched him forward against the
concrete. He stumbled as he tried to stand back up, taking note of the way that the
surrounding Muggles were gasping loudly at the sight.
Peter turned around to look into the blazing silver eyes of Sirius Black, and all colour
drained from his face.
The line of sanity that Sirius rode, thanks to the Black family genetic traits, was
threatening to choose a side as he stared into the small, watery eyes of the traitor in front
of him. The friend he had known since he was eleven years old. The little boy who was
picked on by Lucius Malfoy. The young Marauder, who had pranked with him, shared a
dorm with him for seven years, who had fought alongside him—or so he had thought.
This wizard in front of him had been a friend, but in the end had taken from Sirius
everything important he had ever loved. James and Lily, his family. Harry, whom he would
need to collect once this matter was attended to. Remus, whom Peter had helped turn him
against. And Mia... Was Peter responsible for her death? Her kidnapping? Her leaving?
"Pettigrew!" Sirius screamed as the shortest Marau—no, the shortest Death
Eater made a break for it. He was running, which Sirius had expected. Peter always ran.
Sirius raised his wand, ignoring the strange looks that the gathered crowd of
Muggles were giving him, ignoring the fact that he probably looked crazed, eyes manic as
he held back the urge to shift into Animagus form and tear Peter apart with his teeth. No,