[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Peter Pedilu trembled violently, he couldn't speak, but he knew that he must say something at this moment.He was like a deep-sea fish that was swept ashore by the tide and suddenly ran aground, breathing heavily, and would be suffocated by the stares from excessive exposure at any time.

He was so frightened that his teeth were chattering in fear.He was shaking so badly that he looked like a messy sieve.He seemed to be on the verge of falling into the abyss, and he might fall straight into the abyss in the next second. Sirius Black stood in front of him. He didn't know if he would give him a hand to pull him up, or if he was filled with disgust. His kick crushed his hope of survival, and watched him fall straight into the abyss.

He trembled, looked at Sirius timidly, fearfully and desperately, and begged humbly in a low voice: "Sirius...it's not what you think...you listen to my explanation..."

Sirius, who was usually the most irritable, was surprisingly patient at this moment, and he just stared at him so quietly, looking straight at him, as if he wanted to look into his soul with this deep look.His handsome face was expressionless at the moment, and he couldn't see any mental activity. He just looked at him like this, his face sinking like water, and he said quietly: "Okay, you explain."

What can he explain?Peter opened his mouth again and again, but found that he couldn't say anything at all.What should he say?Justify yourself?Too scared to declare yourself?Does anyone feel terrified when threatened by someone as terrifying as Voldemort?

But Sirius is not afraid, Eli is not afraid, James is not afraid... They have always been so great, righteous, and radiant, they are the real Gryffindors, with absolute bravery... What is he? ?Why would he justify himself?

"I... I'm so scared." He said with difficulty, his voice visibly trembling, and he didn't think the reason was valid.His legs seemed to be unable to support the weight of his body, and he and Sirius could no longer look at each other as equals. He slowly collapsed to the ground, lowered his head deeply, and raised his hand to cover his chest. Face.

"I'm so scared..." he whispered, "I'm not as strong and brave as you guys. I've always been the worst one. I need your help to review before difficult exams, and I rely on your help for difficult things. I tried my best , I want to keep up with you... But I seem to be born not so suitable. When you make interesting and daring adventures, my mind is not full of new excitement, but how to both Enjoy the glory of being with you, and be able to not be found and caught. I have always been like this... Such a person who dare not put everything down to do something... I always want to have a way out..."

Remus' breathing involuntarily increased.A flush of emotion appeared on his slightly pale face, he took a deep breath, and couldn't help saying with a little sarcasm: "Sounding so grandiose about pushing you to the gun, Peter? Which of us The battle has not faced the threat of death all the time? But none of us have done such a thing except you!"

Peter didn't speak, he just trembled more, and his whole body seemed to have completely lost the strength to support him.

"No one blamed you for being timid, Peter," Sirius said softly, his voice hoarse.Peter couldn't help but look up at him - he always knew Sirius was a man of good background, doing his own way, reckless, indifferent and arrogant, but he had been friends with him for a long time, and he could already hear his sarcasm from his sarcastic sarcasm. Closeness and concern.It had been too long since he had seen Sirius treat someone he hated—his eyes were so strange and emotionless that he shuddered violently.

"No one will blame you for being afraid." Sirius repeated again, his voice was calmer than his expression, he looked straight at Peter who dared not look at him, and said expressionlessly, "People Everyone is afraid, and everyone can understand. No one thinks that a timid person can't be a hero. Everyone can have his own true emotions and positions. But we also didn't expect that there would be people who are afraid of death because of themselves. And betray your friends, because a person may not be a hero, but he cannot be a mean and shameless villain and a coward."

Peter's hands were covering his face tightly, he didn't dare to look at him, Sirius took two steps slowly towards him, and raised his wand.

"When each of us attended Burns' funeral, we wanted to tear that traitor into pieces." He said coldly, gritted his teeth, and finally showed a bit of uncontrollable rage and sharpness on his face, "This Of course it includes me, Peter, how much have we been cared for by Edgar? How many times has he saved us from danger? I swear that sooner or later I will find that despicable informer and bring him to justice. The trial. Amelia was standing at her brother's grave next to her pregnant sister-in-law, whom we promised to avenge the Burns tragedy one day...you were there, weren't you?"

Peter shook his head in vain, he couldn't refute, and naturally he couldn't speak.Sirius finally became furious uncontrollably, he kicked the ground forcefully, and strode towards him furiously.

"Speak! Explain!!" he snarled, "Speak out your ridiculous and vile thoughts in public! You are terrified and pitiful of Voldemort's threats, so you push Edgar and others to die for you ?! Do you think your life is more noble than theirs? Peter Pedirou? What have you done? What else have you done? You told this ugly monster all our plans?! You When I told you not to face the Death Eaters because I saw you scared, are you laughing at my stupidity, proud of my flawless disguise-when we are sincerely thinking about you, you are laughing at us Not wearing your filthy soul, complacent in your absolute safety, you think so, don't you?!"

Shocked by his suddenly raised voice, Peter forgot even the trembling of fear for a while, and stared blankly at him striding towards him, as if seeing the cliff rock he was holding on to shatter, his friend's eyes were full of pleasure Watching him fall straight down.He was in a trance for a moment, but he suddenly froze in a daze. He just stared at Sirius in a daze, his eyes full of ashes-like despair that everything had finally settled.

This is what I should bear.He said to himself in his heart, since you have done such a thing, Peter Pedilou—why do you ask your friends to forgive you?What are your qualifications?

His fear seemed to disappear in that instant, and his hope of survival was strangely minimized.He just slumped on the ground so peacefully, as if he had already made all preparations for his ultimate fate.

But Sirius' walking towards him was finally interrupted.Voldemort watched their staged brother-in-law sneeringly, and before Sirius could actually do anything to Peter, he waved his wand lazily and the tip shot a green light at Sirius.

"It's enough for the drama to end here," he said slowly. "A Death Eater who wants to kill me in front of me needs at least my approval. Although he is indeed such a fool who does not want to die, but stay It’s good to watch him so that he can often see your distorted expressions, really good reactions, as expected, you are such a group of idiots who can move themselves, blood and friendship, it’s a bit of a waste of your powerful magic power, but as you do from time to time As far as the scum who wants to give me some trouble, maintaining the status quo is not bad."

Amidst Remus' worried exclamation and the red light emitted by his wand, Sirius relied on his keen fighting instinct to avoid the death curse from behind.The muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably, and he could tell that the thoughts of raising his wand to kill the traitor and turning around to face Voldemort were fighting fiercely in his mind.

However, the right to choose this matter is not his own. While he was still thinking about it, the Death Eaters' offensive had immediately caught up.Not allowing him to hesitate any longer, Sirius turned around vigorously and raised his wand to fight with a disgusted expression.Originally in his plan, as long as he seemed to be defeated and captured after working hard, it would be fine.But now it seems that his mind has been dominated by anger. If he can't express the anger in his heart, he seems to prefer to die here immediately.

There weren't many members of the Order of the Phoenix who were with Sirius today, after all, it was impossible for them to surround Sirius with great fanfare, it seemed too deliberate.Therefore, the situation of this battle is quite pessimistic. Sirius' defeat and abduction was already a certainty in the plan, but now it seems that other people may also suffer heavy losses. There is no way, it is inevitable , this is war.

The others, including Remus, soon had no time to be distracted to think about other things, and threw themselves into the fierce battle.Peter sat slumped on the ground, unable to recover from the sudden change of the situation, only a little dazed to realize that suddenly no one cared about him, he sat here, everyone who came and went immersed in the fierce battle seemed to be Didn't care about him.

It has always been like this, he has never been the focus of everyone's eyes, not even the moment when he was exposed as a traitor.Peter grinned slowly, whether he was lucky or self-deprecating, he sat here, looking at Sirius and Lupine who were not far away, they were all fighting their respective opponents... He realized that at this moment the battlefield knew him The only ones who are Animagus are the two of them.

As long as he turned into a mouse, ran away, and found a place to live incognito, then neither the Dark Lord nor the Order of the Phoenix would be able to find him again, would they?He could hide for a while, and then change his appearance and voice a little like Regulus did.He is definitely not as good as Dumbledore, but if he is not facing a chaser like the Dark Lord, it must be enough...

His fingers moved silently, and the desire to survive suddenly rushed out again.No one confiscated his wand, he could cast a disillusionment spell on himself first, and then quietly perform the Animagus transformation...

He raised his wand silently, and watched Sirius' movements. One second before he cast the spell on himself, he saw that the Death Eaters who were fighting Sirius suddenly became more violent, leaving Sirius with no time to spare. At the same time, one of the Death Eaters behind Sirius looked at him with hatred and pointed his wand straight at his back.

A green light emanated from the Death Eater's wand.

Peter Pedilu seemed to be thinking about nothing at this moment... There was no time to think about it.His wand was in his hand, and he was slowly raising it, the magic power was ready to be released.Facing the scene in front of him, his body acted a step faster than his brain, maybe it came from the subconscious instinct to protect his companions in battle, or just because that person was Sirius, he moved his wand at this moment , the next moment, the expected Disillusionment Curse did not fall on him, and a red light came out from his wand - it missed the green light attacking Sirius.

The next moment, Sirius hurriedly glanced in his direction while dodging, the look in his eyes was extremely complicated.But he himself was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his palm.

"You?! How dare you..." A shrill voice not far away yelled in disbelief, then raised his hand, and a beam of light hit him—he felt heart-piercing pain, and Voldemort also shot at him Turning around, he frowned and only glanced at him.

He belatedly felt a sharp pain, and at the same time, foul-smelling blood splashed in front of him—the blood from his own neck.

I'm dying.Peter Pedilu opened his eyes wide, and his body fell back straight. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the cloudy sky directly above.

He can clearly feel that his life is being lost rapidly, this feeling is extremely bad, more painful than he imagined... Everything he feared came to him in the way he feared most, and his consciousness gradually lost , did not say anything, only a line of tears flowed silently from the corner of his eyes, soaking into the ground under his head, together with his blood.

After an unknown amount of time, a face appeared above his line of sight... Remus Lupine's blood-stained face.His complexion was extremely complicated, he raised his hand hesitantly, but in the end it didn't fall on his face.

"I'm going to die, Remus." He struggled and whispered as if he had suddenly come back to life, "It hurts so much... Remus, death is terrible."

Remus closed his eyes abruptly, and responded softly, his voice seemed to be blocked by something.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

In the end, all he could say was sorry.He died hastily in the most unacceptable way he could die. Standing beside him was the friend whom he pursued cautiously, but finally gave up on his own initiative. He died silently, like a grain of dust, quietly returning into the hazy cloud in the sky.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to F6, Excessive Chuanbuki., Coconut Candy mines, Lezheng Feixin's grenades~

If I were to comment on Peter in one sentence, the poor man must have something to hate, that's enough.

He is not a good person, but he is not born a lunatic without kind thoughts.He has been making wrong choices all his life. After betraying his friends, Voldemort collapsed. He became a mouse to survive. After defecting to Voldemort again, he ruined his life because of his momentary soft heart and kind hesitation. Live, he knows what is wrong, but he has made a choice that cannot be turned back.

The occurrence of every event will condense a thread for the final outcome, and many threads will be connected, and finally weaved into the established destiny.The Peter in this article is the same but different from the original one. No one can define which one is better, but I hope it can bring you some special feelings.Although writing a fanfic is limited, I still want to give each character my own soul as much as possible.

He didn't choose to end his life with Avada Kedavra, he died a painful death, as he always does, struggling to live and die.