The Rat Revealed
As January gave way to February Harry found himself in the midst of a Quidditch furore. Gryffindor and Slytherin were neck and neck in the points race and only two matches remained and the battle for the Cup was on a knife's edge.
Ravenclaw had defeated Hufflepuff and with Slytherin's victory over Gryffindor Slytherin was leading the table but everything rested on the outcome of the Gryffindor / Hufflepuff match.
If Gryffindor won by more than 100 points, then Slytherin would need to beat Ravenclaw by more than 100 points to claim the cup. If Hufflepuff won then it would depend on the margin but probably Gryffindor would win.
In the lead-up to the match, the tension in the common room was overwhelming, and Harry had taken to wandering the corridors to distract himself. He kept a lookout for any sign of a big black dog, a ginger cat or a three-toed rat. It sounded like a bad nursery rhyme Harry thought as he made his way along an unfamiliar corridor on the sixth floor.
Unsure of precisely where he was he stopped and looked around and found himself in front of the entrance to the Ravenclaw Common room. There was a short spiral staircase leading up to a wooden door that had no doorknob and no keyhole and sitting leaning against the door was a boy who must have been a first year. Harry was just wondering why the boy was sitting at the door and if he needed help when another girl, who looked to be in her sixth or seventh year arrived and walked up the stairs. “Really Sam, this is the third time this week?” she said with a sigh.
The boy looked up at her, “I know, I am sorry Loretta,” he said dejectedly, “but it only gives you one chance to get it right,” he huffed.
The girl shook her head and knocked on the door; a door knocker appeared, it looked like an eagle and it spoke. “What has a neck but no head?” it asked.
“A bottle,” the girl replied.
“Well done,” the eagle told her and the door swung open.
“Come on Sam,” she held out her hand, “...let’s go and practise some riddles,” she said fondly.
The boy scrambled to his feet, ignoring the girl's hand and slung his bag over his shoulder muttering about stupid riddles and annoying sisters as he stomped into the Common Room.
Harry moved on, profoundly glad the Slytherin Common Room only had a password. He kept walking and eventually found himself on the seventh floor.
Tonight he had a purpose for wandering the halls, he was going to try and retrieve another horcrux for Tom. Severus had agreed to make a rather complex potion for him so he could reabsorb the part of the soul which was in the diary. The elixir of life had Tom looking human again but he needed to put his soul back together if he was going to succeed in his new objective of reforming the Magical World through purely legal means; hence Harry’s current mission.
Tom had made five Horcruxes and one of them was hidden here at Hogwarts. There was, according to Tom, a secret room full of hidden things on the seventh floor. Dobby said the elves called it the ‘Come and Go Room’. Tom said it was the ‘Room of Hidden Things’. All Harry knew was that it was located on the seventh floor, opposite a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy teaching ballet to trolls (of all things).
Harry found the tapestry and after several minutes of walking, he stood looking carefully at the stretch of empty wall opposite it. There were no portraits in the corridor he noticed. So he took off his cloak and began to pace up and down thinking, “I need the place where everything is hidden,” after the third pass a door appeared and Harry opened it inside were piles and piles of discarded items.
Everything which had been lost or hidden by generations of Hogwarts students seemed to have found its way here to this room. He stood and stared at the mess of things in the room and sighed this could take days, maybe weeks.
He wandered into the mess using a pathway which seemed to have developed naturally through the junk. As he walked, he looked around for anything resembling a tiara; after almost half an hour it occurred to him that he was a wizard and he tried an accio. Nothing happened, of course, Tom would have placed some protections on his horcrux to prevent it from being found so easily.
Harry began to search. He did not find the diadem; however, he found several other useful items: a nice almost new leather satchel, a beautifully carved wooden box which looked like it might be for storing potions and a brand new, if somewhat outdated Cleansweep 7. He shrunk the box and the broom down and put them in his satchel which he hung across his body and continued his search. There were a lot of discarded books on many different subjects. They ranged from the inane to the macabre and some were downright terrifying. One book was called ‘ Tenebrae Artes, ’ which was handwritten in Latin as far as Harry could tell. The pages were made of something he didn't recognise, they were handsewn into a leather binding and the title had been inscribed in ink on the first page; there was no author named. Harry was intrigued and he put it in the satchel with the box and broom.
Moving through the piles of junk Harry felt surprisingly calm, despite the towering piles of discarded items he had no fear of getting lost or of anything collapsing; the whole room buzzed with a gentle magic which Harry found soothing. Harry lost track of time as he continued his search, he came across a trunk, which he examined carefully, trying all the magic detection spells Severus had taught him and seemed to be safe. He opened it with a quick alohomora and inside he found several sets of Ravenclaw school robes, a winter cloak and some textbooks which had been published in 1933. Harry felt unexpectedly morose as he examined the items and quickly moved on.
A bit further on he found a bust of someone didn't recognise and just to the left of it was the diadem he had come for; he picked it up gently and it hummed in his hands, as the soul fragment in his scar recognised the soul piece in the diadem.
Harry looked around for a box or something to put the diadem in and found a hat box nearby. He put the diadem in the box and cast a disillusionment spell on both the box and his new satchel. Then he set off towards the door, the magic of the room guiding him.
Flushed with success Harry hurried straight to Severus’ quarters. He entered without knocking, he had no idea how late it was until Severus stumbled out of his bedroom in pyjamas, he looked sleep-rumpled.
“Harry?” he asked awake and alert despite appearances to the contrary. “What’s wrong?”
“Ehh, nothing,” Harry said sheepishly. “I didn’t think it was so late, I am sorry Sev.”
“It’s 3 am Harry, what are doing out of bed?” Severus demanded.
“3 am? Really? Huh! I didn’t realise I had been gone that long. The Common Room was a bit tense; too much Quidditch talk. Honestly, I am a bit worried Marcus might have a stroke before the next match,” Harry told the professor. Who it seemed had given up on sleep and gone to make some tea.
“You're lucky tomorrow is Sunday,” Severus grumbled as he set the tray on the table.
“Hummm,” Harry hummed. “I suppose so, but that was why I thought I would do this now. I found the Room of Hidden Things,” he said, casting a quick finite incantatem and putting the hat box on the coffee table, then he removed the disillusioned satchel, lifting it over his head and removing the spell.
Severus raised an eyebrow. “What’s all this,” he asked.
“Stuff I found, Sev, that room is amazing so much junk but good junk, ya know. There are a lot of books and bags, cages, and even some wands. There was a whole trunk which belonged to someone in Ravenclaw the books were published in 1933,” Harry said excitedly.
The teacher pushed a cup towards Harry, “I see and did you find what you were looking for?” he asked.
“Yep,” Harry said smugly, pointing to the hat box. “Tom is going to owe me one.”
“I am sure the Dark Lord will be very pleased,” Severus replied sipping his tea. “What else did you find?”
Harry opened the satchel and presented Severus with the potions box and as Harry had hoped he was very pleased with it. He admired Harry’s satchel which was much nicer than his old rucksack for carrying school books around.
Then Severus picked up the handmade book and he frowned. “This is quite strange,” he said. “I have never seen a language like this.”
Harry looked confused, “I thought it was Latin,” he said. “Doesn't this say ‘ Tenebrae Artes ’?” he asked pointing to the handwritten title.
“I have no idea,” Severus told him. “It looks like gibberish to me.”
“Huh!” Harry said and he flicked through the book. “What about this?” he asked pointing to a particular page.
“It looks the same as the rest to me,” he replied running his finger over the words. “It's strange because the magic in the book feels familiar somehow and yet…”
“What's that paper made from? I've never seen anything like that,” Harry asked.
“It’s papyrus it’s made from the pith of the papyrus plant, it was used in Egypt up until about the 11 century AD,” Severus answered. “It's astonishing that it's still in one piece, it is much better suited to the dry climate of Egypt than our damper climate in the UK.”
Harry looked thoughtful. “Do you think the writing could be parseltongue?”
Severus looked surprised. “I don't know, I assumed parseltongue was only a spoken language. However, I suppose it could be. What makes you think it might be?”
“It looks like Latin only this bit…” Harry indicated the page he had pointed out previously. “...kind of looks like old English,” Harry explained.
“I see, well, we could ask the the Dark Lord when we see him again,” Severus said.
“Or I could take it to the Chamber and ask Salazar,” Harry said.
“You could, perhaps after you have had some sleep,” Severus told him firmly.
“Yeah right, I should be getting to bed. Can I leave all this here?” he asked.
“That's probably for the best,” Severus said with a frown. “I will lock it in my study. You can come and get it when you have had at least eight hours of sleep.”
“Fine,” Harry sighed. He gathered up his cloak but left everything else on the table and headed out to the dorms. Neither Harry nor Severus noticed the rat which snuck out with Harry, hidden in the folds of invisible fabric around Harry’s feet.
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Peter scurried away into the depths of the Dungeon, he was in shock. If what he had just heard was true his Master had already returned and he was working with Harry Potter! Peter had expected that Dumbledore would have been the first to know if the Dark Lord had returned and that he would have immediately called the Order back together. He could not understand why this would not have happened.
The reason he had chosen the Weasely’s house was because they were in the Order and were close to Dumbledore. It seemed he had misjudged and now his master had returned and Harry Potter had known before Peter. He needed to think.
How was he to find his Master? He could not believe how badly everything had gone.
Joining Lord Voldemort had been the obvious choice. It wasn't as if he was appreciated on the light side. He had tried to help James and Lily protect themselves but James had laughed and told him his input wasn't needed. His input was never needed.
When the message came through from Dumbledore that the danger to Lily and James had increased; Peter offered to help them slip out of the country. James had scowled at him, he called Peter a coward and told him if he wished to run he could, but that he, James Potter would not shy away from fighting the Dark Lord.
“Of course a rat like you would want to run. It’s what you're best at - sneaking away,” James had said in that tone he used only for Peter. The one that made him feel about six inches tall.
Lily had been willing to listen to him, escaping overseas had seemed like an excellent plan to her but James had put her down too. Telling her not to worry her pretty head about such things, that he would take care of her. Peter had seen the look on Lily’s face when he said that she had been furious.
The Potters had been living with James' parents since they got married. When Lily discovered she was pregnant they had stayed until Harry was born. Lily had just lost her parents the previous year in a car accident and being only 20 years old she had no idea how to care for a baby. James' mother Euphemia had been delighted to help.
In the year after they finished school, Peter realised that he didn't want to be part of the Light anymore; no one on the Light side saw his value; he had been a laughing stock at school, everyone had thought him weak and pathetic. He couldn't help wondering if the Dark Lord would be different.
Unfortunately, he had no idea how to go about finding the Dark Lord, then one day he happened to meet with Barty Crouch Jr at The Leaky Cauldron. Barty had been a year below the Marauders at Hogwarts. He had been a Ravenclaw, and he had always been kind to Peter. James and Sirius had not paid any attention when Peter had talked to him, other than to tease him about how typical it was of him to find a younger student to do his homework.
Peter and Barty had bonded over their less-than-ideal relationships with their fathers. Barty’s father was cold and demanding and his self-righteous attitude about good and evil drove Barty mad.
Bartemius Crouch Sr had alienated his son by not recognising the boy's achievements; straight O’s in his OWLS and NEWTS, even being named prefect, nothing had ever been good enough for Barty’s father. So Barty had found someone who appreciated him - Lord Voldemort had recognised his talents and put them to good use.
Barty took Peter along to a Death Eater meeting and facilitated an introduction to the Dark Lord Voldemort. Peter had been terrified but the Dark Lord had not immediately laughed in his face. He had listened to what Peter had to say and he had not called him weak or pathetic. Instead, he had offered him a place among his Death Eaters. Peter hadn’t been quite sure at that time but the Dark Lord had not pressured him. Instead, he told Peter to think about it, that he would be welcome whenever he decided he was ready.
It was almost a year to the day after Peter first met Lord Voldemort, that James Potter had belittled Peter's suggestion to flee the country and accused him of wanting to run away. It was then that Peter decided to go back to the Dark Lord. He had gone to him immediately, sworn his allegiance and taken the Mark, then he had gone back to the Marauders. Peter was going to make them pay.
There had been one fly in the ointment, Remus Lupin, the damn wolf had sniffed out his Dark Mark and would have exposed him to Dumbledore. Fortunately, Peter had eavesdropped on a conversation about Remus going away as an envoy to the wolves. Dumbledore had come to Potter Manor to broach the subject with Lupin privately. Peter knew that Lupin had not told the others of the mission; he had been trying to think of a way to explain it to Sirius; the two of them had only just got together after years of dancing around each other.
This played right into Peter’s hands; he obliviated Lupin and sent him off on his mission. Then he managed to convince James and Sirius that Lupin had been a spy and that was why he had suddenly disappeared. Sirius had been angry, so angry that Peter had avoided him for days.
Dumbledore had long suspected there was a spy in the Order and he was right, there had been but it was not the wolf. Peter had been passing information to Barty whenever he had something good for an entire year, he heard lots of good things when he was a rat.
No one had ever suspected him, they thought he was weak and scared of everything; they thought that eye contact made him uncomfortable. He wasn't uncomfortable, he just wasn’t stupid; eye contact was dangerous you never knew who might be a legilimens. If people thought that made him weak then so much the better.
Peter knew many things, he knew that Lily had been so angry with James that she had done something, which James did not know about to protect Harry. The girl spent a suspicious amount of time with her father-in-law and James did not seem to notice. Peter, however, did notice but he could not get into the man’s office to spy; Lord Potter was not a fool like his son, nor was he so trusting of the so-called Light. He had anti-animagus wards on his office and magic detection wards all over it.
Peter suspected that Remus knew what Lily had done; when he had come back briefly from his mission he had joined Lily and Lord Potter for a meeting one day. The wolf hadn’t stayed long; Sirius had seen to that, and he was gone again before Peter had a chance to find out what Lily had wanted from him.
Then the blessed day came. The Potters were going into hiding properly. They were moving to Godric’s Hollow to a cottage James had purchased where they would be protected by the Fidelius Charm and Sirius had asked Peter to be the Potter’s Secret Keeper; he could not believe his luck.
It had been surprising enough that they swallowed his story about Remus being the spy; but now for them to think it a good idea to make him secret keeper, Peter almost burst with pride. The fools thought he was simply honoured by their trust in him; the truth was he was ecstatic to finally have some really good information for his Lord.
Peter had stayed in the hideaway Sirius set him up in for three days before he took his information to the Dark Lord. First, he had trashed the hideaway so it looked like he had been attacked; only Sirus knew where he was, and not even Dumbledore knew of this plan. Therefore, suspicion would fall on Sirius Black, a member of the notorious Black family and born dark; not poor snivelling Peter, who was barely more than squib, or so they all thought.
No, he was not weak, he was powerful and he had been so proud to be the one to give Voldemort the location of the Potter’s and then it had all gone wrong. Harry Potter had indeed been the downfall of the Dark Lord and Peter found himself alone with no one to protect him.
He had been in flight mode when Sirius tracked him down afterwards. Blowing up that street and yelling about Sirius betraying Lily and James had been a stroke of genius if he said so himself. He had always had more power than anyone gave him credit for anyone that was except for his Lord.
James was dead, Sirius was arrested and was likely on his way to Azkaban; Peter hoped he would get the kiss. The wolf was where he belonged with his kind, he really ought to thank Peter. As far as his revenge against his so-called friends went it was almost perfect. Except Voldemort was gone and Peter was in real strife, he was a marked Death Eater now; if he was caught he would go straight to Azkaban. Faking his own death had been his only real option. So that was what he had done.
Tucked away deep in the dungeons Peter contemplated what he had learned; the one thing which made no sense was why would His Lord be working with the boy who destroyed him. Then Peter had an epiphany. His Lord was obviously using the boy, getting Harry Potter on his side would completely disable the Order's defence. If what Peter had heard at the Weasely over the last 10 years was true, then the entire Wizarding World believed Harry was their best protection from the Dark Lord should he ever return.
Peter breathed a sigh of relief at this understanding, now he could make his plan. Harry Potter and Severus Snape it seemed were his best chance at finding his Lord. He would need to stay close to them and hope that the blasted ginger beast which had been hunting him all year, would not find him in the Slytherin dorms.
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“So Parseltongue is a written language,” Harry said with surprise. He was perched on a chair in Slazar’s hidden study holding the book, which he had retrieved after lunch, along with his other new treasures from Severus’ private study before making his way into the Chamber of Secrets. Severus had not been able to come with him as he marking to finish and classes to prepare.
“Yes, of course, it is,” Salazar replied. “Just because people in the UK don't see the value in Parseltongue doesn't mean no one else ever did,” he huffed.
Harry tilted his head to the side. “Who? Who uses it?” he asked.
Salazar shook his head, “What do they teach you in school these days,” he huffed irritably. “In Burma being able to speak to snakes is considered to be a gift from the Gods. In fact in many places throughout Asia, the Middle East and even as far as Australia speaking to snakes is seen as a gift. The ancient Egyptians had several Snake Gods including Hathor, Apap and Wadjet, the Greeks have Asclepius, the Hindus have Manasa and Vasuki and the Australian Indigenous people have the Rainbow Serpent ” Salazar listed off.
“Oh,” Harry said. So that's why I can read this?” he said holding up the book.
Salazar squinted at it. “What have you got there?” he asked.
“It's a book I found in the Room of Hidden Things,” Harry told him. “I didn't realise it was written in a different language. Well, actually I thought it was written in Latin and some old kind of English at least that's how I read it.”
“Open it for me,” the portrait demanded.
Harry did so, flicking slowly and carefully through the brittle pages.
“Incredible,” Salazar said. “I thought for sure that book would have been burned. I left it behind, you see when I left the school. Godric and I were never going to see eye to eye and the ladies were sick of our constant fighting. It was for the best. Still, I was angry and as such I wasn't thinking properly; how I cursed when I realised I hadn’t packed that book. Rowena must have hidden it from Godric, bless her. She never could stand to see knowledge lost no matter how dark she thought it.”
“So what is it?” Harry asked.
“Honestly I don't know. One theory was that it was written by Merlin and I suppose that's possible. Who knows what he was doing before he got mixed up with Arthur,” Salazar told him.
“I thought Merlin attended Hogwarts,” Harry said.
Salazar laughed. “He was around for a while but he was never really taught by us; it was a bit of both I suppose, we learned from him and he from us. Teaching and learning are eternal young Harry, you never stop learning,” the portrait told him waving his finger.
“Do you think Merlin wrote it?” Harry asked.
“No, I don't. I think it was likely written by an Anglo-Saxon parselmouth travelling through Egypt sometime before the 11th century. It’s written on papyrus, which was commonly used there in ancient times, it's better suited to a hot dry climate. In England, it is likely to rot if it’s not spelled to stay dry.” Salazar lectured.
“Huh! That's interesting,” Harry said looking at the book.
Salazar’s face changed then and he said in a more sombre tone. “I will tell you this young Harry. Where there are Gods there are their counterparts. Good does not exist without evil. On the other side of the coin you have the likes of Echidna half woman, half serpent and fearsome beast, not to mention the Hydra and Medusa,” he paused for a moment and then said softly. “It's probably for the best that young Tom doesn't find out about that book. Have your Severus seal it in a dry box and leave it here. There's a good lad,” the man said settling down in his chair. “Now, must be nap time,” he said closing his eyes.
Harry stayed in Slytherin’s study for a while after the man fell asleep, looking at the book. Now he knew how old it was he was much more careful with it. He wondered why Salazar didn't want Tom to have it; it seemed to him that it was mostly information about snakes and the snake Gods. He turned another page and suddenly knew the reason Salazar didn't want Tom to have it. There was a spell, which created a creature, half human and half snake, like the Greek monster Salazar had mentioned. It would be vicious and practically uncontrollable even for parselmouth. These creatures would wreak havoc with no remorse or regret. Harry closed the book and slipped it into his bag then went to see to see Severus.
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Gold! Peter had struck gold.
Harry had told Severus about a book written in Parseltongue that he didn't want Tom to know about. The boy said Salazar Slytherin didn't want Tom to have it but that couldn't be right; Tom was Slytherin's Heir. No, Harry was keeping this book for himself for some other reason but it didn't matter because Peter knew now and he would make sure The Dark Lord was told. He had to stay with Potter now in order to find His Lord. He just wished Potter would not call His Lord, Tom. It was so disrespectful perhaps Peter should mention that to his Lord too.
The rat scurried off to get into the dormitory before Harry, he needed to find a place to hide. He made his way into the third-year boy's dorm without any problems and climbed up the curtain onto the bed. He decided the pillow would be the best place to hide for now, creeping along the wall he moved towards the open end of the pillowcase and he froze in fear.
Potter had a snake. It was coiled on the bed and tucked against the pillow, Peter let out an involuntary squeak as the green beast lifted its head and flicked its tongue. Peter fled.
When Harry returned to his room it was to the news that a strange rat had tried to hide in Harry’s pillow and that Bindi had not liked the smell of it. It had smelt wrong not like a rat at all.
Pettigrew. That blasted rat.
Bindi informed him the rat had run at the sight of her, but Harry had a bigger problem he had no idea if Peter had been following him. Could the rat have heard anything about Tom or worse about the horcrux or the book? Harry had no way to know.
He pulled on his cloak and headed to see Severus, the book could not be put in the Chamber of Secrets now it needed to go to Harry’s Vault at Gringotts. Tom would need to be informed that the rat was still at Hogwarts.
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The entire Slytherin team made the trek down to the Quidditch pitch the next weekend. Flint had insisted they needed to watch to see what happened. Harry really didn't see why he had to watch he hadn’t watched a match since the first one when the Bludger had almost killed him. Flint had only grunted when Harry said that but he had sat Harry at the back of the stand behind the rest of the team.
The match was slow to start both team's beaters were on point and neither Keeper was letting anything pass. It took almost forty minutes for the goal to be scored, Hufflepuff finally getting the quaffle past the Lions keeper.
It opened the flood gates and soon the score was 100 to 110 to Hufflepuff and both seekers were frantically searching for the Snitch. Harry could see it. It was almost on the roof of the teacher's stand but neither of the team's seeker could see it.
Harry looked away for a moment and the little gold ball vanished, then suddenly Cedric Diggory was diving, Harry had no idea why, the snitch was not anywhere near where he was going. He was headed straight for the ground and he wasn't slowing down.
Harry felt himself panic and he jumped to his feet, something was wrong. “Look at Diggory! Somethings wrong,” he shouted pointing at the rapidly falling player.
Everyone turned to look where Harry was pointing. Flint swore and Draco pulled his wand out.
Professor Flitwick was also on his feet; he waved his wand bringing the terrified seeker to a stop moments before he hit the ground. Cedric rolled off his stationary broom and did not get up. Meanwhile, the Gryffindor seeker, unaware of what had happened, spied and caught the snitch at the other end of the pitch.
The Gryffindor stands erupted in cheers, while the rest of the school looked on in shock as Diggory was escorted from the ground by Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout.
Harry had expected there to be some kind of investigation after the match; he told Severus what he witnessed and he thought at the very least Dumbledore would have asked him about what he had seen. Over the next few days, Harry noticed Severus was looking particularly grim and Madam Hooch didn’t look any happier.
Draco told Harry that Amos Diggory, Cedric’s father, was extremely unhappy with the lack of action and he had contacted the School Board. Lucius and Lady Longbottom arrived two days later and there was a long meeting in Dumbledore's office. In the end, the match was declared a non-game since Diggory was too shaken up for a rematch. Slytherin would need to beat Ravenclaw by more than 80 points to stop Gryffindor from claiming the House Cup.
Harry found it difficult to care. What happened to Cedric had shaken him to the core.
There were rumours of a spell having been cast on Diggory causing him to lose control of his broom. No one had seen anything though, even Harry had only seen Diggory falling, not what caused it and short of testing the wand of every person at the match they would not find any proof.
Harry was used to such things happening to him. He was the boy who lived, he was a target. Cedric however, was the nicest, and least offensive person Harry had ever met. Why anyone would want to hurt him was beyond Harry’s comprehension.
Two weeks later, an official announcement was made. The next match would be between Slytherin and Ravenclaw as scheduled, and the result would determine who won the House Cup.
Harry doubted anyone's heart was really in it. Even Flint seemed to have had the wind taken out of his sails. No one could understand why Cedric Diggory would be attacked. There were rumours that it had been Sirius Black, he had been a Gryffindor after all but even the Gryffindors found that idea appalling.
No one had seen the rat. No one would ever know it had been a small brown rat; a sneaking, snivelling common garden variety rat. Who, on his way to hide in the dark forest had noticed the Quidditch match being played and stopped to watch for a minute.
No one would ever know that Peter Pettigrew had decided on a whim to try and help his old house win. He was after all a proud Gryffindor and killing the opposing Seeker to help his old house to victory seemed to him to be entirely reasonable; a means to an end.
It was fortunate perhaps that no one noticed, since his plan had failed. He scowled at Professor Flitwick as he waved his wand and saved the blasted boy. The half-goblin had always underestimated Peter; in fact, all the teachers had thought he was stupid when he was at school. They had been so patronising towards him, they had never seen his true abilities but he'd show them now. Peter hurried on towards the forest, yes soon they would all see what he could do.