More for the prompt table!
Title: Some Secrets Kill
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Peter Pettigrew and Harry Potter
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 023 Envy
Word Count: 835 according to Word
Summary: Peter finally let's Harry know why his parents had to die.
Warnings: It's pretty dark, at least for me.
“I’m sorry it has to be like this,” I say, walking around his rigid body. “I just need you to know the truth before it’s all over. I need you to know why I did it.”
His eyes are following me, but I can’t meet them. I’m not ready to face him quite yet, he still makes me nervous -- a lot of people make me nervous.
“I didn’t do it because of James.” I stop for affect, letting it all sink in. “Everyone always says I was jealous of James, but that wasn’t it! It wasn’t you either.” I almost kick him, but I resist the urge. “It got worse after you were born, of course, but you weren’t the source of it all.”
I pause as I see his fingers start to wiggle. “Petrificus Totalus!” I manage to weakly yell through my frustration, and he’s still again. “You might as well stop fighting it. It’s over, you’re done!”
I look down at his face for a split second, and it’s too late, I’ve met his eyes. He’s staring right at me, hard and cold, and all I can see is Lily. I lose it. “Stop looking at me!” I kick him square in the jaw, and then it all comes rushing out of me like the blood that’s now gushing out of his mouth.
“It was your bloody mother! Lily…I was envious of Lily,” and suddenly I’m kneeling on the floor in front of him, silently begging for him to look at me, to understand. “They would never let me in. It was always Potter, Black, and Lupin with that Pettigrew boy behind them, tagging along. Even when they trusted me, let me be an animagus, I was the rat. The rat!” I take a deep breath before going on.
“But I dealt with it. I convinced myself that even though I wasn’t as close as I wanted to be, I was closer than anyone else, and that was enough. Then she came.” I feel the old hatred start to rise in my gut, and it takes all my strength to continue, but I have to. He has to know. “She didn’t even have to try, and they wanted her there! Lily! Just like that they loved her, all of them. She could make Sirius laugh and talk to Remus about anything -- all the while making James love her more and more. It wasn’t fair!”
“You’re a sick bastard!” He manages to get out before I blast him with another binding curse.
“No!” I shout back. “All I ever wanted were friends, just like everyone else, and I thought I had them, but she took them away. Your whore of a mother took what meager friendship I had with them away, and didn’t think twice about!” I’m seething now, up on my feet, pacing. “That’s why I did it, Harry, that’s why I told The Dark Lord where they were, why I killed them. I had to pay her back for what she did to me, what she took from me. And now I have to destroy that last part of her. I have to kill you.”
Then for the first time in as long as I can remember, I stop shaking. I raise my wand, and look into his eyes, Lily’s eyes, for the last time and I say it. “Avada Kedavra!”
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Harry Potter stood outside of cell 497 in Azkaban prison, trying hard to restrain himself. Every ounce of his being wanted to force down the wards, break down the door, and strangle the man inside, but he didn’t. “How long did you say he’s been doing this?”
“One of the guards noticed him mumbling to himself a few weeks ago, but there are a lot here who whisper to themselves. We don’t usually think much of it,” John Timms, the Head of Azkaban Prison explained. “It was just recently, however, that we could make out we he was saying. We thought you’d like to be informed.”
There was a long pause between the two men as Harry stood, staring at the magical two-way door in front of him and the pathetic man inside. Peter sat in the corner of his cell, hair long and matted, fingers twisted together, teeth protruding from his chapped mouth. Harry had thought he looked awful when he’d first seen him at the age of thirteen, but Peter was a whisper of even that now. Harry wanted to feel sorry for that man, wanted to feel even the smallest twinge of empathy, but then he remembered what he’d just heard, and he couldn’t.
“Well,” Timms started, trying to break the awkward silence, “we just thought it was something you’d like to hear for yourself. Maybe it could give you some answers, we weren’t sure….”
“No, no, it’s alright, I appreciate you letting me know,” Harry said, shaking the hair out of his eyes, and taking a deep breath. “It’s good to finally have it confirmed, I guess.”
Link to my prompt table.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Peter Pettigrew and Harry Potter
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 023 Envy
Word Count: 835 according to Word
Summary: Peter finally let's Harry know why his parents had to die.
Warnings: It's pretty dark, at least for me.
“I’m sorry it has to be like this,” I say, walking around his rigid body. “I just need you to know the truth before it’s all over. I need you to know why I did it.”
His eyes are following me, but I can’t meet them. I’m not ready to face him quite yet, he still makes me nervous -- a lot of people make me nervous.
“I didn’t do it because of James.” I stop for affect, letting it all sink in. “Everyone always says I was jealous of James, but that wasn’t it! It wasn’t you either.” I almost kick him, but I resist the urge. “It got worse after you were born, of course, but you weren’t the source of it all.”
I pause as I see his fingers start to wiggle. “Petrificus Totalus!” I manage to weakly yell through my frustration, and he’s still again. “You might as well stop fighting it. It’s over, you’re done!”
I look down at his face for a split second, and it’s too late, I’ve met his eyes. He’s staring right at me, hard and cold, and all I can see is Lily. I lose it. “Stop looking at me!” I kick him square in the jaw, and then it all comes rushing out of me like the blood that’s now gushing out of his mouth.
“It was your bloody mother! Lily…I was envious of Lily,” and suddenly I’m kneeling on the floor in front of him, silently begging for him to look at me, to understand. “They would never let me in. It was always Potter, Black, and Lupin with that Pettigrew boy behind them, tagging along. Even when they trusted me, let me be an animagus, I was the rat. The rat!” I take a deep breath before going on.
“But I dealt with it. I convinced myself that even though I wasn’t as close as I wanted to be, I was closer than anyone else, and that was enough. Then she came.” I feel the old hatred start to rise in my gut, and it takes all my strength to continue, but I have to. He has to know. “She didn’t even have to try, and they wanted her there! Lily! Just like that they loved her, all of them. She could make Sirius laugh and talk to Remus about anything -- all the while making James love her more and more. It wasn’t fair!”
“You’re a sick bastard!” He manages to get out before I blast him with another binding curse.
“No!” I shout back. “All I ever wanted were friends, just like everyone else, and I thought I had them, but she took them away. Your whore of a mother took what meager friendship I had with them away, and didn’t think twice about!” I’m seething now, up on my feet, pacing. “That’s why I did it, Harry, that’s why I told The Dark Lord where they were, why I killed them. I had to pay her back for what she did to me, what she took from me. And now I have to destroy that last part of her. I have to kill you.”
Then for the first time in as long as I can remember, I stop shaking. I raise my wand, and look into his eyes, Lily’s eyes, for the last time and I say it. “Avada Kedavra!”
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Harry Potter stood outside of cell 497 in Azkaban prison, trying hard to restrain himself. Every ounce of his being wanted to force down the wards, break down the door, and strangle the man inside, but he didn’t. “How long did you say he’s been doing this?”
“One of the guards noticed him mumbling to himself a few weeks ago, but there are a lot here who whisper to themselves. We don’t usually think much of it,” John Timms, the Head of Azkaban Prison explained. “It was just recently, however, that we could make out we he was saying. We thought you’d like to be informed.”
There was a long pause between the two men as Harry stood, staring at the magical two-way door in front of him and the pathetic man inside. Peter sat in the corner of his cell, hair long and matted, fingers twisted together, teeth protruding from his chapped mouth. Harry had thought he looked awful when he’d first seen him at the age of thirteen, but Peter was a whisper of even that now. Harry wanted to feel sorry for that man, wanted to feel even the smallest twinge of empathy, but then he remembered what he’d just heard, and he couldn’t.
“Well,” Timms started, trying to break the awkward silence, “we just thought it was something you’d like to hear for yourself. Maybe it could give you some answers, we weren’t sure….”
“No, no, it’s alright, I appreciate you letting me know,” Harry said, shaking the hair out of his eyes, and taking a deep breath. “It’s good to finally have it confirmed, I guess.”
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