Order of Merlin First Grade
If you can not convince, confuse them
Murphy's Law
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When you think about the skies of London, which is to mind are endless cloudy days and ice cream. But there was a time when all England exploding fireworks, shooting stars raining down and upset about owls flew at full noon, that Britain is a land of wizards hidden and this first of November is life.
In between serious and rushed Londoners were mixed strange people with pointy hats and coats, striped socks and hats with fanciful flowers hugged those who leave, shouting with happiness and even there was a peculiar old long beard and shiny bald head who dared to dance something like the conga in the middle of the crosswalk. For all this might not paying attention one man, whose gray eyes transmitting pain and cries out for vengeance.
Sirius Black is on rat blood and his footsteps are heavy, lead the way perhaps but not shaken, the wand in your palm guiding fleet to its destination. Among the crowds of central London is almost impossible to find someone, but with magic as a guide is easy to open space between the sea of bodies.
Finally, after hours going from one place to another, playing cat and mouse as seen in the distance and is recognized for its soft profile, labored walking everywhere looking for fearful, vengeful Black not forgive a betrayal.
Now begins the hunt, Black blood runs through his veins furious screaming for the head of Peter, a member of the Black strain dark pasióny delivery loves his confidence immediately and without barriers and there are those who dare not live up to this honor. Peter
moves between people feeling danger in their neck hairs bristling with arms and a freezing drop it slips back, everywhere you see dark eyes look at him with hatred, turning quiet and uncontrolled Sneakoscope in your pocket, your scary armor n beats like crazy in your chest, do not know where to get them to flee. Sirius
approaches, away, hides behind a buzóny Muggles all the time in the middle blocking his vision, never a clean shot and too many options fail and lose it forever. Peter walks in zigzag, you know that Muggles are your salvacióny not depart from them while you can, Sirius should only wait a mistake and act fast, the rat always succumb under pressure.
To the right and then left, Sirius gets closer dough into its prey and Peter runs desperately to the only alley you see, goes into the dirty alley and a couple crummy Weird women watch him from the windows, no stairs or exits. Is trapped in a cage. The plump Peter
snorts and eye movements of the high ceilings to the entrance of the alley where a figure approaching with rapid steps, firm, strong and dangerous. Disappearing would make sense, obvious to a magician but a shame for Peter is not able to even improve it and being so nervous is sure to leave behind something.
are forced to think like never before thought, death is reflected in the eyes of Sirius and death is not a joke, is that it leaves you cold and lonely as I recall, in your case disregard for his memory and that history would only be the traitor Peter Pettigrew.
time, you just need a bit to think of something and this is just because you see that spark of hate Black shines in the eyes and death means only.
"Well Sirius, what brings you t- these streets t-pe-so dangerous? -
"It was you, you were always you," Sirius mutters between his teeth.
-Sirius will be better than s-n-is going-Valle. There are many m-m-muggles-
- Never mind the muggles! I'll kill Pettigrew, Sirius spits the words, clenched jaws just let you talk.
-N-no-t be so extreme, everything is pu t-r-can-solve-
talking"Yes, talk is what you do best treacherous rat. Blow your master where they were-
Peter could not be more pale and trembling, can not think of anything to get out. Sirius and surely knows the truth and everyone should be looking, if not the ministry the other Death Eaters. All I want you dead. Death is the inevitable fate at the hands of old and new enemies.
-T-tu n-do not understand, No, you never were before him
Pettigrew "Do not be stupid, that's not the think you or your damn hypocrite" He
; T-had on their side to large and powerful wizards-p-
- we! -
there was no excuse for Sirius, only it was abandoning his friend and his own clumsiness, its blindness to obvious. A Peter silent and evasive, awkward in the missions of the Order and to resolve issues that nobody knew, was the spy to sabotage operations, who led the tracks for so many died and who finally betrayed James and Lily , the innocent and loyal Peter.
- Ignis Aviectum - Sirius yells, his wand out a tongue of fire into the face of Peter but that the elusive pulling belly to the floor, crawls to a wall shaking and barely holding the wand.
- Eject - Peter cast the spell, a dazzled Sirius can not avoid it and fly through the air.
In the light of the fire is approaching a few people looking around curiously, a couple of men being threatened with sticks and the spectacular lights, they think that insurance is one of those rare television programs No, the strange thing was that no cameras in sight.
In the mind of Peter just be the fact that all want him dead and no one given an outlet, the idea runs through all his mind and decides to give them what they want, painful death and glorious as few can have.
- Oh Sirius! How could you, James and Lily?! - Scream with all the strength and melodrama as he could.
Sirius's face was transformed into a mask of hatred as he rose and grasped his wand more strongly. Launched a powerful Voltius , which gave him full in the belly to Peter who fell to the floor completely paralyzed and screaming in pain, agitated to Muggles screaming. When
action of the spell ended, Peter not look away from the eyes of Sirius, I wand to your back.
- devastated - whisper.
The effect was amazing, everything flew off in a wonderful explosion. Two muggles who were closest were crossed by a beam, strung like skewer, another beyond broke his head against a wall, another buried under the rubble, twelve Muggles in his last act as Death Eater and his best record in kills with a single spell.
was missing the last act, a excruciating pain extended from his hand and never thought he cut his finger was so uncomfortable and that the wound bled so much, but necessary. Sirius saw stupid face clutching ears beyond the disaster, a convicted survivor.
Now all that remained of Peter Pettigrew was a finger, the rest of his being ran bleeding from the pipes into the sewers and beyond, become the only thing that represents your true nature: a huge brown rat mutilated. Back
Peter left the that should keep the secret, the white sheep of a black family. Sirius's mind stopped at the disaster and unable to go beyond the moment, because if he thought he remembered and if he did it would collapse. The details he has always ignored the fleeting glances that never saw the unconditional love that underestimate Remus, James and Lily both dead because of him.
the end, all that remained of his great revenge were more innocent deaths and a cold finger, blood and tunic of being insignificant in whom he confided. The world is clouded and the tears would suffer, the pain would go but could not, never had done well mourn. From his throat the only thing that emerged was one laugh after another hysterical laughter from the floor while the wizards of the ministry took charge of the disaster.
last thing the world knew, before being sent to an eternity of Azkaban was the most hilarious I had heard in his life: A Peter Pettigrew was given the degree of Knight of first-class Order of Merlin, in honor of his memory.
