Peter Pettigrew (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rat_patootie) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} beyondthepages,@ 2010-05-21 01:32:00 |
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Characters: Peter, Astoria
Time/Date: Early morning, October 21 2023
Location: Malfoy Manner
Warnings/Rating: PG
Summary: Peter returns
Status: Complete
He was curled up in a little ball in the corner of a dark, and musty room that looked to be some kind of storage area, or something. Peter couldn't quite make out from the shadows where he was, and truly had no idea what he was doing there. The last he remembered, he'd been drifting off on the grounds with James, Sirius and Remus. The term was almost over, exams were done, and they'd been enjoying the last few days of their sixth year...
But when he opened his eyes, it hadn't been his mates that he'd been looking at. It was this place, which was who knew where, and he had no idea how he was going to go about getting himself out of this one when he didn't know how he'd gotten into it.
Did this have something to do with the Slytherins? Was he in the dungeons? Was this some kind of retaliation for all the pranks they'd pulled on them over the years? Where were Sirius, James and Remus? He whimpered slightly, curling further in on himself.
He heard noises on the stairs, and froze. If he'd had the frame of mind to figure out what he was doing, he might have transformed. As it was, he simply sat there, paralyzed and hoping that he was perfectly still as a house elf slipped carefully down the stairs, whistling cheerfully to itself. It saw him, obviously, it's big eyes growing wider as it shrieked and dropped whatever it was holding, fleeing up the stairs quickly - presumably to get it's master, since it wasn't an elf he recognized, and he didn't see the Hogwarts crest anywhere on the... well, rags that it was wearing.
So he was in a house then. Houses had exits, didn't they? Scrambling for the stairs, he had a mind to get out of the house as fast as he could, assuming he could even find a door.