"Apparently so," Peter said dryly. He didn't miss the glance down at his fingers, which were whole. He'd read about how the Aurors had declared him dead after only a finger had been found, blaming his death and thirteen others on Sirius. Deaths that he had actually caused. It had seemed like stories though, because while Peter didn't like many people, he couldn't imagine murdering anyone. Sometimes he wished he had the memories of his future self, so he could figure things out.
He wasn't able to answer anything else, as Al had deposited several books into his arms, and his attention was captured by the one on the top. "Dungeon's Master Guide?" He asked, voice rising sharply. "Just what the fuck do you think we're here for? This isn't going to be some sort of torture session. Fuck, you Potters are all insane."