peter pettigrew (informer) wrote in fineic, @ 2018-12-10 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucy malfoy, narcissa malfoy, peter pettigrew, sirius black |
WHO: Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Lucy & Narcissa Malfoy
WHAT: some light b & e
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: The Malfoy Flat
WARNINGS: light violence and swearing
Getting through the wards would have taken longer than Sirius had anticipated — and there’d have been a few close calls. But the rigorous training they’d been doing with the Order plus the less extreme wards that were familiar to Sirius from living in a flat made the job less impossible than it otherwise would have been. It was a perfect excuse really for when the Order asked, and as the boys eventually gained access to the Malfoy flat they turned back into their human forms and locked the door behind them. Being an Animagus just made the job quicker. “I’m going to go plant the portkey,” Sirius told his partner in crime, not even glancing at Peter as he moved through the flat with his lit wand aloft, “look for anything that screams ‘I’m a murdering terrorist psychopath.’” Peter was nervous about the whole thing but he was doing his best to put on a brave face. This was a felony but it was too late now. “You don’t think three Christmas trees already sends that message?” “Definitely evil,” Sirius agreed over his shoulder, making his way toward the bedroom where he carefully extracted Marlene’s portkey into the pillow case of one of the pillows. From there he examined the vanity — looking through cosmetics for the hair items. Choosing the fancier hairbrush to be Narcissa’s, he carefully extracted a few blonde strands and put them in an envelope he’d brought for this purpose before folding it and shoving it back into his pockets. Not finding anything else useful in the bedroom, Sirius moved on towards the nursery and then out to where Peter was, picking up a stack of mail on the table to go through. “Any luck? I wonder if they have an office in —” The sound of the door unlocking interrupted his words. Peter’s anxiety spiked when the door opened, it wasn’t supposed to open, Narcissa and Lucy were supposed to be gone. Eyes-wide he looked Sirius before they both ran towards the portkey, which was unfortunately in the other room. “Shite, shite, shite,” he muttered as he moved. They were supposed to be at dinner. Narcissa’s entry had clearly stated dinner and their last time surveilling them when they’d had dinner had been much much longer and Sirius’ pulse suddenly kicked into borderline tachycardia as he unceremoniously dropped the mail he was going through before hightailing it out of the living room behind Peter. “It’s this way, I put it inside the pillow so she’d be sure to touch it,” Sirius hissed at his friend, grabbing his hand and yanking him towards the Master bedroom, diving across the bed towards said pillow and their only real means of escape. From the front door there was a shuffle, and a muffled "-meone's here, get behind me," in a hiss. Footsteps in the hallway grew louder, quickly, and then the door swung open to reveal Lucy Malfoy, the snake-head of her walking stick pointed in front of her and a spell on her lips. "Stupefy!" It all happened in the space of a heartbeat. Sirius’ fingers closed around the portkey at the same time as a burst of red light flashed and a hook behind his navel yanked him from the bedroom. He wasn’t sure who it had hit at all until he landed in the cage the Order had set up, and one hand gripped a portkey and the other held only air where Peter’s hand at been just a breath ago, his stomach and his head swimming from the more turbulent than usual trip. Peter wasn’t there. And as Sirius scrambled to sit up, his stomach revolting as he struggled not to sick up all over the cage he was trapped in, he clenched the portkey in his hand that didn’t seem to work anymore and the bars that wouldn’t bend, and his utterly useless wand that wouldn’t apparate him or unlock the doors. It was with a growing panic as his nausea began to subside that he realized where Peter still was and who that Stupefy had hit. Peter’s initial instinct would have been to turn into a rat and scurry away once he realized that he was not being Portkeyed but instead everything faded to black and he fell towards the bed in the room. His last thought before oblivion was that he was going to die. Lucy and Narcissa Malfoy were going to just murder him and throw away his body in bins and no one would do anything because he and Sirius had been breaking in. He wished he had a time turner. And then he would go back and make sure they never did anything this stupid again. —— “Rennervate.” As Peter’s eyes blinked open, he could see Lucia Malfoy standing directly in front of him. Her wand, now pulled out of the walking stick she liked to carry, gave a small flick, tightening the ropes that tied him to the chair in the Malfoy living room. “Narcissa,” she called, voice echoing down the hall. “Come here for a moment? I’ve got everything under control.” Narcissa, who had retreated to the nursery where she was busy pacing and hugging Draco tightly to her chest, reluctantly handed her baby off to the nanny before going to join Lucy in the living room, her wand held tightly in her hand. The terror that she felt at having the safety of their home violated quickly evaporated into fury when she discovered just who was bound to their antique Louis XV fauteuil. Her cousin's ratty little friend was regarded with a glare as she pointed her wand at him. "Poor Draco is going to be traumatized forever. I hope you choke on a snitch," she snapped at Peter before turning back to her wife. "I bet Sirius put him up to it. Maybe if we just kill them both people would LEAVE US ALONE!" Lucy’s eyes widened at her wife’s words. “Don’t be rash,” she told Narcissa, but her eyes didn’t leave Peter. “This is one of Sirius’s friends? Well, I’m certainly going to give him a piece of my mind.” A beat. “Or maybe not.” She raised her wand, pointing it right at Peter’s neck. “What’s your name?” she demanded. Peter didn’t say anything at first mostly because it felt like he was watching someone else’s life come unraveled. Of course it was him bloody getting caught, it couldn’t be Sirius. No. “Peter,” he finally managed to squeak out. “Peter who?” Peter was not his friends. They would have had something witty. He did not. “Pettigrew.” “And you’re one of Sirius’s friends?” Lucy didn’t wait for an answer. Looking over at her wife, she frowned and began to remove her gloves. “I’ll handle this from here,” she told Narcissa. “You search the rest of the flat, see if anything’s been tampered with.” "Of course," Narcissa replied, still glaring furiously at Peter. There was so much she wanted to say to him, or yell at him really, but instead she just snapped "Sirius is a terrible friend," before turning and flouncing out of the room. “Now…” Lucy started again, once Narcissa was gone. Her blue eyes remained steady on him, the young wizard looking terrified in front of her. “Now i have to decide what to do with you.” “Sirius knows I was here. And so do some other people, if you kill me, they’ll tell everyone,” Peter said, her voice shaking. It wouldn’t matter what he’d done if he was dead because he wouldn’t be able to be prosecuted. Just Sirius. But Sirius had enough gold to get out of literally anything. “Kill you‽ Who said anything about killing you?” Lucy scoffed, attempting to make it plain on her face that murder was the last thing she’d ever do. “I’m talking about calling the DMLE. I’m sure they’ll have a grand time with a break in by one of the Order of the Phoenix — because that’s what you are, right? You and Sirius and all those ‘other people’ who know you’re here?” “I just have a lot of friends,” Peter managed to say but it wasn’t believable at all. “Don’t lie to me, Peter Pettigrew.” Lucy pronounced each syllable of his name carefully, as if to ensure he knew he was caught. “You know my father is in the Wizengamot, right? If I wanted, I can make sure you go to Azkaban for a long, long time.” Azkaban for a really long time was enough of a threat for Peter. He didn’t want to go to Azkaban forever, but he also didn’t want to give anyone up. Still if Lucy thought that he and Sirius were vigilantes, later he could always say he was lying about it right? Plus Lucy staring at him with her wand out was bloody terrifying and he was pretty sure he was about to vomit all over their sofa. “Yes,” he finally managed to squeak out. A tiny smirk crossed her face. Good, Lucy thought. She was getting to him. He looked like a unicorn in torchlight, like his eyes were going to bug out of his head. He wasn’t nearly as foolish as his friends — Lucy was certain it wasn’t his idea to break into her flat. “Yes what? Yes, you know I can ensure that, or yes you’re in the Order of the Phoenix?” “Yes to both,” Peter said meekly. “Good.” She paused, looking him over. “Look, Peter. You are currently in a situation that I think you’re only just starting to realize how serious it is. And I don’t really want to send you to Azkaban for years, or anyone, honestly, but you broke into my home. I have a wife and </i>child</i>.” Lucy frowned. “Sirius dragged you into this, didn’t he?” Peter knew he should have denied it. He shouldn’t have even entertained but going’s ng along with Lucy was the past of least resistance. He was sure that she wasn’t going to kill him but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still full of nerves at the current situation. Life in Azkaban was a long time and even if it wasn’t life, he didn’t really want to spend any time in Azkaban. If he told her what she wanted to hear, he could keeping living his life, spend time with his mother and no one would be the wiser. “Yes,” he said. “It was Sirius’ fault. It was all his fault.” It wasn’t all his fault, but he wasn’t here and he had a feeling it was likely exactly what Lucy wanted to hear. He would just need to figure out to how to explain it to the Order but that was a problem for Peter later. It was enough for Lucy. Peter Pettigrew wasn’t nearly as headstrong and courageous as her cousin-in-law. He would do whatever she wanted to get out of this — and that’s precisely what Lucy was counting on. “All right,” she told him. “I’m thinking about letting you go.” Peter looked at Lucy. Now there was something he didn’t trust. Was that all it took? Was just an admission of guilt? “Okay - I mean thanks for not sending me to Azkaban.” He was wary, but he knew there was more to this. There was. “I need assurances, though.” “What assurances?” Letting down her wand (though he was still tied up and nowhere near his own wand), Lucy crossed her arms. “Assurances that I’m not making a mistake, of course. Something that if you betray me, I’ll still be able to make sure you’re put away.” Wordlessly, she flicked her wand and a camera zoomed into her hand. “I’m going to untie you, Peter. And then you’re going to go over to my desk and write the words I tell you on that parchment. All right?” “Okay,” Peter said as he was untied. For a second, he thought about apparating away because Lucy only had her word and no proof that he was a vigilante but he was positive that Lucy wasn’t the type of person to just let something go, but he went to the desk and followed her command. The Malfoy's wand was trained back on Peter again, though she wasn't actually concerned he was going anywhere. There were anti-apparation wards on the flat, plus she had his wand. She smirked, even as he glared at her. "All right, here's what I want you to write, Peter: 'My name is Peter Pettigrew. I'm a member of the Order of the Phoenix and I broke into the Malfoy home on December 10, 2018." “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Peter muttered under his breath but he did what she said. If this was it - he could handle it. This wasn’t so bad, he kept reminding himself. “Okay,” he said once he was done writing. “Is that it?” She began to open the lens cap on the magical camera, flicking a few dials to get it ready. This was nearly fun, she realised, even if she still wasn't happy her home was broken into in the first place. "Now, hold it up for the picture. And be sure to look appropriately shamed, of course." Peter stopped himself from letting out a deep loud sigh and did his best to look appropriately shamed. Snap. "And one more, but I want to be in it. Selfy!" Ugh of course she wanted a picture with both of them in it, that would be more than enough proof. He knew he was getting off easy with this one. It could be so much worse. He could be sitting in the DMLE right now. “Thank you for not turning me into the Ministry.” He thought Lucy was the type of person who wanted to be appreciated. "Of course," she told him, giving him a practiced smile. "I think this will end up quite beneficial… for both of us. Now, let's get you on your way." |