Peter swallowed. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. He had to stop being so scared all the time, he knew... he had still been afraid all the time as a Death Eater, but in a different way... being a Dark Wizard came with a sense of power, a sense of superiority that had made him feel strong and confident... that was gone now. He missed it almost as much as his right hand.
He took another breath and raised his wand again, his eyes narrowing in concentration. His first instinct was to blow the thing up or set it on fire. But no.
"Reducio," he said firmly, flicking the end of his wand. The scarecrow's head shrunk to about half its size, and its hat fell off. Peter rolled his eyes. At least he'd done something. If James had done it the whole thing would have shrunk to the size of a doll he was sure. "See?" he sighed. "I can do things, just not well."