Peter trailed after her, glaring at a random Auror who glanced up with curiosity when they passed. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, to be unable to trust anyone - well, unable to trust most people, anyway. He trusted the Order. The war was supposed to be over; things weren't supposed to get worse.
He'd never been in one of these interview rooms before, but at least he knew he was innocent of all wrongdoing. Settling into a chair, he twisted his hands together again.
"All of a sudden the whole past year of my life feels wrong," he said. Peter had been under the Imperius Curse a couple of times, training with other Order members to resist it; he had never been the best at that particular task. He couldn't truthfully claim that he remembered being under said curse at any time in the recent past, but that was just it. "Like, I have these weird gaps in my memory. Or - not really gaps, I guess. It's more that I suddenly feel like I haven't properly been myself. I think maybe I was Imperiused, and then memory-charmed, or something." Glancing at the quill, he admitted, "But I don't have any proof - it's just a feeling."
Yet it was a feeling he would defend to the death. Plus, Peter was a damn good wizard, even if he couldn't compare to James or even Sirius. He knew what he was talking about, here. Right?