Harry Potter Peter Pettigrew Novels & Stories

He was dressed in tattered, disheveled clothing as he barged into the village, looking completely exhausted. "Who are you? Leave this place immediately, or you shall be killed without mercy!" Two barefooted men with sinister looks on their faces suddenly emerged out of nowhere, stopping the young man from proceeding any farther. When the young man saw them, he dropped to the ground on his knees. "Sirs, my name is Harry Sawyer, son of Peder Sawyer! I'm only here to look for my grandma." The guards looked shocked at the revelation. "You're Peder's son? Does that mean you're here to look for Madam Sawry?"

Peter sat down slowly. “He’s starting to think.” “Is that dangerous?” Peter smiled faintly. “No. It’s actually good.” His subordinate hesitated for a few seconds before finally speaking again. “But there’s one more thing, sir.” Peter raised his eyes. “Your name has started appearing in several old transaction trails connected to the Blackwood company.” Peter’s expression sharpened slightly. “Who found it?” “Not the police.” “Then who?” The man took a slow breath. “Darius Harrington.”

I'm Kaitlyn Sawyer and I'm still having the heebie jeebies for goth girl over there. "I'll rather have her here than some other people." "Call names and we are gonna have a friendly talk Greyman." "Let's all calm down. Hello, gentle soul, what's your name?" The fatso was next. "I'm Pe...Peter Pound." He stammered out and fingered the hem of his shirt. "The fuck you are." Grey shouted. "You don't look anything like Peter Pan." Brandon said. "It's not Peter Pan you fucking Bozo. "

The three quickly became friends. After their trip to the HSD District, the students of Metropolitan High School continue to take classes in New York City. The time quickly came to Saturday, which was Li Jie's 17th birthday. Peter Parker and Harry Osborne arrived at Li Jie's house early. "Hey Peter, how was your trip to HSD?" "Said Harry Osborn, seeing Peter Parker from a distance. Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group, and the sole heir of Osborn Group. Harry has stood at the top of human society since he was born, becoming the most elite group of people. Harry, however, was easy-going and, I should say, successful in his upbringing.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

"The note read, Dear whoever is reading this, you urgently need to get ahold of the police when you find this note, my name is Freya Edwards I'm being held captive by a man called Anthony Richards. He's allowed me to go shopping with him so this was my only chance to ask someone for help, he's keeping us not far from this shop in a huge house, I can't write much as he'll find out but please again give this to the proper people" Jacob finishes reading the letter which makes tears form in Blake's eyes just to hear the words that Freya wrote, but Jacob wasn't finished "we checked the security footage and found this" he says turning a tv on to show an aisle in a shop.

He's a nerd, I guess. -Oh, excuse me, I don't think you've been brought up to speed yet," he says. I'm a wizard in training," he introduces himself, "my name is Peter. A sorcerer? That explains how he showed up so quickly. Still, it's too much for me, a year ago if they had told me I would be living with warlocks, vampires, wolves and the like, I would have laughed in their faces. -Carolina Lane," I also introduced myself, "tell me, Peter, what are you doing here? Is there something Sara forgot to tell us?

I silently prayed the nervousness wasn't telling on me. "Wow. It's so good to have you back. Have you seen Peter?" He asked holding my hand and taking me back to the party. I couldn't force myself out of his arms. "Peter? Who's that?" I'm clutching my bag tighter for balance since my legs are now failing me. He chuckled. "Come on..your Peter. Peter Hermes. Have you seen him?" We walked past another lounge. "Oh, Peter Hermes. I'm sorry...I just have a lot of Peters now. Is he at this party too?"

The young man smiled, snorting happy to be able to look directly into my eyes, "because I have made your voice inaudible to your friend." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. Without even asking he already knew the question that was in my head. “ My name is Peter, Peter G. Wilson. And I, descendant of witches. You get what I mean right?” My eyes widen at that, “and I've made your friend's voice inaudible … by magic,” he added anxiously. "You are okay?" he asked as he touched my cheek.

Berriwott looked more and more frightened as his mouth continued to divulge secrets without his consent. “They are looking for an evolution or substitute of Pantiumite in order to provide energy for New-Man that can last forever.” “Who are the ‘they’ you speak of?” Berriwott bit his bottom lip and the answer came out muffled. “You will not attempt to keep silent when asked questions. Who are the ‘they’ you speak of?” This time, Berriwott had tears streaming down his cheeks as he gave away the names of his accomplices “Janon Trueman, Lilith Malfoy, Vox Madero and Kalifa Zeidner.”