Harry Potter Peter Pettigrew Novels & Stories

Mom looked at me with sadness in her eyes and I wondered if there was something she was trying to hide from me. This was what most people did: judge someone by how they look. Sirius Black looked like a criminal that everyone believed him to be. The first time they met, with his gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, yellow teeth, and long, matted hair, even Harry said that Sirius reminded him of what a corpse might look like. While Peter Pettigrew looked like someone who wouldn't hurt a fly. But in the end, Peter was the one who had betrayed James, his own best friend. Looks can be really deceiving.

I could feel his energy—he was reaching out to his brothers through the werewolf connection that bonded them. Footsteps echoed from the staircase. They grew louder, closer, until a young man appeared. He had the same hair and eyes as Rhett, but his nose was slightly different, and a pair of glasses perched on it, giving him a charmingly nerdy Harry Potter vibe. I knew immediately—it was the third brother, Joss Paxton. He grinned when he saw us. “You’re back! I was going to visit once I finished reviewing that report you gave me.” “I got tired of the damn hospital,” Rhett replied flatly.

He asked about his mother first, suggesting that, to outsiders, he resembled his mother quite a lot. Chris said, “My mother’s name is Holly Jameson.” Peter’s vision went dark, and he fell backward. “Sir Jameson! Quick, bring Sir Jameson’s meds!” In a panic, Chris hurried over to help support Peter. He took the place of the butler. The moment he touched Peter’s arm, the elder grabbed him tightly. “You are Holly’s child!” Peter cried with tears streaming down his face. When the servants brought medication, the butler took out two pills for Peter to take.

I scrambled backwards, trembling, as the wolf turned to face me. It wasn’t Edwin, it was… someone else. A scent I barely recognized from that morning. The wolf’s golden eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, he just stared at me, licking his chops, before he shifted. “Well,” Peter said, brushing pine needles from his hair, “that was exciting. I heard a scream and came running. Good thing I did, huh?” I stared at him, still shaking, unable to form words. Peter strode up to me and stuck his hand out to help me up, but I was too stunned to move.

Severus could not provoke Tim, but surely he could deal with the Master of Golden Liberty, right? He finally understood Peter had crossed Henry, the Master of Golden Liberty. Severus had wondered how a young grandmaster would appear out of nowhere. However, knowing it was the Master of Golden Liberty made perfect sense.

said a warm voice. Harry looked up at a man who was older than him and, more importantly, as tall as him. The stranger was a dark-haired man with brush-cut hair and chocolate eyes that sparkled with kindness. He extended his hand in greeting, and Harry was almost relieved to meet a friendlier person after his brief exchange with the Mad One. "I'm Beta Duncan," he chirped. Harry's eyes widened at this, and then a genuine smile played across his lips. "Alpha Black's second-in-command," the young wolf said, looking at Duncan with admiration.

I winked at him before straightening up. " You're not the only one," he assured her, "I also found out some interesting things about you yesterday.” " Like what? " I felt our conversation take a dangerous turn, but I couldn't help asking. Peter watched me for a moment before he spoke again " I just wanted to thank you for helping me with all this. I hope you like chocolate.” " Are you using food to thank me, Peter? " I sneered, "You're on the right track.” " Gavin Stewart was here this morning," he commented, "Our immigration interview has been scheduled for next week.”

Peter answered Owen. Owen, in return, took a breath to digest Peter’s answer. He then revealed all events of the day before; from Jim and Keith's visit to SB Café to the Phoenix Mafia subduing Gary Parker and the goons... to Charles’s conversation with the puppet master. As Peter listened to Owen's recount of those events, he grew increasingly worried. It was as though he figured out who the puppet master was; but he still could not be a hundred percent sure. Owen paused when he saw Peter’s concerned expression, "Mr. Quinton. Are you ok? You look worried."

he said to Kaida, who nodded. "Yeah, I did. I owe you one," she told me. I smiled and shook my head. "Let's leave it at that. I'm cashing it out on you helping me bring Dalia along." At that point, a golden-haired man came striding across the grounds with the kind of confidence that demanded attention. He was dressed similarly to Riven in midnight blue with silver threading that caught the light. "That's Harrion, the prince's half-brother," I heard Kaida say

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.