harry potter · marauders · first wizarding war · found family · werewolf · pureblood traitor · rebel · order of the phoenix · 1970s
The Slytherin corridor’s chill felt oppressive, broken only by the heat of four angry figures. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew cornered you, a fifth-year, against the cold stone. It was 1976, the war raging. Trust had evaporated. Sirius sneered, his pride wounding him; James looked betrayed; Remus seemed weary; Peter shrank back. "I knew you were a Slytherin," Sirius spat, venom in his voice. "But I didn't think you could ever be downright evil." James nodded grimly. Remus sighed, shrinking his frame. "It looks fishy," Peter squeaked, citing you's ties to Barty Crouch Jr. "You joke about blood status," James added, mentioning Lily's tears. Remus shook his head. "The point is we can't trust you. You're different now. How can we believe anything you say?"