Prompt: Peter's mum(s) are told what happened to him (1981, post-Prisoner of Azkaban, post-Second war, or a combination)
Remus sat opposite the two women, fingers nervously tapping the mug of tea they had made for him. They had also opened up a packet of biscuits, but he couldn't stomach eating anything.
Lydia glanced at Remus with a cautious smile, "So what brings you here, Remus? Did you need, um, help with anything?"
"No, no. It's about Peter, actually."
Lydia's smile grew, "Oh, Peter! How is he? Can you tell him to come visit or at least call, I swear that boy is right back in his moody teenager phase!"
Remus looked close to tears, and Cora frowned, leaning over to place her hand on Remus'.
"What's happened?"
Lydia's smile faded, "What do you mean, love?" She turned to Remus, "Is Peter okay?"
Remus slowly shook his head.
The two women waited for him to speak.
"He's- He's dead."
Lydia froze, completely unmoven and her eyes stuck staring down at the table.
Cora took a few breaths before asking, "Um. How?"
Remus started to shake, blinking away tears, "He was protecting James, Lily and their baby. There was a spy in the order. He was- Black was the spy."
"Sirius?" Lydia looked up.
Remus nodded his head.
"I know Sirius."
Remus quickly spoke again, "He's the one who did it. He killed Peter."
"Sirius was his friend."
Remus nodded again, "Black lied to us all. He was not who we thought he was."
Lydia leaned forwards, harshily gripping Remus' hand, "No, I know Sirius. Peter cared for him so much. He- he had sleepovers here. I helped the boy with a nightmare and we talked about his troubles. He's a good kid, a good friend for Peter."
Remus shook his head, "No- no, he wasn't. He tricked us."
Lydia frowned in disbelief, confusion in her eyes, her grip loosening slightly, "You believe that?"
"I promise you, Mrs. Pettigrew. Black killed Peter. Peter is dead. Because of him."
Her hand slowly retreated back across the table.
"My boy", she muttered.
Cora placed a hand on her wife's back, whispering comforts to her.
Remus awkwardly sat across the table, "I should go-"
"When did it happen?" Lydia asked.
"About a month ago. The first of November."
Lydia shook, "He's been gone a month? And no one- nobody came and told me?"
Remus bit his lip, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Pettigrew. I've been lost in my grief this past month and I assumed you already knew. But Professor Dumbledore came to visit me a few days ago and informed me you hadn't been told. So I thought it should- it should be me."
Cora nodded, "Thank you for coming, Remus."
Lydia abruptly stood up, quickly walking to Peter's old room, closing the door behind her.
Cora stood up, "You should probably get going now. But we do appreciate you coming to tell us in person. Feel free to visit anytime, I think Lyd would like that."
Remus nodded, "Thank you. I'm moving back to my parent's in Wales, if you wanted to keep in touch."
16 notes
·
View notes
Lucrezia: My dusky friend inhabits my dreams.
Giulia: Do not think so much of Djem, my dear.
Lucrezia: He has a secret that he cannot speak of. His beautiful dark mouth opens, but no sounds come out.
Giulia: In your dreams?
Lucrezia: And I have to kiss those lips to comfort them.
Giulia: Oh, dear.
Lucrezia: Is it… permissible, Donna Giulia, to kiss a dead Moor in your dreams?
Giulia: All things are permissible in our dreams.
3 notes
·
View notes