Rat to catch! [ Harry and Sirius - Private (Ask to join) ]

As it had been planned before Sirius forced himself both physically and mentally not to follow Harry into the house. The one thing that prevented him from dashing in after Harry was when he had heard Harry, a sign he must of been alright. When the house shook, Sirius felt a tinge of guilt what had he been thinking bringing Harry with him ?. He had heard the mention of the name, having the urge to inflict as much damage as possible, even murder the disgraceful being he once classed as a friend. He absent-mindedly removed his wand from his pocket, looking up at the house in shambles, concerned to whether it could stand for much longer. Part of him wanted to be involved, what use was he standing and watching whilst Harry did his dirty work for him ?. It was only then that Sirius realised he should of been out of view, if Pettigrew got as much as a glimpse of him that would be it, and Sirius wasn't prepared for a repeat of what had happened before, this time he would stay where he was; even if it meant all day and night until he found him. It now had little to do with the trial and his innocence, it was more of a vengeance that had never died down and in fact grew stronger. With every second that passed Sirius found himself in a state of impulsiveness, wanting to act before thinking like always, it hadn't failed him yet.
He had took the order Harry had given him, deciding it was best to transform back to his dog form, bounding off away from the house, close enough to hear the continued shouts, close enough to run back if necessary. He was curious as to whether Harry had captured Pettigrew yet, it wasn't the easiest of tasks. He had found the perfect hiding place, a hedge nearby which kept him perfectly out of view but able to see the house, watching for any movement whatsoever.

After several moments, a raspy voice from somewhere on the other side of the one remaining wall startled him. "Will you put down your wand?"
Harry snarled and lowered it but didn't put it away. He was momentarily tempted to simply curse him anyway, but his eagerness about getting through this without funny business was overpowering that impulse. Still, Ron’s words from long ago arose in his mind. 'Throw your wand away and punch him in the nose.' Harry drew back his fist and did just that.
Wormtail's head snapped back, and he fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose as he scrambled away from Harry.

"Be glad that’s all I did." Harry spat, shaking out his split knuckles."You deserve alot more. Look at that." Harry screamed, pointing at the spot of blackened earth. "That’s where my mother died because of you. She died right there, and nothing will ever grow there again. You did that to her."
Wormtail cringed and pulled away, refusing to look at the spot which increased Harry's anger. The murdering scum couldn't even accept what he had done instead he let an innocent man pay, his godfather who meant everything."LOOK AT IT!" Harry shrieked, his voice echoing so the whole house shook again."YOU MURDERING COWARDLY BACKSTABBING RAT!" He continued, his hair blowing in the wind from the hole above. He looked mad and for a second, there was a trace of enemy in his features, expression and eyes.

In that instant, Wormtail morphed back into his Animagus form and sprinted into a pile of debris, squealing in fright.
Harry immediately gave chase, running towards the spot where the rat had disappeared and blasting it with his wand. The structure shook again and trembled under Harry's feet, he knew he didn't have long if he wanted to catch Peter and escape the collapsing building. He gritted his teeth and pounced making the whole house creak. His fingers caught the tail of the scum he was trying to capture and he pulled, his hands aching as his broken hand collapsed under him, Wormtail had bitten into his arm and then used his silver hand to try and pull Harry's hand off. Harry made a noise of pain but it didn't last long, he pulled and pulled, opening the bag he had and shoved Wormtail straight in, closing the zip. He sighed once in relieve and then knew he had alot to face, the house was making noises of protest as he gasped, blood running between his fingers.

"This is it, I love you mum, dad I'm sorry." He muttered quietly as he flung himself from a hole in the house, jumping as high as he could through the gap, into the air and somersaulted clutching his bag as he house shook and then went still. Harry made a last snarl and hit the ground on all fours, his legs collapsing under him.

Hermione was seated in her bedroom at Grimmauld Place, sorting out her school things ready for next term. She sighed heavily, unlocking the lid and lifting it up. She searched through for a particular book, but with a sudden jolt remembered that she had left it in Harry's bedroom, after talking to him the previous night.
She clambered to her feet, pushed back her hair, and set off down the hallway, pushing the door open with a small creak and stepping inside. It was pretty much empty. Harry had gone out somewhere. She spotted her book, lying on the bed and rushed over to pick it up, before spotting a note on the dresser; it was addressed to her.
Slowly.. she picked it up, sat down on the bed (dust piling off of it) and began to work, one mouth over her hand in mild surprise.

She had read it through twice before the words sank in. Godric's Hollow.. Wasn't there where Harry had lost his parents? Thoughts swam in her head for a while, before finally, she rose off the bed, pocketed the note and ran down the stairs and out the front door as fast as possible.

She felt the air hit her face before she finally managed to apparate, feeling that familiar suffocating sensation.. and invisible rope binding around her stomach, tightening, tighteningFinally she could breathe and she landed neatly on the floor, outside an old, derelict building.

Transforming back yet again, Sirius had gone red in the face from fury. If he had followed Harry in it was a guarantee there would of been murder commited, the one which he'd been wrong convicted for. Shaking those thoughts aside he stormed towards the house, glad he hadn't wandered off too far. Whether Pettigrew noticed him now or not was a thought he considered once and no more than that, Harry' being alive was his main priority. He contemplated waiting for Harry to emerge, after hearing continuous shouting he assumed he was fine, half-running towards it regardless. His attention was suddenly drawn towards Harry, he stopped in his tracks as he emerged from the sickening place he was elated to not have had to enter. He continued forward, eyes falling upon the bag that was moving in places, the sound of desperate scratching audible to all. He swore under his breath, wishing he had been the one to waste time catching the worthless thing.
Sirius, without delay or hesitation made it to Harry, kneeling beside him, guilt-ridden. Before he could speak as much as a word he was aware of the additional company, sighing as he identified who it was. "Hermione... are you insane ?" he questioned with dismay, not moving from Harry. "Just wait till I get hold of him...." he threatened, looking murderously towards the bag Harry clutched, giving him time to overcome the shock. As long as he was breathing Sirius was satisfied.

Harry gasped in pain, his eyes streaming, with water, his head was still pounding against his temple and his hands were shaking, clutching the bag to his chest. He leaned over his stomach heaving and was sick at the side, he then crouched and pulled his leg from under him, hardly making a sound as he bit on his tongue to stop the screams. Flexing, he twisted up and reached for his broken leg trying to keep it away from anyone. His eyes rolled once from the pain but he slowly calmed, breathing slowly and steadily. He groaned and glanced to Hermione who had appeared out of nowhere."Am I dead?" He asked stupidly, a little dizzy and hyped up from the jump. He shook his head trying to concentrate as his senses became reality."Your not getting hold of him!" Harry retorted, keeping a secure hold of the thrashing bag."No use Pettigrew!" He snarled into it, his face and body cold, clammy and covered in sweat."You deserve this you murdering piece of scum!" He continued, punching the bag with his good hand, his other lay limp and useless. He looked to the house pleased to see it was still and sighed, relieved. He could have ruined everything by bringing his own house down ; the thought made him feel sick again. He glanced to his limp hand and growled threateningly."You stupid stupid rat!" Coughing as he wanted to rub his scar and aching head he looked from one to the other, knowing it was impossible. He simply didn't have enough working limbs.

Sirius wondered how Harry could cope being that close to Pettigrew, laughing momentarily at his question. "No, but I think it's time we headed back." he replied, frowning. "I wouldn't waste your energy." he suggested, glowering at the bag, having to concentrate on Harry to prevent the murderous thoughts from creeping through. "Want me to take that ?" he asked, nodding once at the bag that had momentarily appeared to stop moving. He stood up, resuming his usual casual stance, giving Harry time to calm down.

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