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What was that? Sirius clearly didnât think much of Benjyâs âskillsâ on the battlefield and Benjy felt himself blush at the thought. âErâŚâ he began awkwardly, trying to answer the question that mightâve been hypothetical. âDueling?â It came out as a question, which probably wouldnât instill much more confidence from Sirius.
But the older wizard told Benjy to stay with him and Benjy listened. He was pretty good at listening - when he wasnât distracted or Dorcas wasnât around. Those often were one in the same. But really, he just wanted to get to Maddy, who had told him outright that she wasnât afraid to die. And if sticking with Sirius Black got him there in one piece, he would do it gladly.
Sirius was impressive in a battle. Benjy had seen it while sitting on the sidelines at the Dueling Club, ready to heal any injuries - but it was different on the field. He showed a grace in his movements that reminded Benjy of the way that, once, he was on the Quidditch Pitch.
âFurnunculus!â Benjy shouted at the now-silent Death Eater and, unlike the last time, it hit the wix. Heâd been aiming for the face, but it hit the Death Eaterâs hand. The wand hand, however - which made large boil sprout from the skin and forced the Death Eater to drop his wand. âYes!â he said, almost excitedly, but sobered a moment later because Sirius Black was standing right next to him and getting happy over a hex wouldnât help Benjyâs case.
Dueling. Got it. Sirius would return to that with Benjy later if they got the chance. They better get the chance.Â
At least the next spell hit. Sirius had just enough focus to decide that part of his issue was his form, but they had bigger issues than correcting the way Benjy flicked his wand right now. âGood,â he said, figuring Benjy needed to hear it. Without pausing, he summoned the dropped wand toward them. The Death Eater wouldnât be happy, but without a wand, he wouldnât get very far toward revenge. That would mean fighting like a muggle.
âLets go,â he said. As a just in case, Sirius threw a leg locking jinx toward the other. Mostly it would just piss him off, but if they lived through all this, at least a few Death Eaters would need to be taken alive.Â
As Sirius strode around the corner, he swore and buckled under the sting of another curse. His hand went to his waist. Blood. Not good. He looked up, the soulless eyes of another mask staring back from a few meters away. Sirius kept his hand clamped to his side. Did he even have time to get his wand up? Could he risked it.
The fighting hadn't been easy. Peter wasn't sure if the Death Eaters that recognized him thought they were imagining him, or if perhaps they thought it was someone polyjuiced as him. The second was probably more likely, he was sure that all of them thought he wasn't stupid enough to have played dead for the past month, let alone brave enough to. As it was, they didn't seem too focused on targeting him specifically, and there was no calling out to him like there had been when he'd chased them down to fake his death. Instead, there was just fighting, and Peter trying to do what he could to help the other Order members around him, even if they too hadn't realized he was alive.
He'd been moving to go after a Death Eater that he'd seen throwing what looked like slashing curses at randoms, anger welling in his chest at how easily it was for the other to be hurting people like that. It was chilling, the fact that there was no remorse from him, and that he seemed to laugh at seeing people bleeding. And then, someone came around the corner and the Death Eater had sent another curse... only for Peter to see who it had hit this time. Sirius. His friend was there, hit by the spell and bleeding.
"PADFOOT!" Before there was even a chance to have a second thought, the nickname was out of his mouth and his feet were moving. Long strides, he rushed across the hall, seeing the Death Eater raising his wand again, and feeling terrified about it hitting Sirius again, or if the Death Eater was going to do worse. There was no time for hoping Sirius could get his wand up, Peter knew he had to act, and so he did. He moved his own wand to put up a shield charm as he launched himself in front of Sirius, putting his body and his spell in between his friend and the Death Eater.
Only... The spell fizzled from his wand and there was no shield that popped up, nothing to put a barrier between them and the spell, only his body. It was like everything was suddenly in slow motion, though it clearly wasn't. As the Death Eater fired the spell, it went straight at Peter and hit him square in the chest. Peter felt the sting, and could see out of the bottom of his vision, the silver X that was left as a mark on his chest. It felt like time sped back up then, as he went crashing towards the ground.
Before he'd even hit the floor, Peter Pettigrew was already aware that it was far too late.
















