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Before he even has time to consider what to do the scene enfolds dramatically before them. There’s a flash of green light and by the sound of the screams he can tell that someone’s dead but he can’t tell who. Relief floods him as the blonde continues to stand, before running towards the figure and Sirius can’t help but think thank Merlin it wasn’t her. Then before she’s able to do much at all, she’s thrown halfway across the room, the hex contorting her body obvious and painful. It’s then that Sirius can see her face properly for the first time. “Peter, we can’t go. That was definitely Amelia and someone dead. He just killed someone, holy fuck holy fuck I don’t know what to do.”
The scream is enough to send a wave of paralyzing fear through Peter’s body. It’s like that scream was the off switch. He can’t move. He can barely think. He doesn’t see and it’s only because Sirius is right next to him that Peter hears his next words. His knuckles are bone white as he grips his wand. He’s scared too. So scared. “W-We...” He’s not the brave one. He’s never been the brave one. Sirius is the brave one. Not him. “I...” Glenda would want them to try. Would want him to try. “We grab Amelia and we run. We run and we don’t look back.” One last fleeting thought of Glenda and he’s darting towards Amelia, grabbing her arm and tugging her harshly down the hall. There’s another spell that shatters the stone wall next to Peter’s head, sending shards of stone everywhere. Something wet drips down but Peter ignores it. “RUN DAMMIT!”












