Chapter 87: Peter?!

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The children had been away at Hogwarts for weeks now and Lily was alone in the Potter Manor. Well, not totally alone since Harry left his cat, Aura, behind to keep her company.

Lily sat on the sofa in the living room with the white fluffy cat sleeping in her lap. She smiled softly, caressing the little cutie who had wormed her way into her heart after the kids went back to Hogwarts.

Lily obviously had been sad to see them go. It was difficult to smile and wave goodbye when all she wanted to do was grab them and come back home. Without them, the Manor seemed empty and barren. It was unnaturally silent. And this silence was too loud for her to bear alone. Without them her life was filled with quietness and loneliness.

Lily had always been like that. She was someone who kept few friends and preferred to stay at home over going out in the outside world. But after James' death, the silence of the manor had suddenly turned creepy, even torturous and only her kids' happy noises kept it at bay.

The comforting silence had turned into something else, something wicked. Now that the children weren't here, only Aura's presence stopped her from spiralling down into paranoia.

The abrupt hissing sound from the fireplace made her jump in panic. Aura growled as she fell down on her paws and glared at Lily before staring at the roaring green fire.

Lily pointed her wand at the fire, her panic suppressed and her calm mind preparing to face whatever that would come out of the floo. Honestly, she shouldn't panic since only friends and allies could come through the fireplace but for whatever reason her heart drummed against her ribs frantically.

The man who came out of the fireplace was someone who had been declared dead for more than a decade.

"Peter?" Lily gasped in astonishment at the sight of her mousy friend. It was baffling to see him alive and kicking when everyone thought him to be dead for the last twelve years. He looked healthy and wore a black three-piece suit. In his hand he held a white envelope.

In the last war, Peter was the first marauder to die when his village was attacked by the Death Eaters. That loss had devastated James, Sirius and Remus. And it was also one of many reasons that made them rise against Voldemort.

Now, here she was, standing before a long lost friend.

"Lily. Beautiful as always." Peter smiled kindly, but there was something predatory about his smile. The evil lecherous glint in his eyes made her feel uncomfortable, it made her be on guard.

Just as he stepped forward, Aura lunged at him with a piercing cry. And in the mid-jump her body expanded exponentially and she turned into a white wolf. A wolf whose maw was wide open with razor sharp canines. 

Peter didn't even get a chance to scream before Aura sank her teeth in his neck and ripped his throat apart, sending him sprawling down in a spasming throes of death as he cupped the gaping hole where his throat was.

Seconds later, he was still with blood surrounding his head in a small circle as if it was some red halo. Peter's eyes were glassy, wide open with surprise and desperation.

Lily was frozen where she was standing, horrified and not understanding what just happened. She uncomprehendingly watched the giant wolf tear the sleeve of Peter's suit.

She gasped.

There was Voldemort's dark mark on his right hand.

Peter Pettigrew is— was a Death Eater. One of the Marauders was Voldemort's men. One of James' friends was an enemy. She couldn't believe it and wouldn't have if not for the solid proof staring right in her eyes.

Aura in the meanwhile turned back into her cat form, padded back to the sofa and took her place on it before curling in and closing her eyes as if nothing out of ordinary had happened.

"What the hell is going on here?"

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"Stop being cheeky, Mr. Potter. You shouldn't keep secrets from your future wife." She scolded lightly. Neville, who was watching the entertainment from beside him, suddenly became annoyed.

"I don't remember we ever talked about that, Miss Greengrass." Harry said with an arched eyebrow.

"Oh, come on! Don't you remember when I asked you to be my husband 4 years ago on my birthday, you agreed and said to wait until we grow up." Astoria protested against his ignorance by shaking his head none too gently. Harry grabbed her hands, stopping her abuse. Before he could plead innocence and say that it was just a false promise, Neville came to his rescue.

"Actually, he promised to marry me before he did to you. And we already are in a relationship. Get lost you homewrecking thot. Bros before hoes." Neville announced and shoved her off Harry's lap before climbing himself over him and pulling him in a passionate kiss.

"What!" Astoria exclaimed from down the floor. She looked at the others and they too were gobsmacked, staring at the two boys in an uncomprehending manner.

They turned bright red when the boys opened their mouths and slobbered each other with their tongues.

"What the hell is going on here?" Iris gave words to what was on the other girls' minds.

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Before Lily could freak out at the sight of the bleeding dead body in her living room, Harry appeared from the thin air. He immediately gazed around with forced calmness, taking everything in.

At last he sighed in relief.

"Good work, Aura. Thank you." He smiled gratefully at the golden eyed cat who gave him a proud meow. It had been her who contacted him telepathically and informed him that she had just killed some 'dangerous man'.

"Mum, are you okay?" He asked, stopping before her and looking at her worriedly.

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