Prologue: I'm Peter... THE RAT!

Her Pov's

This wasn't supposed to happened, I remember my name was Fayette Acosta. A small Latina-American mixed with Scandinavian woman who finally starting her dream job Journalism in New York! I was super excited to be moving into the big city away from my family, so I decided to take a last swim by the lake near my favorite spot in my small hometown. In my small town, there is a fairy tale about the lake bringing good luck since I always heard the stories at night about the amazing magic of the lake so I decided to a night swim without telling no one. But something happened inside the water, I felt something or someone grabbing my leg and pulling with its rough slimy claws. I couldn't breath at all. I'm dying because nobody can breath underwater like my old stupid fantasy books about mermaids. I definitely died that night until one day, a man voice was yelling at me which was definitely weird because didn't I died...

"FECK SAKE PETER, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!", yelled the scary older man 

 He wasn't definitely yelling at me in a British... maybe Irish accent in his tone of voice. Peter? Who is Peter?

"ARE YOU LISENING ME BOY!" yelled the man and throw a lamb at me without a care in the world. Two icy blue eyes stares at him with so much hatred. "I WISH YOU DIED INSTEAD OF HER!"

I stared at man and saw so much pain showing through just his eyes, the man was shaking with grief and so much sorrow. I couldn't help myself and decided to approach him myself without the care of getting hurt. The man was frozen solid and didn't know what to do, he stares at me with conflicted because this was the first time Peter was drawing near him without any show of fear. His eyes stares at mines and didn't know what to do. I reach out my arms for him which he flinches away, but i didn't stop and wrapped my arms him and pull him close to my body. i spoke to him in a unfamiliar voice that wasn't my own. "shhh" I softly says. 

The man was frozen in shock, his son was hugging and was trying to comfort him, even though he throw a lamp that could have hurt him badly. This is the first time his own child decided to do something, not for himself but for someone else. He thought his son couldn't show any emotions because what the doctors told him. But in front of him was proof that his wife and his own fresh and blood was showing emotions. I felt two arms wrapped around me and felt wetness on my shoulder. Great, i made a grown man cried. 

"Little by little, grief slowly fades. But love always burns brightly."

That happened couple weeks ago, My new name was Peter Pettigrew... The bloody damn Rat from Harry Potter series! Who the cabrón decided I'm gonna be the person who caused everyone so much pain and died by his own silver hand to turn on him, it strangling him and killing him off like if it was nothing at all. Yah, that wasn't going to happened to me. I refused to the rat and I'm not being some crazy sicko henchman! I put my foot down! I glare at the mirror in front of his... now my own bedroom's bathroom mirror which was small, two pretty hazel color eyes stares at me with so much conflicted in what the hell i was going to do in my new reborn life.

"Son", called my new dad which was a nice changed compared to having a single mother in my old life. His voice sounds off which was clearly strange compares to his normal layback, but trying to be a changed man/dad voice.

"What is it Otosan?" i couldn't help say in a different language for dad, he has gotten use to me changing languages since i just love speaking whatever comes in my mouth smoothly. My footsteps was coming down stairs, i almost tripped on air which wasn't supposed to happened at all! It seems like my clumsiest came back with me plus dad says Peter's No i mean my mom was clumsy. I look toward my dad by the door and I wasn't expecting Lady Minerva McGonagall!

"Ello?", i shyly said and approached the front door, but was mostly going to my freak out dad side, my hand gently grabs his and was just writing small Japanese symbols saying Its Okay. He definitely relaxed himself and his eyes soften toward him. I look at Miss McGonagall with a calm attitude. "How can we help you Ma'am?", I asked politely and smiles towards her with my one dimple cheek.

"Why ain't cha a polite lad, My Name is Minerva McGonagall and you young man are a wizard!", She said with a straight face and was looking at me with interested because wasn't a normal 11 year old boy because of my calmness and magical aura that surrounds me.

I heart a loud thump on the ground and looks at my dad who just fainted fainted on the ground backward... That got to hurt, this was going to be a long day i thought to myself and looks at the Scottish woman with a raised of a brow because seriously I just calm him down and look at the poor man.

So yah, this is my story and life in a different Hogwarts

Marauders Era Begins!

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