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Azkaban prison is notorious in Wizarding Britain for being impossible to escape from—being surrounded by rocky cliffs and also being located out in the middle of the sea. It was also guarded by Dementors, which makes the people of Wizarding Britain fearful for being sent there.
Because it is being guarded by Dementors around the clock, there are few human workers there. The only humans there are the wardens that ensures the prisoners are fed and handle the visitors that came to visit their relatives or loved ones that are currently in Azkaban. The boatman that takes people to and fro from the prison to the mainland is also one of the few human workers there are at the prison.
Needless to say that anyone brave enough to work at Azkaban is given high hazard pay, as it’s not a place anyone would want to work at.
“You must be the first visitors that he had received since he was brought in here.” The warden commented as he led the two cloaked visitors towards the visitor room. “He had no one come to visit him. Though considering the fact that nearly all his relatives are in Azkaban anyway, it is not really surprising.”
“How is he?”
“Surprisingly, he didn’t react the same way that most of the prisoners here did. No screaming or crying. Or laughing, in the case of that Lestrange bitch.” The warden muttered bitterly. Clearly, he must have known someone who was either hurt or killed by Bellatrix Lestrange. “In the early days, he claimed that he’s innocent. But nearly all the prisoners said that anyway, so I just ignored it.”
He tensed at the intense stare he could feel trained on his back, and swallowed nervously, deciding it best to zip his mouth for now. Something tells him that it’s best to not piss off the two visitors here to visit one of the most notorious prisoners held in Azkaban prison—whoever they are.
The warden banged loudly on the door as they approached, “Two visitors here to see you, Black!” he said nastily, before turning and leaving.
Beneath their cloaks, Rean and Crow exchanged looks.
Just what kind of place is Wizarding Britain that they basically ignored all basic human rights for their prisoners and sent Dementors of all things to guard a prison? Do they have no basic common sense or decency?
Even on their short walk towards the visitor room, they could already count at least ten human rights laws that were broken.
“Come on.” Crow murmured into Rean’s ear, tugging gently onto his arm, knowing how his mate is with injustices. When they were students, Rean had actually wanted to be a lawyer of some sort. But the laws in their time about omegas worked against him. He had turned Rean after they have graduated from Drumstrang, and both have decided to become bounty hunters with their current organisation, having known someone from there. “We only have an hour with him. There’s nothing we can do about Azkaban.”
“I know.”
Sirius Black was seated at the visitor table when both have entered the room. He looked partially dazed, with his dirty hair reaching down to his shoulders. His prisoner robes too were dirty and it even looked as if he hadn’t had a shower for days.
Crow winced, almost unable to link this man across him as the young lad whom he had met long ago when Lord Black had taken his Heir to Grim Avenue. Sirius Black is only in his early twenties, yet he looked older.
Many wizarding nations had said more than once that a place like Azkaban should never have existed, nor should there be Dementors guarding it. Sure, wizarding prisons do exist, but other nations at least allow their prisoners proper food and water, and even allow them to take exams or learn skills in those prisons, with even healthcare provided.
“Sirius Black?” Crow spoke, snapping his fingers in front of Sirius’ face. “Can you hear me? Do you know where you are?”
“W-Who…?” Sirius shook his head, licking at his dry and chapped lips nervously. His eyes are starting to look more awake and alert, and Rean frowned beneath his hood. Did they drug him? “Who are you?”
His voice was hoarse and sounded as if he hadn’t used it for days.
As one, Rean and Crow lifted their hoods, and Sirius’ eyes widened when he recognised Crow.
“L-Lord Crow?” Sirius whispered, recognising the pureblood vampire that his grandfather had introduced him to as a young lad.
He had even met the vampire and his mate some years later when they were fighting the war, with Remus stating that lots of the information that he had taken to the Order came from them. Needless to say that when the Order found out where the information that Remus had brought to them come from, there were lots of arguments about whether to trust it or not, as it came from two vampires.
There were times when Sirius had honestly wondered just why they’re with the Order, especially when nearly half of them were as prejudiced as the people whom they were fighting against. Lily had lost her temper more than once at the Order, especially when it comes to Remus.
“It’s been awhile, Sirius.” Crow gave a small smile, trying to hide his shock at the state of Sirius Black. Next to him, Rean could mask his shock a lot better, but he could still feel his mate’s emotions.
“We don’t have long here, but there are some questions we need answered.” Rean said quickly, looking towards the door. He had put up a spell that would warn him if anyone approaches, but still, Rean doesn’t want to take any chances.
Sirius was confused. “I don’t understand,” he croaked.
“Remus hired us to secure evidence for your release, and to also find Hadrian Potter.” Crow explained. Sirius’ eyes widened. “Remus never believed that you’re guilty, but because he’s a werewolf, no one in the Ministry wanted to listen to him. After that Halloween night, Hadrian Potter was taken by Dumbledore. No one knew where he is.”
“Remus…” Sirius looked relieved. “So he’s fine?” Crow and Rean nodded. “That’s good to know. As for my guilt, if I actually had a trial, they would have known that I’m innocent.”
Both vampires in front of him stared at Sirius blankly. The man surely couldn’t have said what they thought he had said, right?
“…What do you mean by you didn’t have a trial?” Rean asked carefully.
Crow shifted in his seat next to Rean. He knows that tone of voice as the voice Rean always uses when he’s mad. When Rean is angry, he doesn’t shout. His voice goes all low which in a way, makes him even scarier.
“Exactly what I meant.” Clearly, Sirius is able to sense danger when he’s near, or he has some very good self-preservation tendencies. He is currently eyeing Rean carefully. “When I was arrested, I was just thrown into Azkaban without a trial on Barty Crouch’s orders. From what I know, at least a good seven others in Azkaban right now didn’t have trials either.”
“…Okay, let’s put that aside for now.” Rean decided. “We need to know, Sirius. Are you truly innocent?”
“Yes! I’ve been saying it since I was tossed in here!” Sirius interrupted, irritated. “But that damn warden refused to listen to a single word I said! He probably took some insane pleasure in seeing me get beaten up by the Death Eaters in here because I was responsible for nearly half of them being in Azkaban to begin with!”
Oh boy. If Crow isn’t furious on Sirius’ behalf, he would feel very sorry for the warden. Rean’s vengeance can be a nasty thing.
“…I’m starting to think it is a very good thing that we never outright assisted Remus with the war.” Rean growled, furious. “Wizarding Britain had broken so many laws and is so prejudiced that I’m almost amazed you lot aren’t abandoned by Lady Magic yet!”
“We should have left.” Sirius whispered, heartbroken. “When we knew that Lily and James and even little Harry were in danger, we should have left, screw the war. James and Lily wanted to do that the moment they heard about this prophecy that detailed that only little Harry or Neville could defeat Voldemort, but Dumbledore persuaded them to stay. He said that us leaving would only lead more people to leave, and Britain would fall. We should have left, screw what he said!” There were tears almost visible in Sirius’ eyes. “If we did, then James and Lily wouldn’t be dead!”
Crow and Rean exchanged looks. They were very interested about this prophecy that Sirius had mentioned, but now isn’t the time.
“Sirius, we need to know what you know in order to secure your release.” Crow said quickly. “Obviously, we can break you out if we have to, but we’ll rather not. We will rather have you walk out of here as a free man. We need to know what you know.”
“I was never the Potters’ Secret Keeper.” Sirius shook his head. “James wanted me to become theirs, but I thought it would be too obvious. Especially since not only was I James’ best friend and his cousin, I was also Hadrian’s magically sworn godfather. Furthermore, I was an active Auror. It would be too easy for the Death Eaters to overwhelm me and to get the secret out of my mind. I might be skilled in the mind arts, but from what we know, Voldemort is a master at it.”
“Is there any evidence we can secure that would prove your innocence?” Crow asked. “Anything that will qualify for a ‘retrial’, even if you never had one to begin with.”
“James and Lily said that they stated the identity of their Secret Keeper in their Final Will.” Sirius said after taking a moment to think, “but you will need to find Peter to get that solid evidence.”
“Peter? As in Peter Pettigrew?” Rean is giving Sirius odd looks, now not entirely certain that Sirius is entirely unaffected by the Dementors in Azkaban. “He’s dead.”
“He’s not. Believe me, he’s not.” Sirius said immediately with a shake of his head. “I suggested Peter as James and Lily’s Secret Keeper. I thought it to be the perfect plan. The perfect bluff. Voldemort would never think that they would use him, and would be sure to come after me. Who knows that he’s really as much of a rat as he looks!” Sirius looked furious.
“Sirius, I need you to elaborate on that statement.” Crow said sharply. “What do you mean by that? Why do you think that Peter Pettigrew is still alive?”
“Because he is.” Sirius said, looking equal parts heartbroken and furious. He hesitated, and sighed. “Ah, screw it. Considering that you’re both part of the Shadowcloaks, you probably won’t care if I break the law, anyway.”
Crow hid a smile. Of course the Black Heir would know and understand how the underground works. The Black family had been one of the Shadowcloaks’ sponsors for a long time. It only makes sense that Lord Arcturus Black had educated his Heir on everything he needs to know. If things had been different, with Sirius Black’s personality and charm, Crow suspects that the man would fit in quite well with their organisation. As would Remus.
“We’re illegal Animagus.” Sirius revealed, looking from Rean to Crow. “We have been since our Fifth Year at Hogwarts. Me, James and Peter. I’m a black dog—a Grim really. James was a stag. And Peter… He’s a rat. We all became one to help Remus with his transformations at school. My Animagus form had been helping me to keep my mind whilst in Azkaban.”
“Well…” Crow finally found his tongue. “I sure wasn’t expecting that. So I guess Peter transformed in the confusion of that explosion, and easily faked his death?”
Sirius nodded. “I cornered him in that street. I thought that with so many people, he surely wouldn’t do anything. I underestimated how crafty and ruthless he could be.” He let out a bitter laugh. “He screamed for the whole street to hear how I’ve betrayed James and Lily, and used his wand that was hidden behind his back to cast a Blasting Curse that killed twelve Muggles. Even cut off his finger to fake his own death. And I laughed. Because I should have seen it coming. What with all the lies and secrets that Peter had done since our Sixth Year. Even prior to that Halloween night, Remus had told me that he could smell deception and lies on Peter. But I didn’t want to believe that weak little Peter would be a traitor and had joined the Dark Lord even before we’ve graduated.”
“A rat…” Rean murmured, his brows creasing. “It’s not going to be easy to find him.” Crow nodded solemnly. “But if he’s in hiding, no doubt he would be with a magical family. If so that he can get information on anything happening.” He exchanged looks with his mate who nodded.
“And you said that the Potters’ will would also prove your innocence?” Crow asked, and Sirius nodded. “I got one question for you, Sirius, considering that the will was never read. Does Dumbledore know about the will?”
Sirius looked bewildered; whether it be at the question or at the fact that the will was never read. “Of course he does!” Sirius honestly looked bewildered. “Dumbledore was one of the witnesses when the will was made! I was another. And so is Alice Longbottom. James and Lily were very thorough when they made their will, what with the danger that they are in. They even made a list of guardians that Hadrian is to go to should anything happen to them. I was just one of those guardians. If I wasn’t available, he is to go to Alice and Frank. And if not them, then Marlene, or even Batilda Bagshot. And I’m sure I saw one of Lord Potter’s friends on that list too. Lord Krum or something, I think.” Sirius frowned, trying to remember the name. But due to the Dementors, his memory is fuzzy.
Rean frowned at the mention of the name, but said nothing, merely leaning forward. “Who’s the executor of the will?”
“Dumbledore.”
Crow scowled. “…I knew it.”
That meddling old coot had meddled in affairs one too many times for his liking. While he might portray himself as all powerful, and with powerful international friends, the truth is that Dumbledore isn’t popular and well-liked overseas—especially with countries like Bulgaria and those that have suffered during the height of Grindelwald’s rise to power.
“He must have sealed the will.” Rean agreed wryly, “especially since he is Chief Warlock.” Rean felt sorry for Sirius whose eyes have widened upon realising that Dumbledore could have gotten a trial for him, but never did.
“We need to find Peter Pettigrew.” Crow decided, and Rean nodded. “Maybe Remus would have a photo or something of his transformed state? And we also need to find Hadrian Potter.”
“I don’t care what happens to me!” Sirius blurted out, his eyes wide upon realising that in front of him are his two best chances at ensuring his godson, his little Bambi, is safe and taken care of. “I will stay in Azkaban for as long as necessary if I have to! Just find Hadrian!”
“It’ll actually be easier for you or even Remus to hold custody over Hadrian Potter if we can secure the evidence to prove your innocence first.” Crow said, knowing how the laws of Britain works, “considering that Remus is a werewolf. Besides, your grandfather named you as his Heir, and you were never given a trial and thus convicted, so that makes you Lord Black after your grandfather. Though Arcturus is still alive, though he’s extremely sick and weak now. And with how at least a good half of the Black family is currently in Azkaban, there isn’t much he can do to get a trial for you. From what we could find out, he did try. But he’s so sick now that there isn’t much he can do.” He added, much to Sirius’ shock, with the man trying to imagine his stern and strong grandfather dying.
“Part of the reason why we’re even back in Britain to begin with is a favour that your grandfather called in with the Shadowcloaks.” Rean explained sympathetically, “We know Arcturus personally, so we told the guild that we will come.” He gestured towards himself and Crow, “Arcturus’ request is just to ensure that someone get you a trial, as he too didn’t believe that you’re guilty. Lord Charlus Potter is his brother-in-law.”
“Family trumps all.” Sirius murmured. “Grandfather taught me that since I was young. I thought it strange, considering that he did manage to get trials arranged for Bellatrix and her husband. Though if Dumbledore is involved…” He closed his eyes.
Unlike his friends, Sirius had never fully trusted Dumbledore since he was a student. Dumbledore more than likely knows it, and it might even be part of the reason why he never interfered when Sirius was thrown into Azkaban without a trial on Barty Crouch’s orders.
Lord Charlus Potter too didn’t trust Dumbledore. And while James looked up to Dumbledore, he didn’t allow the man to dictate what he did with his Lordship—like when Charlus passed away just after Hadrian’s birth, Dumbledore ‘offered’ to be James’ proxy in the Wizengamot, but the latter had refused. He even refused to allow Dumbledore access to the Potter grimoire or even their heirlooms.
Sirius remembered lots of shouting matches during Order meetings when Dumbledore had tried to push for it, citing that he just wants to examine the famed Potter invisibility cloak, but James had stood his ground. The members in the Order that too were from families that had grimoires and heirlooms like Frank, Marlene and even Alice have backed James up.
With the potential of fracturing the Order, Dumbledore had backed down. But since that day, the Marauders and even Frank and Alice as well as a good section of the Order have never trusted Dumbledore fully since. Especially not with the way they have seen how Dumbledore allows Snape and even a good portion of the Order to verbally abuse Remus or treat him like he has some infectious disease and did nothing.
Lily especially was quite ferocious in her defence of Remus, especially when she was pregnant, and thus, highly emotional.
Snape very quickly learned to keep his mouth shut where Remus is concerned, especially when Lily is around; particularly after the fiery redhead had slapped him across the face.
Sirius knew for one that when James and Lily have made and filed their will, they have kept all Potter heirlooms and even the family grimoire in the main family vault that could only be accessed by someone with Potter blood—leaving everything to their son if anything happened to them. Even their journals were kept in there.
“So to sum it up, Peter Pettigrew is the Secret Keeper, and not you?” Rean questioned, and Sirius nodded slowly. Rean exchanged looks with his mate. “I never met the guy. But do you think you can find something of his? I can only track him with his magic if I had something that belonged to him.”
“Shouldn’t be an issue.” Crow murmured. “Even if Remus doesn’t have anything of his, I’m sure that we might be able to find his hair or something in Hogwarts still. No matter how you clean a place magically, traces of the occupants will still remain in there for years. Their scents too.”
“You can find Peter?” Sirius asked, his heart thumping in his chest.
“Sure could.” Crow nodded. “Rean can see magic.” He revealed, much to Sirius’ surprise. “He has Mage Sight. It’s an ability that amplified after I turned him. When we were students, he had to switch it off, or he’ll likely be in the infirmary every single day due to the headaches.” Being a magical school, Drumstrang is saturated with magic, especially with the wards and barriers around it. “And back in our day, people with Mage Sight are even rarer than they are now. And coupled with the fact that Rean is an omega, and you can guess that he has no shortage of suitors.”
Rean laughed, “Yes, and I fell for this cocky senior pureblood vampire that has nothing better to do but swindle a Galleon out of an innocent first year.” He mock glared at Crow who whistled innocently, much to Sirius’ amusement. “Towa—she’s the student leader in Crow’s year at that time, wanted to throttle him when she’d heard about the incident.”
“She still brings it up whenever we’re back in Bulgaria.” Crow snorted. “Towa always had a soft spot for you.”
Sirius only watched this banter with amusement. They reminded him of James and Lily when they started dating. Though if Rean has Mage Sight, it does explain why they’re some of the top bounty hunters in the world, and able to find anyone they want to. No one is safe from Rean should he be able to identify their magical signature.
Sirius didn’t have that gift, but a Black ancestor long ago had that same gift, and what he’d written in his journal had implied as such.
These days, probably due to all the inbreeding, the Black line had lost lots of the gifts that they were once famous for.
“We should probably go soon.” Crow said, exchanging looks with Rean who nodded. “We got a rat to catch.”
“I’ll be waiting.” Sirius promised, even as he watched the two vampires pull the hoods over their heads and left the room silently.
But for the first time in three years, Sirius Black felt something that he had never felt before since he had realised he was abandoned.
Hope.
Fortunately for the two bounty hunters, they didn’t have to traipse all the way to Hogwarts to hopefully get a lock on Peter Pettigrew’s magic—whether that be by one of his exam papers or assignments, or even just looting about in his old dorm.
With it currently being term time, it will be difficult even for vampires to slip into the castle unseen, even if the dark creatures ward around Hogwarts was removed—something that both bounty hunters suspect was done years before to allow Remus to attend.
Being educated in Drumstrang, the bounty hunters knew that removing one of the most important wards would only weaken the warding scheme of Hogwarts which would prove to be disastrous in the long run, as any ward breaker and rune master could tell them.
Honestly, when Hogwarts is first set up, Downworlders were allowed to attend. There really is no need for Dumbledore to remove the ward, as the ‘dark creatures ward’ is there to prevent Downworlders that meant harm on the occupants from entering. Both vampires were unsure if Dumbledore knows this or just assumed he knew best, and went ahead with weakening Hogwarts’ defences anyway.
With the low quality of education there is in Hogwarts, it’s honestly a marvel that the ICW hasn’t stepped in yet.
Remus Lupin, when he’d heard about what Crow and Rean needs, is more than happy to present the two vampires with a scarf that used to belong to Peter Pettigrew, and which he’d left behind at the Potters’ cottage one time when he was visiting after Hadrian was born.
After that Halloween night, Remus was quick to head to Godric’s Hollow to check things out, but was dismayed to see it half destroyed, and with the Ministry already quick to move in to secure it as a historical heritage site—despite the fact that the cottage is Potter property. Wizards and witches have already been by to loot the house—taking ‘souvenirs’, much to Remus’ anger.
Thankfully, Batilda Bagshot whom Remus had popped by to visit, had managed to secure most of James and Lily’s belongings in the cottage when she had heard about the Ministry’s intentions. Little things like pictures, Hadrian’s baby blanket that Lily had made by hand for him, his toys, and even James and Lily’s wands and Lily’s jewellery as well as James’ watch that is something that had been passed down from father to son for generations in the Potter family.
Everything that she could get her hands on, Batilda had secured and kept it hidden, especially after the Ministry goons had come around to preserve the Potter cottage as a historical site and to also use it as a tourist attraction, much to her anger, as Batilda is of the opinion that if anything, they should repair the cottage and hand it over to Hadrian, as it is his property.
Batilda was however shrewd enough to keep quiet about her opinion and even the fact that she’d taken and secured the belongings of James and Lily when the Ministry had questioned her, intending to keep and preserve those for Hadrian once he is old enough, but is happy enough to turn it over to Remus when he had promised to hand it over to Hadrian once he could be found.
The old woman had however admitted that she couldn’t find the Potters’ kitten who had absolutely adored and loved Harry since Lily had gotten him. The part-kneazle had disappeared not long after that Halloween, and Remus had wondered if Crookshanks had even survived the attack. The kitten would never have left Hadrian’s side, and the baby in turn had adored the feline.
Being the only other witch in the village, Lily got on amazingly well with Batilda, and the old woman had doted on little Hadrian. It is of little wonder that Lily and James have put her name as one of the potential guardians for their child.
Apparently, Remus isn’t the only one angered about the injustices caused to the Potter family and their allies, if the rant by Batilda is of any indication. The old woman doesn’t seem to be a fan of Dumbledore either; and is clearly old enough to remember what had really happened between him and her nephew when most of Britain doesn’t remember any longer.
“Anything, babe?” Crow asked, trying to ignore the intense gaze of Remus Lupin in Moon’s Dew, and the interested look of Jonas the bartender, or even of the curious looks that the group of goblins in a corner were giving them.
Rean was holding onto Peter Pettigrew’s old Gryffindor scarf, frowning as he stared at the scarf in his hand for several long moments without saying anything. Not for the first time, Crow would have given his arm to be able to see what Rean could see; as the first time he had actually seen the then first year in Drumstrang, all Rean would say is, “you shine too bright”.
“Yeah. The strand is faint, but it’s still there.” Rean said at last, much to Remus’ relief. “I can track him.”
“Oh, thank Hecate.” Remus sighed with relief. “That means once you secure him, Sirius will be free, right?”
“Well, you still need to get a lawyer for him.” Crow advised, and Remus paled, with the werewolf wondering which lawyer in Britain would agree to represent Sirius Black; that is if he even had the funds to begin with.
“Isn’t Sirius’ cousin a lawyer?” Rean asked, tucking the scarf away in his bag. “Couldn’t you ask her for help?”
“Cousin? Oh, you mean Andromeda?” Remus smiled as he recalled the woman whom Sirius had often dragged him along to visit when they were still in Hogwarts. She had an adorable daughter, Remus recalled—probably only about six to seven years older than Hadrian. “Yeah, maybe she can help. She never did believe that Sirius betrayed James and Lily, either. But considering that she married a muggle-born, the Ministry wouldn’t listen to her.”
“Right, you secure the rights to a lawyer for Sirius. And as she’s a lawyer, she can probably see about getting the Potters’ will unsealed.” Crow said cheerfully, and Remus nodded slowly. Knowing James and Lily, they likely filed the original will in Gringotts as it is. “We’ll be securing Peter Pettigrew.”
“Get an unbreakable cage to hold him.” Remus said wryly, much to Crow’s amusement. “And don’t feed him.”
XXXXXX
The rodent once known as Wormtail, and now christened with the name Scabbers, was having quite the time of his life.
Being mistaken as a common garden rat when he was scuttling in the gardens of the Weasley property when the third son was degnoming their garden; the child had asked his parents if he could keep the rat as a pet, to which Arthur and Molly have agreed.
Percy Weasley might be unlike the other more boisterous Weasley children, but he had treated his pet well; always ensuring that ‘Scabbers’ is fed and clean before he had his own dinner and even before he went to bed.
Scabbers too had a clean cage with old newspapers lining the floor of the cage to give him a comfy bed, being placed on the desk in Percy’s room.
It is an easy life, being a rat; as there are only two people left in the world now that even knew what Peter Pettigrew is. And say what you want about Molly Weasley, but the woman can really cook, and ‘Scabbers’ had enjoyed the scraps of food that he gets.
“…This is him?”
“No mistake. Besides, we can smell it anyway. He’s no rat.”
“Get him in that cage. I’ll make it look like the boy’s pet had run away. Honestly, pretending to be a child’s pet and sleeping in the same room as a young boy. This Pettigrew better be ready to answer a lot of questions. Least of all, being a paedophile.”
‘Scabbers’ blinked opened his beady black eyes sleepily, being roused from a nice dream of being surrounded by beautiful women on a beach, and with his old ‘friends’ being his followers instead of the other way around.
‘What is going on?’ ‘Scabbers’ wondered.
The rodent then froze when he realised that he’s staring out of the bars of a sturdy looking cage, and at two unfamiliar figures standing under the apple tree in the Weasleys’ orchard. And from the fangs protruding from the lips of the silver haired man, it is obvious what they are immediately.
‘Vampire.’ ‘Scabbers’ thought frantically, trying to transform, but found that he couldn’t get his magic to work. ‘What’s going on?’
He squeaked when the cage he is in moved, and he was raised to the eye level of the smaller vampire—probably an omega.
“Don’t bother trying to transform. There are special spells and wards weaved into this cage to prevent Animagus transformation, and even magic being performed in it.” The lilac eyed vampire informed the panicking rodent. “Your friend sends his regards. Enjoy your life while it still lasts, for it will not last long. Even if the Ministry simply tossed you into Azkaban, you won’t be safe from us.”
“You won’t be able to run any longer.” The other vampire said, his ruby red eyes causing a shiver to run down the rodent’s spine. “But for now, you are coming with us, Peter Pettigrew.”