Peter stared. Of all the things he might have expected, this was nowhere on the list. He felt his palms dampen with sweat.

SQUEAK! The command rang in his ears like the echo of a broken bell. The skeleton rat pointed its tiny scythe at him, and he shuddered as he transformed into Wormtail.

His whiskers twitched. The scent of dog and man lay heavily intertwined in the air. Before his eyes, a second form appeared as though from behind a veil, and he tasted true fear.

"Hello, Peter," said Sirius, smiling.

SQUEAK, said the Death of Rats.

Peter ran.

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