HP: For a better world

"I don't deny it!" Peter said tremblingly. He didn't dare look at Harry, and felt that Harry's eyes looking at him had completely turned to hatred.

Harry wanted to come forward and fight, but the three adults pushed him back unanimously. Snape also scolded him mercilessly.

“—I just want to live! He who shall not be named forced me—”

"Lies!" Sirius roared. "You've been passing information to him for a year, before the incident with James and Lily! You're the spy!"

"I didn't want to, I didn't want to! But he knows everything... I lied to you... It was... Animagus that saved me many times... But I couldn't escape with it every time... I'm not as lucky as you... Once... The Dark Lord caught me himself..." Peter Pettigrew's face showed deeper fear, "He could see through my disguise and directly use the Cruciatus Curse to force me--" He screamed at the top of his lungs, his chest heaving violently like pulling a broken bellows: "After all, what's the point of going against the most terrifying Dark Lord in the world? Dumbledore is old! He won't come to save a small person like me! I only have--I only have--"

"The only way is to surrender to him immediately, right!" Sirius roared furiously, and Ron's wand seemed to be broken for the second time in his hand. "You coward! A rat in the gutter! A traitor! When you escaped back, we saw that you were not seriously injured and thought you had not been hit. We trusted you - thought you escaped with your Animagus identity - even if you struggled and died there - we didn't immediately -"

Peter sobbed softly, his voice revealing deep despair: "...I don't want to die, Sirius, James, Remus...you are the heroes...I am just a small person..." He knelt in front of them, begging incoherently, "...I thought I had enough courage...but when I really faced that day...I realized that I just wanted to live..."

"But if you tell us..." Lupin looked at him disappointedly and sighed, "We will protect you... Even if you are just pretending, we will believe you."

Peter gasped violently, "No..." He said miserably, "You haven't faced him directly... You don't understand... If you had faced him, you would have been the same as me..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Snape said coldly, "Kill him, do it together, or I will do it."

He stared at Peter intently, as if considering what spell to use on him... Invisible Sharpness? No, that was too common, just a wound that wouldn't heal, bleeding to death, that would be too easy for him... The Flaying Curse was a good one, but it would require some additional spells to use on humans, and he happened to know something about that...

"Hermione, clever girl..." He pleaded with her in a desperate struggle. But Hermione shook her head and tightened her arms around the cat. She looked away and took a step back.

"No, no, no... Ron, my dear master..." Ron vomited in nausea and didn't want to pay any more attention to him.

"Winster! Winster! You are Harry's friend! Severus' favorite student! Persuade them! Don't let them hurt their souls by murdering a sinner like me!"

Finally, Peter could only look at the Slytherin student who was squatting and fiddling with a dusty crystal ball. He didn't know much about him, except for his reputation of trying to win over half-bloods in Slytherin with good intentions.

Winster hated to say something else, "Of course." He saw Peter, who was ecstatic, hesitant and frightened because he agreed to his request, and said slowly, "Professor."

Snape, who was considering how to torture Peter, looked at him calmly, knowing that Peter would not think that he could persuade him to give up revenge.

"Of course I believe in revenge of tooth for tooth and blood for blood - it's fair and it's satisfying," Winster said calmly.

"But professor, there is no need to damage your soul for such things - a wizard with a damaged soul cannot go to the Twilight Zone... besides, maybe you can meet each other after death... there is a Resurrection Stone in this world!... It is not worth it to damage your own soul. Hand him over to the Dementors and throw him to Azkaban - according to Black, there are people there who hate him more than we do." Winston advised, not wanting his professor to commit murder as well. He exposed Peter Pettigrew in front of him only because they couldn't bear that he was knocked unconscious by them while protecting Harry, instead of letting him become the next murderer.

"He will be sentenced to death... We have so many witnesses. Once it is announced, there will be countless wizards who worship Harry and hate traitors. Do you still think this guy can escape alive? This-a thing like this?" Winston added. "Harry, aren't you still looking forward to hanging out with me during the holidays? Hand over Peter and let Black get away with it-you will have a new legitimate wizard guardian, your godfather."

"--You can leave Privet Drive, Harry!" Hermione suddenly realized, knowing that Harry was not living well in his Muggle family, and said anxiously, "Don't let them kill people. Even if Peter Pettigrew is a criminal, it is still a crime! Do you want this traitor to be praised as a hero who avenged your parents? "

As soon as Harry thought about it, a look of disgust appeared on his face.

Ron hesitated for a moment, not wanting to interfere with Harry's revenge. "...We can also ask him to take you to watch the Quidditch World Cup with us. I wanted to invite you over the holidays anyway. It only happens once every four years and tickets are hard to come by... But it's okay if he can't. I was planning to secretly take you away over the holidays anyway..." He finally persuaded Harry and left the choice to Harry.

Sirius looked at Peter, who was lying limp on the ground, and then at Harry, who was looking hopeful. "You decide, Harry. You are the one who has the most right to revenge." He said, "As long as you restore Black's inheritance rights, I can also make sure this guy dies in Azkaban. You can do whatever you want... as long as you are happy."

Lupin also looked at Harry, "Your opinion is what matters most... Harry, those are your parents."

"No..." Snape struggled, "Kill him here, don't give him more chances..." He roared weakly, the Resurrection Stone was too illusory, even if he spent his whole life, he might not be able to find it. But the road to revenge was in front of him.

But he couldn't seek revenge on Harry - unless he dared to admit his feelings for Lily Evans in front of everyone - and admit his fantasies about his mother in front of Harry Potter, whom he hated.

"Teacher..." Winston looked at him sadly, "You promised me that you would continue to teach me potions... My potion has just been successful... Go back to the orphanage? I don't know anyone in that place..." His tone became hasty, and his eyes showed weakness. He looked at him pleadingly and said in a low and quick voice, "Teacher, you can also watch with your own eyes as he was tried and his soul was sucked away by the Dementors."

Why did I accept a student in the first place... I regret it, Dumbledore...

Snape fell silent.

Seeing Snape's agreement, Winston breathed a sigh of relief and blinked his eyes, which he had just used flexibly.

Harry didn't want his reputation to be associated with someone like Peter Wormtail after his parents' death.

Winster avoided Hermione's strange eyes and said calmly: "Who will tie him up and take him to the Dementors?"

(Snape didn't even bother to glare at him)

Sirius hesitated for a moment, and seemed very interested in this proposal. Lupin stopped him with a headache, "Do you remember that you want to be exonerated? You go find the Dementors... more likely you take Peter with you to deliver food to them - they won't mind having an extra dessert next to the one they ordered... Fudge is in school today, it would be best to find him."

"...and, Harry." Lupin turned and called him, smiling, "Why don't you have a good chat together? After all these years, you two godsons and godfathers have never gotten along..."

"Hey, Moony!" Sirius protested, "I held Harry in my arms when he was a baby! How can you say we haven't gotten along..." he muttered.

Lupin glanced at him with a smile.

Sirius spoke softly as usual, and then realized that it was no longer the time when they made mistakes and were supervised by Prefect Lupin.

He muttered again.

Snape interrupted them with an impatient click of his tongue, "Who else can do this except me taking this guy to Fudge?"

He glanced at Black, sneered, and took the potion out of his pocket and threw it over.

"I followed the teacher," said Winster.

They tied Peter up with the same belt that had just been used to tie up Lupin. The belt flowed out from the tip of Snape's wand, moved like a snake around Peter's body, strangled his limbs, and then split into branches to block his throat.

Ron broke his leg and couldn't move on his own, so he begged for someone to help him, but neither Harry nor Hermione knew how to prevent Ron's leg from being further damaged.

Winster kindly suggested that he could just use Bone Growing Spirit - Ron, knowing how painful it was for Harry to grow arms, was very reluctant to do so.

Finally, Lupin remembered an obscure medical magic and carried him out.

When they reached the downhill road they had just reached, Winston and Harry were worrying about how to climb up, and they saw the adults taking care of Peter from behind and Ron floating over as if directed by Lupin's wand. Worried that he would feel empty on his back while floating in the air, they used the broken furniture in the hall to make a stretcher for him to lie on.

Ron lay on the stretcher and bent over with difficulty. "How can we go up? Is there no other way here?" He complained, "I just rolled down this small slope and broke my leg! I don't want to roll down again... and."

"And what?" Sirius borrowed Harry's wand and whispered a spell, and the stone slabs in the slide broke away from the ground to form steps. "Okay, let's go! The injured people go in front... What do you think I am doing?"

"If you call me Snotlout again, I'll stuff this stinky traitor into your mouth--" Snape retorted, "I see that your magical ability has deteriorated after spending more than ten years in Azkaban. You can't even dodge the attacks of a few children... Without Potter, you can't even fight... I'll remember to come and congratulate you when you become a Squib... Squibs and werewolves are a perfect match." He said sarcastically.

Sirius was so angry that the non-existent dog ears on his head were about to stand up, "Some people can only be sarcastic, right... I see you can even tolerate Lily's hatred... Slytherin's venomous snake," he sneered twice, "I guess you are also in front of your master--"

Snape's face turned pale.

Winster threw a tongue-locking curse before him, his smile full of threats: "If you can't speak, then don't speak, Black--" Then he turned his head to comfort Snape, "Professor, don't pay attention to this guy whose brain has been soaked in Dementors and is not clear."

Peter Pettigrew, who was tied aside and gagged, made a whimpering sound.

"Sirius -" Lupin warned him: "Stop arguing!" He separated the two of them with a headache, and looked at the master and disciple helplessly, "Sorry, Severus... Peter is the most important now, please go in front." He grabbed Black to prevent him from rushing ahead.

But he didn't untie the restraint on his mouth, "You should talk less, talk more with Harry... cultivate the relationship between you two." He let Sirius and Harry walk behind while he and Snape carried Ron and tied up Peter respectively and walked up.

In the end, Winston did not walk in front with Snape, but fell behind and went up with Harry. Black walked at the end with his mouth shut.

He winked at Harry, who looked forward to see Snape, who was silently dragging Peter Pettigrew stumbling up the stairs, and secretly untied him.

"--keep your voice down," whispered Harry. "I can't beat Winston."

Sirius gave a knowing lick to his lips, indicating that he understood, and whispered, "You have a good relationship with... this Winster, Harry."

Harry didn't know how to face his nominal godfather... Although he was his father's good friend, they had never gotten along... Harry didn't know if he would be willing to take him away from Privet Drive. Harry secretly thought that as long as Sirius was willing to use this name to take him away from his uncle's house... The money left by his father was enough for him to live well outside.

"Yes," Harry whispered, "we are friends. He is a student of Professor Snape... and we have a good relationship. Don't speak ill of his teacher in front of him."

"I'm not wrong..." Sirius muttered, and then coughed uncomfortably, "...I mean, Harry, you know that I am your godfather..."

Harry did not dare to look back, for fear of exposing his expectations and being met with disappointment. "Ah... yes, I know." He said softly.

"I remember that little girl said before that you wanted to leave Privet Drive - is that where you live now? ... Are they... are they not nice to you..."

"At least they gave me food and drink..." Harry tried to say.

"...So you don't want to?" Sirius whispered.

Harry immediately said, "Of course I do!"

"...if you don't want to stay there...you can come and live with me. The Black family has an old house...I think you can come and live with me if you like." Sirius hadn't reacted yet, "I have guardianship of you, Harry. I have more than those Muggles - wait, do you agree?" he exclaimed in surprise, causing Snape, who was walking in front, to frown and turn back to glare at him.

Harry nodded happily, "There's still a lot of money in the vault left by Dad - if you don't have any, you can use mine!"

"What are you talking about, Harry, why would I use a kid's money like you?" he said without thinking, grinning.

"I am the only heir left in the Black family. All those things belong to me. You don't have to worry about me not being able to support myself after I leave prison. Even without the Black family, my little treasury is enough for both of us to live on."

Sirius's mood suddenly softened, no longer abruptly happy and angry, and his expression was uncertain. He said happily, and planned Harry's holiday life with great interest. From time to time, he also thought of some details of the Black mansion and asked Harry what he wanted.

Harry also answered him cooperatively.

Everyone was having fun for a while, and Lupin looked back at them with a smile.

But the exit has arrived

Crookshanks broke free from Hermione's arms and jumped out first, pressing down the scar on the tree trunk.

"Meow——" it yelled.

"Wait." Winston heard the voice and pushed Harry aside, walking quickly forward and saying, "Teacher, today is the last day of the full moon, right? Wasn't it dark outside when you came in... How long have we been in there? Have you checked the potions you delivered a few days ago?"

Snape's face changed, and he pulled Peter forward a few steps and walked out of the passage. Looking up, he saw the dark clouds dissipate and the moon shine brightly.

He turned suddenly, drew his wand and shouted:

"——Lupin! Go back! Don't come out!!!"