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# 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 : a private & mutuals only roleplay blog for PETTER PETTIGREW of the HARRY POTTER FRANCHISE - 𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰-𝑱𝑲𝑹. portrayal is drawn loosely from the books & heavily adapted through headcanons & interactions. a study on brotherhood, betrayal, pretending to be someone you’re not & survival. activity - moderate. by sage, 23. they/them.

AFFILIATED WITH ASKABOUND, WEREBOUND & GRYFFINCHASE.

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#* pinned.

a peter anthem if i do say so myself

#i could dissect it #but do you need me to

noburden

“In my friend, I find a second self.”

c.s. lewis / my best friend by the coral / alivia horsley / @billypotts / hanya yanagihara / ‘after party ll’ salman toor / the kids aren’t alright by fall out boy / a summer’s tale / lorde / hanya yanagihara / abed and troy (community) with a winnie the pooh quote @weelezzer / isabel norton

#* 00𝟸 . 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙼𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻 ﹕ study. ❞#* 00𝟹 . 𝚍𝚢𝚗. ﹕ MESSRS. ❞#listen i could write so much about this but #i wont

assigning my character’s bo burnham songs, peter’s is ‘look who’s inside again’ :)

#WELL WELL BUDDY YOU FOUND ITTTT / NOW COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP WE'VE GOT YOU SURROUNDED #regulus can have goodbye :)

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 * PETER + THE DARK MARK.

peter having the dark mark when he was accepted into the ranks of the death eaters (Oct.1980) makes no sense whatsoever.

Despite being considered a low-ranking soldier for his cowardice and general lack of usefulness, Pettigrew was given the Dark Mark and accepted into the ranks of the Death Eaters, most likely because of his ability to provide important information from within the Order of the Phoenix itself.

in my canon he wouldn’t have been given it until he willingly handed over the information pertaining to the whereabouts of lily, james and harry potter. there’s no logical reason for why he would have it a year in advance, especially given that the order were hyper-aware that someone within their ranks was likely a spy, and people were most likely checked for the dark mark when they hadn’t been seen, or when they’d been on a mission as a precaution to make sure they weren’t being double-crossed.

peter is given the dark mark on Halloween 1981 as a reward for his loyalty and success in convincing sirius black and the potters into making him their secret keeper; this included having sirius watched and attacked, but not killed, to show that he and thus the secret was vulnerable if he remained the secret keeper. it was also a show of ‘respect’ from the dark lord in how peter had helped them ‘defeat’ the majority of the order of the phoenix, as peter divulged more than just the whereabouts of the potters, but the whereabouts of other members who were subsequently killed.

#* 00𝟸 . 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙼𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻 ﹕ headcanon. ❞#that's all thank you :)

azkaboo , padfoot.

just as soon as sirius arrived, his surroundings melted together into an indistinguishable blur and even peter, whose movements sirius vaguely registered in his lapse of concentration, got lost in the haze. his gaze kept fleeting from one distant point somewhere behind peter to another and yet somehow, it pierced through the smaller boy. it was as though if sirius stilled himself, then he would let the harrowing images of his discovery at godric’s hollow to flood his memory again. this was his terrible conundrum. he tried to pull himself as farther away from the realisation which was on the precipice of dawning on him as possible, yet he so desperately needed to arrive there, to finally see what stood before him.

it wasn’t until much later that he realised peter spoke and in his shocked daze, and as his eyes kept flicking wildly from one building to one shadowed silhouette dashing down the busy muggle street to a lamp post to the wet and reflective ground, sirius finally registered the fright animating peter’s features. so he wasn’t alone. the only shred of solace he could find in this ocean of confusion and despair. peter was afraid too. merlin knew what peter went through, earlier in the evening when sirius had passed by his safe house only to be greeted by absence. merlin knew how peter survived but somehow, through some miracle, he stood before sirius with the chance to live and fight another day.

❛ i was looking for you. i was going to check on you and you weren’t - home, you were … so i went to godric’s hollow and - ❜ he no longer had control over his voice, his words were clipped short and came billowing out in a tangled mess. james was the first body. not body. james was not just a body. not was. james is, james is, james is. ❛ he found them. ❜ another cloaked body lay limply at the entrance to the bedroom. not james. not lily. sirius didn’t stop to check it because something else edged into view. lily is, lily is, lily is. they weren’t gone. they couldn’t be. at some point, all the air inside sirius’s lungs seeped out through his short and shallow breaths. he opened his mouth agape and it was all he could do not to choke on air. the lump in his throat blocked it. nothing was coming in. ❛ he killed them. ❜ james’s lifeless contorted body. lily’s eyes and mouth open wide. harry crying in his crib. the dark lord’s shrouded body. ❛ i - where … ❜ his knees felt like jelly. ❛ where were you? ❜

peter’s eyes never left sirius’ form, watching him closely to decipher his next move, his next words. watching the realisation cross his features made him think that perhaps he should look the same, feel the same. his heart should have been shattered, he should have been tirelessly trying to pick up the pieces with bloodied hands and tear-stained cheeks, he should have looked far worse than he did. in truth peter had come to peace with the nature of death, though in the dead of night when sleep evaded him he thought he might turn himself inside-out with guilt and that his heart may exit through his mouth if he dared to think of it a moment longer.

he found them. he killed them. sirius had looked for him. peter took a performative gasp of breath, brows pinching together and lips down-turned, he looked as though he was about to be sick - sick with guilt and the realisation of what he had done, what he had caused? peter had watched it, the surge of power that destroyed the house and he had heard it, lily’s plea for mercy, the way she had begged for death in the place of her infant son. he had seen her in the aftermath and thought that somehow death should have looked kinder on her than it did, had seen james’ wand and thought him a fool for his lack of thought - or was it sick with fear, the dark lord was dead, peter had missed his chance for a cleaner exit. sirius had been in the palm of his hand, all he’d needed to do was close his fist, and he couldn’t. he had raised his wand but could not make his mouth form the words and could not will himself to speak them, jaw and eyes shut tight like a child during a thunderstorm.

sirius’ next question made him freeze, and though peter had always been a great pretender, he had never been a skilled liar. there was nothing to show of an excursion with the death eaters, not a hair out of place to suggest he had been anywhere other than where he should have been, and where sirius had said he wasn’t. peter hadn’t known what would become of the dark lord, there had been no need to stage an abduction, no reason to fear the uncovering of his secret. how wrong they were. he shook his head violently, his fearful expression deepening - sirius had always been a good comforter of fear when peter had needed him to be, and he thought now that was as great a distraction as anything. ❝ i - it’s not safe here. we’re not safe, sirius. ❞ he stepped closer again, voice quiet and unsteady - a mirror of sirius’ own - hands outstretched but not touching him, lest he get so close that escape would be impossible. ❝ come, come back with me. please. ❞

#* 00𝟷 . 𝙶𝙴𝙽 ﹕ ic. ❞#* 00𝟺 . 𝚟. ﹕ first war. ❞#<3

peter on 31.10 vibes

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askabound , padfoot.

it looked as though they were sleeping. that had been his first thought. that something truly awful had happened, but it wasn’t remediable if they were simply asleep or unconscious. oh, how wrong he’d been. now his hands were empty, his throat dry and course like sandpaper meanwhile not even half of the things he’d managed to shout at the half-giant were fully processed. the living, breathing survivor of the slaughter that had occurred in his own house was no longer kicking and crying in his arms. he missed having something to hold and there was nothing but air to grasp onto and his own wand. it felt it too. its twin lay dormant now, breathed life into by its user’s magic no more.

there was only one mystery left without elucidation now and before his knuckles could whiten any more around his wand and the fall wind seeped in through the fabrics of his clothes and through his flesh to settle heavy into his bones, sirius attempted the impossible. he emptied his mind of the raging, swarming thoughts and voices, only one prevailing, brought into focus by a single, desolate word.

peter. on cue, sirius felt the pull, like his body was being stretched by an invisible magical force. he had to hold tightly to the image of his friend and allow for no other interferences. while the destination was unknown to him, an inadvisable practice in apparition, but he had to trust that their bond was enough to carry him through the space between them, wherever it might take him.

he saw the familiar figure before he even registered his surroundings. somewhere frequented by muggles, by the looks of it. they were shielded by the shadows cast of two adjacent establishments, the alleyway obscured from view of most. ❛ pete - ❜ he croaked. words seemed to fail him. his voice was barely above a whisper. ❛ the house …. did you see what happened? they’re - ❜

happy halloween @marurder !

peter felt the familiar twist in his gut before he heard the crackle in the air behind him. he’d forgotten about the bond. a fool’s error, truthfully, but then what was peter if not the fool? scurrying back to the safe house on the corner of a muggle town, he stopped in his tracks and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention, the unforgettable wave of nausea and fear coursing through him as he dared not turn around. to look at sirius now, to see his face shrouded half in darkness and half in low lamplight when his own was unmarked, himself alive and unharmed. it would be his undoing, it would be his end - and it wouldn’t be right.

the sound of children’s laughter flowed through the thin space they occupied as bedsheet ghosts, vampires and werewolves passed by clutching their parent’s hands, their bags filled to the brim with sweets. sirius’ voice cut through the sound like a knife, and peter loosened his grip on his wand, pocketing it and schooling his expression before turning to face him. ❝ sirius - ? ❞ he matched his friend’s whisper, raising a hand to the wall and sagging against it as he moved towards him. there was only one reason sirius would have come for him tonight, peter had felt it when the connection between himself and james had been severed but he’d fooled himself in thinking that sirius would be too preoccupied with his grief to spare him a thought.

❝ why are you ... ? ❞ here. it was better to feign shock and disbelief than it was to give in to the question, what happened? peter had been doing it all year, never asking the question and waiting to be told what he already knew to be true. he stopped his movement, a step away from his friend and inclined his head towards him, tilted in silent question and eyes wide, falsely earnest and fearful of the answer he might receive. ❝ sirius, you’re scaring me ... ❞ fear of the unknown, fear of being caught out at last, fear that sirius could see that there had been no fight for the information that had brought about the reckoning they had all tried to escape.

#* 00𝟷 . 𝙶𝙴𝙽 ﹕ ic. ❞#* 00𝟺 . 𝚟. ﹕ first war. ❞#askabound #MY LAPTOP IS ON 5% BESTIE #this is not my best but expect better from me later x

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#* 00𝟸 . 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙼𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻 ﹕ study. ❞

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ok but hdm au peter and his little rat madeleine :)

#i just think :)

my icon :’) he’s just a little ratty boy

phieltatos , james potter.

james potter starter for // @marurder

fingers drum the table top. books and scrolls spread out. a restless spirit to dwell within the boy. silence to have reigned too long, ' pete-- I'm thinking-- midnight honeydukes raid? I can't study without proper nourishment... and I'd kill for some berties beans. ' of course it's both midnight, and a weekday, and neither possessed permission slips. but with invisible cloaks and adventurous spirits... did permission slips really mean anything? and who but his most loyal would accompany him. ' cmon it'll be fun! '

peter’s chin rests in his palm, free hand loosely holding his quill though it seems to have fallen to quite the careless angle! at the sound of james’ voice, he lets out a groan and then drops his quill entirely, letting himself instead fall onto the table with a gentle thud, head caught in the newly established pillow of his arms. maybe he was hoping james would be too invested in his charms work to notice him gently dropping off beside him, but now that he’s been caught out, peter’s restful nap in the quite of the library seems impossible. ❝ ssshhhh. i’m not here. i’m ‘sleep. ❞

#* 00𝟷 . 𝙶𝙴𝙽 ﹕ ic. ❞#* 00𝟺 . 𝚟. ﹕ hogwarts. ❞#hey bestie x #he's trying to catch a few zzzzs