Truths can be harsh || Peter & Sev || 11.09.1978
Severus, famous for holding up walls, was holding up a wall right next to an immobile cartoonish witch that looked like she’d crashed into it broom first. He hated muggle decorations that weren’t accurate. Witches did not have green hands and faces, or giant moles. Some part of him wished he could throw a few muggles who came up with these ideas into the wizarding community to see the truth. However, the witch was not his concern at the moment. His concern was Peter, who he’d pulled off to the side after quite a few glasses of Cardi’s punch, and decided to spout the question that had been bothering him all along. Why do you think James and Sirius hated me so much?
Peter’s response had startled him. It also should have given him some kind of clue that the vial he’d been missing, veritserum, had been added to the punch bowls at the party they had found themselves at. He glanced down to the shirt Peter wore, shaking his head softly before focusing on his feet. “I should have known it was stupid,” he took another sip. The effects of truth serum were hard to decipher, sometimes, especially in the strain he’d created, it gave one the feeling of floating. Much like alcohol. So of course, he wouldn’t notice or connect the two until much later. “Sirius was such a fuckin prat. I really thought he only did it because of James, you know. I knew James wanted Lily, it was bloody obvious. He practically kissed the fuckin ground she walked on.”
He set the drink on the table beside him, with only a few sips left in the cup, “And Sirius worships James. Worships him! I’m not mad at James anymore...It seemed stupid to hold it against him though. Does Remus know what Sirius did? I hope not. Don’t tell Remus. No one can tell him.” If inquired as to where all of that came from, he wouldn’t have had a straight answer. It was a jumbled floaty mess in his head that had to come out. He buried his face in his hands for a second before taking a deep breath.
