WHEN ANGELS CLIP THEIR WINGS
chapter two
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𝑴𝑨𝒀𝑩𝑬 𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻 care or he had a death wish, or he was daft, or he was all three. Sirius didn't know. But he knew one thing, he wanted to kill Peter and Myy both, how dare she bring him here? When she knows exactly how they feel about him? He murdered his precious Lourdes and Sirius won't let him get away with it that easily. Peter needed to feel the pain he put Ophelia through, the pain he put all his friends through and Sirius wanted to teach him a lesson himself.

The only person Sirius hated more than Peter and Myy at this very moment, it would be Remus and that stupid freezing spell of his.

"It's for your own good Padfoot, trust me." Remus spoke and Sirius could see how tired he was, he could see the tears that wanted to fall and Sirius sighed, relaxing. Remus was right. What good would it bring him to kill Peter? It may help him get vengeance on Peter but what will happen after that? Ophelia will stay unconscious, and there's a chance that she might just never wake up.

To be frank, Sirius didn't know what he would do if Ophelia dies right now. They're still so young and they have so much to live for but now that she's in a hospital, with little chance of waking up and it's like the world is falling to shambles around him.

"You can lift it Moony, he won't do anything stupid." James nodded towards Sirius, who could only stare at Peter and Myy, and his heart broke with every second. He wanted answers. Why? Why Lourdes? Why not Crane? If Peter is telling the truth and Crane was cheating on his precious Lourdes, then why not kill him? Why Ophelia?

Sirius looked away from them both the second Remus lifted the charm. He met Lily's emerald green eyes, which were filled with worry and sympathy and tears, so much tears. James' face and eyes were no different and neither was Remus'. Everyone just felt sorry for him, everyone missed Ophelia Lourdes, the shy yet fun and bubbly girl with strikingly beach blonde hair and slate gray eyes.

"I need a smoke." Sirius told them, then hesitated, stuffing his hands into his pocket, clearing his throat. "Don't come looking for me." And he walked away.

"Sirius ━" James began, already walking after him but Lily stopped him quickly with a hand to his chest.

"James, he needs time to grieve. He'll be okay." Lily whispered and James' jaw tensed before he nodded grimly, pushing up his glasses. "Now, how about we hear why Peter is here?"

"I can't listen to a word he says Lily." James whispered. "I'm angry and I want to make him hurt. I just can't listen to him, I know I'll get mad and do something stupid." He sighed, casting a look at Peter, whose eyes were red, a clear sign that he had been crying and James willed his heart to break for him but he couldn't, he didn't feel sorry for him. At all. And it was kinda scary to James.

"Love, look at me." Lily whispered, her eyes shining with tears as well, and James looked at her, swallowing hard. "Lia was an amazing girl, and she meant everything to us all, so please, let's just hear what he wants to say. I'm sure she would want it too."

"I'm sorry." Peter breathed out. "Really, I am. I didn't want to hurt her, I loved her. She gave me hope, she ━ the point is, I'm terribly sorry."

"If you loved her the way you claim you do, I think Lia would be next to us right about now, laughing at something Sirius said. The same Sirius who stormed out here, the same Sirius I should've left to beat you." Remus sighed. "But I didn't because I believe you're somewhere in there and I believe you're telling the truth."

"I was angry, you've got to believe me. You know I hate violence." Peter defended himself, literally begging his friends to just believe him. He'd never hurt Ophelia. He loves her too much.

"So,what are we supposed to do now? We can't forgive you Peter! Stop trying to make us see that you are the victim when it's Lia." James shook his head, then looked at Myy. "And you, I thought you knew how we felt about Peter yet you're bringing the murderer here."

"He deserves a second chance. I've seen everything James Potter. It's better to have him here, than with the enemy." Myy calmly spoke, shrugging as she did.

Lily shook her head at Myy. "It's not our choice to make if he deserves a second chance or not. And Peter will never go to the enemy's side. He's too gentle for that."

Peter furrowed his brow in confusion and anger. So that's all they saw him for? A gentle man who isn't capable of any evil? A gentle man who isn't capable of teaming with the enemy? Well, he'll show them. He'll show them that he's just as evil as the next. He can be evil.

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Peter didn't know if what he was doing was right. He just knew that he had a point to prove to his friends. The very same friends who threw him away. He needed to seek him out, but he didn't know where to begin and if he really wanted to do it. Peter knew he might get roped into all the darkness but maybe he could help him, maybe he could wake his precious Lia up. She had to wake up. She just had to.

Peter was a coward. He knew that only now when he trembled before Snape, a person he never thought he'd see. ❨ He knew Snape was a big fan of the Dark Arts but he never thought that he would be brave enough to seek him out, Slytherins aren't brave. Gryffindors are, but he figured he wasn't much of a Gryffindor right now, shaking in front of Snape and all. ❩

"Why should should we trust you?" A man came forward and Peter recognized him as Lucius Malfoy. "You could tell Dumbledore of everything that ━"

"I could be a spy." Peter spoke, trying to make his voice a little intimidating, but when Snape raised a brow, fear crawled back into his heart and he swallowed hard, reminding himself that it was all for Ophelia. "Please, I know he's the only one who can help me, I just want her to wake up. Please."

Before the accident, Peter had never cried, maybe as a child and as a baby, but that was it. After the accident, he couldn't help but cry, ask himself why he did it. He knew he didn't mean to, but no one will understand, they all thought he was angry that Ophelia was dating Benjamin. Don't get him wrong, he was but he had been more angry that Benjamin had had the audacity to cheat on Ophelia Lourdes. Who in their right mind would cheat on such perfection?

"Be a spy, you say?" Lucius asked, a brow of his own raised. Peter swallowed hard again. He didn't have any valuable information right now, just that they've all joined the Order, except Sirius, who had refused, stating that his last name is going to stir some unwanted trouble for them.

"Look, I've joined the Order, I could get any information you want." He waited, waited for the answer.

That's when the hooded figure he thought had been a statue lifted its head and the first thing Peter saw was the color of his eyes. Blood red.

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a/n. Do u guys know the real reason peter went bad? I'm not too sure I know it, I have my suspensions but that's about it