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Finally!
Next Chapter! I had some problems with my PC so this took me longer than
expected.

There are
some inconsistencies I discovered while reworking � for example, as Hermione
still has her time-turner, nobody came to Buckbeaks rescue, therefore Hagrid should
be grieving. Also, I have no knowledge of the Britain school system, and I�m
not sure if Rowling mentioned somewhere if there was some kind of ceremony for
the issuing of school reports, or if there are still classes after the exams.
I�ll probably rewrite the scenes where it matters when I�m finished. Until
then, please bear with me.

~~~

The exam
results came out on the last day of term. Harry, Ron and Hermione had passed
every subject. Ron was amazed Harry had got through in potions. He had a shrewd
suspicion� that Dumbledore had stepped
in to stop Snape failing him on purpose. Then again, perhaps not. As he hadn�t
been teaching, he perhaps didn�t grade their exams, either.

Ron
followed the other two outside into the beautiful weather to sit by the lake,
but found he had too much on his mind to relax. I meant it, I really want it
out of my system. I won�t be able to stop thinking about it until I�m content
with what Pettigrew tells me or it�s no longer my responsibility.

�Where are
you going?� Hermione asked as Ron got up after barely five minutes collective
peaceful silence.

�Rat duty.�

�Now?�
Harry was outraged. �It�s our last day here, they can�t send you interviewing
should-be-prisoners!�

�That�s
right, they can�t. I could do it during the leaving feast,� Ron offered
sarcastically.

�I don�t
really expect to stay long,� he added.

I
haven�t even told them I�ve already met him tonight. Guess they�d be angry. But
it�s not as if I favor him over them. Thank Merlin it�s holidays tomorrow and
that�s all no longer my problem.

Ron made
his way into the �interview room�, as he�d named it in his mind,
through/with/via the now-familiar routine of being let in and put under the
spell by Snape. Pettigrew was still in human form as he entered, the cage was
gone and instead, there was a cushion on the floor and a low table with used
lunch plates on it. There was a cushion on Ron�s side of the bars, too, which
he found almost touching until it occurred to him it was most likely the work
of an elf, presumeably Dobby.

�You
returned.�

Pettigrew
appeared very excited and was doing a poor job trying to hide it.

�I wasn�t
sure you would.�

He seemed
to want to add something else, but stopped himself every time he opened his
mouth.

�I wasn�t
sure myself, either,� Ron said. Now that he was back here he remembered why
he�d left so soon this night, and his anger returned with full force. Ron sat
down, lowering his face so his anger was not visible, or so he hoped.

I�ll
just sit this out,
he told himself, and if I can�t hold my temper in check, then I won�t. At
least I�ve tried, and then it�s over. But I won�t leave just because he�s an
arsehole. After all, I knew that before.

Pettigrew
appeared not to notice Ron�s tension.

�Well, I�m
glad you�re here, as I really wanted to say I�m sorry. I thought about what you
said, and I know it must�ve sounded horrible what I said � I didn�t mean it
that way. You�ve really been nice to me so far, and you�re the best prison
guard I could wish for, and I shouldn�t have said what I did. I �� Pettigrew
searched for words, but Ron interrupted.

�You don�t
need to sweet-talk me into saving your sorry arse, cause I won�t. You belong to
Azkaban. And if or why others might, too, is none of my concern. Talk about
what you like. I don�t care. And it won�t make me forget you killed my best
friend�s parents.�

� � you�re
still a good caregiver, and a kind master. You fed me well, and you cared for
me.�

�Had I
known I was feeding a bloody traitor, I wouldn�t have. You know that, right?�

�Okay,
okay. Still, I owe you thanks. I owe you more than that.�

�Then do us
both a favor and save your breath for other things. Dumbledore wants a
confession from you. If you think you owe me anything, then do that. After all,
you betrayed me, too, in some way.�

Pettigrew
gave a pained expression.

�I can�t.
They�ll lock me into Azkaban.�

�You should
have thought about that sooner.�

�I know.�

�Oh, stop
whining.�

�I�m not
whining.�

�Peter, you
couldn�t get any whinier if you one day looked between your legs and found your
dick gone.�

�Bloody
unlikely, with the average rat�s endowement,� Pettigrew snorted.

Ron was too
shocked at his own use of Pettigrew�s first name to laugh or be disgusted,
though Pettigrew didn�t notice.

Perhaps
he expected to be adressed by first name. Which is strange, only friends do
that. Well, I suppose I�m the closest to a friend he has.

Ron pulled
himself together to start conversation up again.

�What did
your friends say when your animagus form turned out to be a rat?�

Ron was
honestly curious. That must have been a giveaway of some sort. After
all, rats live where the most food and the least cats are, and are known for
treachery.

�Oh, they
found it great. And funny. It was the first time anybody was jealous of me.�

Ron
discovered the hint of pride behind that statement and had to supress a grin.

�Really? It
doesn�t strike me as such a � cool animal. You do know I�d rather have
had an owl than an old second-hand rat?�

�That�s
true. But it has a lot of advantages, and was just the kind of animal that had
been missing. We put a lot of thought into the animals we might like to become.
Sirius was the one who wished for something cool, for something to show off,
but he also was quite focused on being useful to Moony, which required a big,
strong animal. He mastered the transformation first, and was terribly
disappointed at being an ordinary dog at first. He came around pretty quickly,
though, as the merits of it were numerous and we pointed out Remus was a
canine, too.�

�What
exactly are the good points of being a dog?� Ron asked. He could think of some
himself, and wondered if there were more.

�Now, it�s
not uncommon � nobody would report a stray dog running around Hogsmeade or the
forbidden forest. Also, it�s not viewed as necessarily dangerous, though most
people keep respectful distance of one of Padfoot�s size. Dogs can be fast,
stealthy, strong, and cute and cuddly at the same time � James found him
fluffy.�

�Fluffy has
three heads,� Ron couldn�t resist interjecting.

�What?�

�Forget
about it. You were saying?�

�Well,
that�s about it. He also could hold a werewolf in check alone if need be. And
he resembles a grim, which is pretty cool if you ask me.�

�It is,�
Ron admitted. �And James? What about his form?�

�James was
happy with his stag and said he couldn�t imagine being anything else, even if
it had some huge disadvantages. Such as not being able to transform in the
castle because of the noisy clanging of hooves, and while he wouldn�t have
attracted unwanted attention in the forest, he couldn�t go to Hogsmeade like
that, or roam the school grounds. In autumn he had difficulties resisting his
instincts. I spotted him chafing his antlers whenever he thought he was alone
and in seventh year he even once started belling as he spotted Lily Evans on a
late walk at the lake one evening. We still made fun of that when they were
long married.�

Childhood
stories can actually be entertaining, Ron thought snickering, as long as they�re
not told by one�s own parents about oneself.

�But what�s
so great about rats, then?� he asked.

�You have
to ask? They see and hear everything, and noone ever spots them. They�re
everywhere, don�t attract attention, and I could even sneak into the staff
room! I even found some passages in the castle by talking to some native rats.�

�Hang on.
Rats can talk?�

�Well, not
really talk, of course. But they can express a lot of things with
squeaking and body language. You�d be surprised what they�re able to
communicate. They showed me their hiding places, where they got food, and as
they noticed I was different, I even had rat girls at my feet wherever I went.�

Ron winced.

�Please
tell me you never �� He couldn�t finish the sentence.

�No, of
course not. Had I been so inclined, I still wouldn�t have gone for the girls.
Still, the mere idea is repulsive � I still feel human, and humans don�t do
animals, do they? Though I believe Padfoot did, once, now you mention it.�

�Eek!� Ron
exclaimed. He desperately tried to lose the mental image that came with that.

�Yeah,
exactly my reaction. But I didn�t stay to watch, so I don�t know for sure how
far they went. After all, it�s habit for dogs to sniff everywhere. All right,
not even everywhere. Mainly there.� Pettigrew illustrated with a gesture
directed at his behind. Ron blushed.

�However,
er, where was I? Rats, yeah. They�re not stupid, I�m saying. And very helpful
to each other. Funny thing is, I could sense Professor McGonagall miles away as
a rat. She smelled differently to Sirius, too, but I downright panicked when I
met her in animal form first and didn�t figure out why until I had an even
stronger intuitive reaction to Mrs. Norris.�

�Does being
an animagus influence the human you are? I mean, are there animal traits you
inhibit that weren�t there before? Because if it changes human scent ��

�I guess
that�s just the lingering odor from recent transformations. Though it�s a good
question, I have to confess I don�t know for sure. Though I guess the
similarities in character and even appearance between people and their animagus
form have been there from the start � it�s our form because it�s the animal we
relate to and has always been, not the other way round. We used to joke Moony�s
form would be a sheep.�

�A sheep,�
Ron stated sceptically. He couldn�t imagine his professor in any non-human form
at all, but surely a sheep was a bit far-fetched for someone who turned into a
raging monster once a month.

�Yes.
Though I guess he wouldn�t really be. He�s kind and gentle and a great believer
in the best of everyone, whereas sheep are only told to be all that, in
addition to being stupid, na�ve and easily controlled, which Remus is not. Real
sheep are more like �with the head through the wall�, or �at full speed with
the forehead into the next male sheep�s horns�.�

Ron had to
laugh at that. When he�d finished, he asked �And nobody ever found out you were
animagi?�

�As far as
I know, never. I guess it�s part of what made us so inseperable, that we shared
so many secrets. Makes you feel superior, knowing stuff noone else does. There
were a lot of people who�d have liked being part of our little group, but
nobody would have fitted in, not after all we�d shared and been through
together.�

Pettigrew�s
face fell, and Ron wasn�t sure if he missed the old times and� this was the flicker of remorse everybody
was waiting for or if he merely remembered bad times and bad choices they�d
made. Ron thought he knew what that kind of friendship felt like � there were
several things that couldn�t be shared by others, by anybody who wasn�t with
them when they fought the troll in the girl�s bathroom first year, or went for
the philosopher�s stone, or into the chamber of secrets (though Hermione had
been petrified then). Common experiences, he found, accounted as much for
friendships as common interests.

�Lily
managed it, though,� Pettigrew resumed. �James told her a lot while they were
at school, and she hung out with us sometimes even. But James stayed clear of
our secrets when sharing memories with her, and not even Harry�s arrival made
him spill them. She was only let in in everything at their marriage, and he
asked for our approval for that first. I gave mine, of course, but we had not a
single just-us-four secret left anymore.�

�Was it her
intruding that drove you away?� Ron wondered aloud, but then noticed something
else.

�Hang on
there. They married after Harry�s birth?�

��No, but shortly before it. Which was as soon
as they were allowed to.�

�Are you
telling me they were 18 when they had Harry?�

�Didn�t you
know? James got her knocked up before even exams started, and she went through
a lot of trouble and glamour spells to hide it at the graduation party, were
she was expected to wear dress robes that were a tad tighter than the wide
school robes. Some of the teachers knew, as well as Dumbledore, I guess. James
was horrified when she told him. Told us he was not fit to be a dad yet.�

�Well, at
seventeen � that�s harsh.�

�It was his
own goddamn fault.�

�How so?�

Peter
sighed.

�I promised
Lily I wouldn�t tell, but as they�re both dead now � James was happy enough to
have her at first, when they started going out together. But soon, he wanted to
bed her, as well, which is quite difficult in Hogwarts. We pulled a prank on
Filch for him so he got a quiet evening, and he told her it was the best chance
they�d get until the holidays. When she said she�d rather wait until the
holidays, he sulked and claimed she didn�t really love him, so of course, she
caved in eventually. He only asked if she took the contraceptive potion when
they were already at going at it, and of course, she was not. Now, James never was
the responsible one � he had no idea what to do and decided to just risk it.
Not only that, but he didn�t tell her so, but pretended to mutter a spell so
she would think he�d taken care of what we called that days the �baby problem�.
When she discovered her pregnancy, she looked it up herself and found out there
is no spell that works that way.�

�No?�

�No.
There�s the contraceptive potion, which works for both genders, and there�s a
spell that binds bodily fluids to their owner, which is quite useful to stop
heavy bleeding or for people with bladder trouble, but only poorly suitable for
contraception, as you need additional lubrification. That can be done by a
spell, as well, but Lily tried it on herself and said she would have known had
he used that, it�s supposed to feel quite differently. There are spells and
potions for taking care of the problem afterwards, too, which she would have
used had she known there was a risk. So she waited for him at the Quidditch
pitch right before the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match of the year ran the
diagnosis spells to show him what happened and threatened to turn him into a
woman, transfer the child into his womb and leave him to it if he didn�t marry
and support her and the child.�

�I thought
they married for love,� said Ron, blushing furiously. He�d just learned more
about contraception than anybody in his year knew, he was sure of that. And he
was thankful he learned it by the way and not during some awkward, embarrassing
talk with his parents, but to hear someone he considered his pet enemy talk so
naturally about things he only heard about in whispers was disconcerting.

�Oh, they
did love each other. But I�m sure they�d have married much later had it not
been for the child. I guess they had a lot of growing up to do in a very short
time. They somehow managed, though.�

�I�d better
not tell Harry he�s an accident,� said Ron gloomily.

�Won�t make
a difference. Perhaps it would even do him some good. From what I�ve gathered,
he mourns parents he never knew, which is pretty stupid if you ask me, and whom
he�s idealized. That little episode would surely teach him they were real
people, too, and that he�ll never know for sure if it would�ve really been
better growing up with them. As it is, he just makes himself miserable for no
reason.�

�Trust me,
not much could have been worse than the Dursleys.�

�Oh. Well,
than don�t tell him. Or tell him what you want, I don�t care.�

��Kay,� Ron
said, thinking. It took him a while to sort his thoughts and make a question
out of it. Pettigrew waited for him to look up again, which was unusual, as he
normally talked so much without being asked or prompted.

�� Peter?�

�Yes?�

�How can
you know so much about people and not care?�

�What do
you mean?�

Again, Ron
had problems to express what he meant.

�You
analyze people all the time. You know things about people you don�t even know
that I�d never think about. It�s scary, actually, how you see through them. You
understand about emotions and behaviour and stuff, and still you�ve made so bad
choices. And you don�t really care, you know why people are doing stupid thinks
or make themselves unhappy, but you do nothing about it, and you�re not
interested. I don�t get it.�

Pettigrew
gave a dry laugh.

�So you�re
saying you don�t understand me because I understand too much?�

�Er � yes.
Wait, no! Hang on, you�re confusing me. Can�t you analyze yourself for a
change? I get to know a lot of dead people as it is, but I�m here to get to
know you.�

�You are? I
thought you were sent here by Dumbledore.�

�Yeah, well,
I am, right? I�m supposed to � er, I�m supposed to convince you to turn
yourself in.� Ron�s voice grew timid with the last bit.

�Nothing
you need to know me first for, then.�

�True,� Ron
admitted reluctantly. But he knew that it wasn�t � to argue with Pettigrew or
at least try to appeal to his blame and responsibility for Sirius� fate, he
needed to hear the full story. And he wanted it, too.

It seemed
honesty was the only key to Pettigrew�s trust.

�Alright, I
know I can�t force you to tell me anything, and there�s no assignment for me to
get to know you. But I want to. Tell me more? Please?�

Peter, to
say the least, was surprised, and judging by the slight blush Ron believed to
have spotted in the dim light, more than a bit flattered, which compensated for
the trouble Ron had saying that last word. He suspected Peter had not heard it
in over a decade.

�You know,�
the man said with a hint of sarcasm, �most people ask about likes and dislikes,
hobbies and favourite books when they become acquainted with someone. You don�t
go for all that story-of-life stuff on the first date.�

Ron giggled
nervously.

�That�s our
third date, and under the circumstances, I think I don�t care for your
favourite books.�

�Pity. Its
the Awesome Auror series by Angus Anderson, and Nine Novices by
Norah Nelson. Though I like to skim through the occassional Transfiguration
textbook as well, and The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle were my
childhood favourites, among the muggle novels of my aunt.�

�I liked
the Awesome Aurors, too. But Nelson�s style is awful, it�s beyond me how
anybody ever managed to finish that.�

�You think
so? I found it brilliant. Though it�s no light bedtime reading, I�ll give you
that. How about you?�

Ron shook
his head, laughing quietly.

�No, no.
You�re just trying to detract from the topic at hand. I don�t even read much.
I�d rather stick to the story of your life. You haven�t told me about Remus,
yet.�

�That�s
true. Very well, then. He was what I�d call my best friend of all. I think we
had a lot in common, both rather shy and quiet, but also curious. I think Remus
is the reason I got most of my OWLs, he practised spells with me so often.�

�I heard
you were not the brightest student ��

�Oh, that�s
just � I was not bad,� Peter snapped indignantly. �Sirius was brilliant,
really, and James payed enough attention to keep up with him. Remus studied
with devotion. I�m merely good, and I�m not so adept at practical things. I
have to understand how something works to do it, I managed Arithmancy perfectly
fine on my own. And from what I�ve heard, Harry is nowhere near his father�s
skills, or his mother�s. Don�t tell him that, though.�

Ron felt
that it would be a quite insensitive thing to do anyway, whether it was true or
not.

�Back to
the subject at hand � I trusted Remus more than anyone, and we could talk about
everything � or so I thought. When I finally came to terms with my
homosexuality, I told Remus first. He really tried to be understanding, but it
made things awkward between us. He tried to be a friend but make sure I didn�t
get the wrong idea at the same time. He didn�t know how to act around me, and
had problems addressing personal things in front of me. It made things worse
when I had a crush on him and made the mistake of telling him.�

�But you
didn�t �� Ron felt consternated by the idea.

�No, of
course not. He made very sure he was not interested, but all his trying not to
hurt my feelings when he simply had to � we weren�t really friends anymore,
after that.�

�That�s
actually tragic, you know that? Unanswered love and awkwardness killing a
friendship, I mean.�

�Well it�s
not as if he was my one true love or something like that. But he even avoided
being alone with me, as if I might jump him or something. And all he said was
�I�m sorry, Peter, you need to get over it, please!� I was in no mood to get
over it, I just wanted to lust after him in secret like before � I have no
intention of raping anybody, and that he felt harried in any way was absurd,
I�d never have done anything he didn�t want. He should have known that.�

�Not to be
rude or something, but I doubt he wanted you to join You-know-who. How come you
did it all the same?�

Ron bit his
tongue in anticipation. He knew from Pettigrews face he was finally going to
answer the question.

�That�s the
longest story of all, I guess. When we left school, a lot changed. We had to
think about jobs and money and a place to live � or at least, I had. James
didn�t get the NEWTs he had hoped for, with Harry on his way and all, and
therefore couldn�t get into Auror training as he planned. He never got a job,
it was straight from school into marriage and caring for wife and child, and
from that straight into hiding. He had neither the time nor the intention to
get a life beyond that. He seemed happy with that, even if Lily wanted a
relyable existence for them � a steady income, a nice home and a good job. But
they lived off the Potter�s fortune until their death. James hoped to go into
professional quidditch someday, but his involvement in the war didn�t allow
that. We joined the � you�re not supposed to know about that.�

�About
what?�

�I�m not
allowed to talk about it, sorry. Go ask your parents about what they did in the
war, perhaps they�ll tell you. But I can finish the story without going into
details, I think. All of us four were part of a group that fought against
You-know-who. We were away working for that cause a lot of our time � that�s
how Sirius lost his first job, actually. Sirius had applied for Auror training,
but they didn�t want him. He had the NEWTs, but they called his attitude
inacceptable. He was a known troublemaker in school and couldn�t take any
attack on his pride without hitting back � When they said they�d heard he had
problems accepting rules he implied that rules were beneath people like Aurors or
him, and that he qualified for the job by wanting it so much. He was so angry
they sent him home that he took the first job offer he got, at the owl delivery
service for the Daily Prophet. He found it pretty dull, of course, tying
newspapers to owl�s legs all day, but he didn�t do it long. He was away for
long periods of time on missions for the � well, fighting for our cause, but as
he couldn�t tell his boss that they fired him. He found work again, for the
ministry, after all. He checked the muggle-repelling charms on wizarding
builings and places and the security measurements that are mandatory for every
wizarding residence. He enjoyed getting out and travelling, though he quit
there, too, when the Potters went into hiding.

Remus
couldn�t find a job because of his condition, and James� mother supported him,
too, for what she called �a filing job� in the library. It meant he sat in
their library the whole day browsing through their stock, and when a Potter
came looking for a book, he pulled it out from where only he knew it was and
resumed his reading.

�I,
however, had a secured job from the start. My father ran a warehouse for
enchanted stuff � Pettigrew Paraphernalia Pickering, the biggest one in
Yorkshire - and I was enchanting and doing minor transfigurations there, mainly
furnishing. I met the others on our monthly night in the pub and sometimes for
tea or meetings for war business, but I met new people at work, and even
started to go out without my old friends, who had too much on their mind to really
care what was going on in my life anyway.

�One of my
co-workers was Evan Rosier. I avoided him, as he�d been Slytherin one year
above me at Hogwarts, but I had never quarreled with him personally, he was
patient and pleasant company at the warehouse, and I got along with him well
whenever I had to.�

�Was he a
death eater?� Ron asked suspiciously. Pettigrew appeared to be very
uncomfortable now.

�Yes, but I
didn�t know that then. As I said, we got along. I made friends with some
collagues, which was a first. Apart from the marauders, I never socialized on
my own � but they accepted me even without the presence of my �cooler� friends.
I�d been so frightened to leave school, with being thrown into the real world
and the war going on � the worst were the meetings of the � the � let�s call
them the movement against You-know-who and the death eaters. Deep down, I knew
I didn�t want to be part of all this, that I wanted to have a life of my own,
but my �� he stumbled, �my friends wouldn�t allow me to back out. They
encouraged me to get involved more than sit around and wait for someone to
assign me a task, but fighting � fighting really isn�t my cup of tea. I was
dragged into a war I didn�t want and that I played no part in. I learned to put
on a mask, to look determined, convinced and prepared, but I only wanted the
war to be over, really, I just hoped not to be given a task that might have got
me killed.�

Ron
couldn�t imagine not fighting. The war affected them all, didn�t it, whether or
not they chose to become involved actively. And here, across the room, sat the
first Gryffindor coward he ever encountered, and he admitted to that as if it
was only to be expected from him. Ron didn�t know what to say to this, so he
refrained from reacting in any way to Peter�s attitude. Instead, he asked �What
does all that have to do with Rosier?�

�He found
out I was involved in that movement. We talked about it and about what I did
for Dumbledore ��

�Dumbledore?�

�He was
leading said movement. Evan ��

�He spied
on you and you gave him secret information relevant for the war?� Ron said
flabbergasted. But then, he�d known that, didn�t he? Peter was known passing
information to You-know-who for years.

Pettigrew
shrank helpless into his cushion.

�I�d never
have put it that way, back then. It�s easy for you to say, such things are
quickly seen through from an outsider�s view. I was seventeen.�

He
emphasized it like an apology. Ron was having none of it.

�So what?
I�m thirteen!�

Peter
stared wide-eyedly at him and swallowed audibly, as if surprised by that. His
watery eyes didn�t blink for what seemed like a full minute and made Ron quite
nervous, but then they both turned at the sudden sound of a door opening.

��The leaving feast is about to start,� Snape
announced quietly. He had the same calm demeanor that left the distinct
impression he was holding himself back, and he didn�t look at both of them. Dumbledore
must have given him orders not to scare me or something, Ron thought.

�I advise
you to talk to the headmaster after the feast. Mr. Pettigrew will have been
returned to your dorm until then.�

�Okay,� Ron
nodded, then added �Sir.�

Pettigrew
stood up very suddenly, seemingly agitated, and Ron turned back to him
questioningly.

�You�re
going to Dumbledore? To talk about this? Us? Me, I mean?�

�Er, yes. I
have to, you know.�

Ron
fervently hoped this was not a breach of trust for Peter. He�d been so careful
to hold himself back, to talk more or less sympathetic with him � or rather, to
shut up when he was about not to � and now Snape was going to ruin everything.
And how was he supposed to hate that man when he was acting so damn strange?

�Promise me
not to tell anything private? Please? Just � just what you have to?�

Ron was
taken aback, but considering the things they�ve talked about so far, it was not
an entirely unreasonable request. He thought about it.

�I�ll tell
Dumbledore as I see fit. Which means everything I consider important for him. I
doubt the more personal parts of our conversation qualify as that. I can�t
promise you anything, though, because if he asks, I�ll tell. I�m here on his
request, which derives from yours, I believe.�

�Y-yes.�

Peter
stayed silent, but his eyes darted back and forth between Ron and Snape, and
the looks he gave Ron were definitely pleadingly.

�Alright then,
I promise. But as I said, if Dumbledore digs deeper I will tell whatever he
wants to know.�

Peter
nodded, still nervous and even shivering frightenedly. Snape nodded to him as a
good-bye, then walked through the door, expecting Ron to follow.

�Well, I�ll
be going then,� he told him. Peter did not offer any sort of good-bye.
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