Alone

Its year 4, and harry cannot stop thinking about how Peter Pettigrew betrayed his parents. He's mourning. And he hates him so much. Until they meet during the summer in Harry's old home before his parents died. Harry pulls his wand on Pettigrew, and expects a duel. But what happens is way worse. Or better.

"You're just like James.." Peter whispers, caressing Harry's face. The boy didn't hear what he said. He's just staring into the rat-like man's eyes. Pulled in. Like a drug.