"I'm sorry kid, it's all my fault that I got you into trouble... Live well... Don't do bad things anymore."
Peter suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep. He stretched out his hand to push aside the sheets and sat up. His forehead was soaked with sweat and his breathing became a little rapid.
As soon as Peter closed his eyes, he was transported back to the day his mother had sacrificed herself to help him escape from Azkaban prison.
Ever since his mother died in Azkaban prison, self-blame and guilt have been tormenting Peter's heart.
"Live well?" Peter let out a helpless smile. Could he really give up everything, hide his identity, and live well
It's too difficult.
It's really too difficult.
In order to avoid being discovered that he was still alive, Peter had to stay away from the wizarding world and hide himself in the Muggle world.
But how can wizards live like ordinary people
Peter certainly couldn't do that, and he knew he couldn't fit in into the Muggle world.
Even Arthur Weasley, who was the most obsessed with Muggles, couldn't do this.
Therefore, most of the time, Peter can only use magic to solve the problems he encounters so that he can live a more decent life.
Using magic in the Muggle world for a long time could easily bring him trouble and might also attract employees of the Ministry of Magic, so Peter would only stay in a place for a few days most of the time, and then he would have to carry his suitcase like a traveler and embark on a new journey alone.
Especially after leaving England, the language barrier made communication very difficult and made Peter's life even more difficult. He had to frequently use magic to solve the troubles he encountered.
Everything Peter did had nothing to do with being a good person, and he knew he couldn't become a good person.
She's probably going to be disappointed again.
It was still dark and the street outside the window was pitch black.
Peter, who was awakened, was no longer sleepy. After changing into decent clothes, he began to pack his suitcase, preparing to leave the hotel like an ordinary traveler with his suitcase when it got light.
A familiar crackling sound came from outside the street, and Peter hid his wand under the bed quickly like a mouse whose tail was stepped on, and quickly turned into a mouse and crawled under the bed.
A few seconds later, the door of the room was opened without warning.
Three wizards armed with wands warily barged into Peter's room, they quickly scanned the empty room, their eyes fell on the half-packed suitcase on the bed, and they exchanged glances.
"I didn't hear any sound, so it shouldn't be Apparition." A wizard quickly scanned the room and began to check any place where someone could hide, including under the bed.
"It's a man, he just left." One of them glanced at the clothes in the suitcase and said, "Who do you think it is?"
"I don't know. That guy is really alert. I guess he hasn't run far." Another wizard waved his wand at the suitcase and took it away.
Before the three left, they also removed the magic that Peter had cast on the innkeeper.
"Damn it." Peter waited for a long time before coming out from under the bed. He was not in a hurry to change back. Instead, he observed the area for a while. After making sure there was no threat around, he took out the wand he had hidden under the bed and changed back into human form.
This was not the first time Peter had encountered such a thing.
Using magic casually in the Muggle world would easily lead to being targeted by the Ministry of Magic. This time his luck was bad and he never expected that he would be targeted so soon.
However, the situation was not too bad. At least, the wand was saved. As long as the wand was still there, he didn't have to worry about life problems. Magic could make it easy for him to get everything in the Muggle world.
Before leaving the inn, Peter secretly borrowed some money from the innkeeper to avoid the embarrassing situation of being out of money. It was unwise to use magic rashly now, especially in such a densely populated area with Muggles. He didn't want to be targeted by the Ministry of Magic.
So, after borrowing the money, Peter used Apparation to leave.
Peter suddenly appeared in a remote alley. He sniffed the bad smell in the alley, frowned slightly, quickly left the alley, bought himself a sandwich with borrowed money from a roadside shop, and then walked aimlessly in the city.
Peter actually didn't know where he was going or what he wanted to do.
Peter had been wandering around Europe since he left England on a Muggle ship, and most of the time, he just had to avoid wizards and avoid being discovered that he was still alive.
"I look so miserable, like a stray dog. Was Sirius as miserable as me when he was on the run? No, he must be even worse off than me. He could only become a stray dog and wander around." Peter ate his sandwich while recalling the guy who made him so miserable.
He threw the empty sandwich bag into the trash can, then sat on a chair by the park and fell into deep thought.
Why did things turn out like this
Peter had asked himself this question more than once.
If it weren't for Voldemort, perhaps he wouldn't have become what he is now, but Peter didn't dare to hate Voldemort, and he didn't have the courage to do so.
So, Peter hated Potter, Black, and Lupin. He hated them for dragging him into the Order of the Phoenix and for bringing misfortune to him.
In fact, Peter had no intention of joining the Order of the Phoenix at first, but because of the relationship between Potter, Black and Lupin, he eventually followed them to join the Order of the Phoenix.
Then, all the nightmares began from then on!
After being threatened by Voldemort and forced to choose between his family and friends, he embarked on a path of no return.
Peter chose his family and betrayed his friends, if they could be called friends.
Betrayal was not only due to the threat from the Dark Lord, Peter was also seeking revenge on his friends who had brought him misfortune and disaster.
No, they never considered him a friend.
"Not since the beginning," Peter muttered.
yes!
He has no way out!
Peter didn't want to live like this. He didn't want to live like a stray dog, worrying all the time, worrying that Black would come back to kill him, worrying that the Death Eaters would come to kill him.
"Albania."
Peter whispered the place name. Legend has it that the Dark Lord was hiding in the forest of this country. If he could help the Dark Lord make a comeback, those Death Eaters who wanted to kill him would have to give up their hatred and accept him again. The Ministry of Magic that took away Peter's property would also be punished.
Also, Black, Lupin and others.
Peter also hated Albert for sending him to Azkaban prison. When he escaped from prison, he wanted to seek revenge on Albert.
But Peter finally gave up. He had finally escaped and didn't want to take the risk. In fact, Peter didn't dare to seek revenge on Albert. He was treated so badly last time that Peter had some psychological trauma towards Albert.
That guy is not easy to deal with. He is insidious, cunning, and has terrifying abilities. He is known as the young Dumbledore.
Peter suspected that the other party could also use magic skillfully without using a wand.
If the sneak attack failed, it would be all over. The most embarrassing thing was that Peter didn't know where Albert's home was. He might be able to find his home by spending time, but Peter didn't dare to take the risk. He didn't want to die yet. Once the fact that he was still alive was exposed, no one would let him go. Leaving Britain as soon as possible was the best option.
Perhaps, only when the Dark Lord returns will everything be different.
He wouldn't have to live in such a miserable state like he does now.
At that moment, Peter seemed to have made up his mind and resolutely embarked on the journey to Albania.
The journey to Albania was not smooth.
During this period, Peter mostly used Muggle tools, and sometimes he even had to use the Imperius Curse to control Muggles, forcing them to leave the country with himself and his wand in the form of a mouse to avoid attracting the attention of wizards.
It took Peter a whole week to reach Albania by ship from an Italian port.
Albania is a chaotic and poor country. The Muggles there are very poor, the population is pitifully small, and there is no Ministry of Magic. Many dark creatures and dark wizards like to settle in the Albanian forests.
However, this really made Peter a little overwhelmed.
The Albanian forest is not big, but not small either. It is not easy to find the hidden Dark Lord in such a country. No one knows where the Dark Lord is hiding in the forest, so Peter has to search in every forest.
Finding someone is not an easy task, especially when the target is the Dark Lord, it is even more difficult to find him.
However, Peter has a more special way of searching.
Perhaps because he is an Animagus, Peter is close to other animals, especially mice, with whom he has a strange close relationship.
Whenever Peter turned into a mouse, he could communicate with the mice in the forest and inquire about the news in the forest. This greatly improved his efficiency in searching for the Dark Lord. After all, no one knew the situation in the forest better than the residents living in the forest.
Peter spent a lot of time and didn't find the Dark Lord, but he found a bunch of dark creatures, especially vampires, banshees and trolls, and even some wizards settled here, but he couldn't find any trace of the Dark Lord. Although it made Peter a little disappointed, he knew that this was normal, otherwise the Dark Lord would be found if he looked for him, instead of the so-called "legend has it that the Dark Lord is hiding here."
Peter did not give up easily. He was screening the forests in Albania one by one. It must be said that the forest area of this country is really large. At least 30% of the land is covered by forests.
Time was slowly wearing away Peter's patience, but for a guy who didn't know what to do, this kind of boring thing was undoubtedly very suitable for killing time. Besides, communicating with mice was not too boring. He could get a lot of information about the forest under his feet every time, and he only needed to pay some food.
Moreover, when staying in Albania, you don’t have to worry about the problem of wizards. At least there are very few wizards appearing here.
He had decided that if he didn't find the Dark Lord, he would settle down here and stay away from all the troubles. At least this land was more suitable for him to live in than Britain or even Europe.
Yes, there are many criminals living here.
"There are not many forests left. Is it really just a legend?" Peter held up the map he got from the Muggles. The forests marked on the map were crossed out one by one.
Most of the legends actually have some basis in fact.
Peter came to the edge of a forest again. The sky around him had become completely dark. The dark forest looked a little scary, but it could not scare Peter away. He used to sneak into the forest at night.
However, Peter was not in a hurry to enter the forest now, because he was hungry and planned to go to a nearby Muggle hotel to eat something to fill his stomach. He also needed to bring some gifts to his mouse friends.
When Peter entered the hotel disguised as a Muggle carrying a suitcase, he suddenly heard someone calling him.
"Peter Pettigrew, you are still alive?"
Peter was startled, his heart was beating violently, and countless thoughts flooded his head.
When he turned his head, he saw a strange woman.
Peter knew Bertha Jorkins, a not very bright woman who worked at the Ministry of Magic.
"Well, I'm still alive, and a lot of things have happened."
Peter lowered his eyes. He knew he had to eliminate the hidden danger. If Bertha Jorkins returned to the Ministry of Magic with the news that she was still alive, God knew what would happen.
Perhaps, some people would think that Bertha Jorkins was being stupid, but Sirius, Lupin and even other Death Eaters would definitely guess that he was still alive and would come to trouble him. This was something Peter could not tolerate. He had to erase Bertha Jorkins' memory of meeting him, or even kill her.
"I heard you..."
"Some things are not suitable to be discussed here." Peter raised his hand to interrupt, "Let's go out and talk. A lot has happened recently."
Bertha Jorkins hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and followed Peter out of the hotel.
The two walked briskly in the night, and Peter began to tell about some things that happened in his life.
For example, how he escaped from Azkaban prison, why he betrayed the Potters, and why he turned into a rat and hid.
"If it were you, what would you choose? Watch your family being killed or compromise?" Peter said with a wry smile.
"So, you betrayed the Potters?" Bertha Jorkins asked.
"No, I didn't. I actually secretly hinted to the Potters to run away quickly and let the You-Know-Who miss. Unfortunately, they didn't have time to run away and were blocked, so they died." Peter's face was filled with bitterness and guilt that he couldn't hide. He was shaping himself into a person who was not dangerous. "Later, my mother knew that I was still alive. She felt guilty and thought that it was because of her that I was forced to make that choice. She felt that she was dying soon, so she took a compound potion to die in Azkaban prison instead of me. She hoped that I could live well, so I came here to start a new life."
"Then why didn't you come out and prove that Blake was innocent?" Bertha Jorkins continued to ask.
"I do want to, but Sirius wants to kill me, and so do the Death Eaters. If I stand up, I'll be dead." Peter asked, "If it were you, would you be willing?"
"After the Potters died, Sirius chased me. I tried to explain it all to him, but Sirius just didn't want to believe it. He thought I killed the Potters, and used very powerful magic to try to kill me. Later, our spells collided and blew up the whole street. I was injured and had to quickly turn into a rat and escape through the sewer."
"As for Black's case, it was purely because the Ministry of Magic needed someone to take the blame. After all, a lot of Muggles died, so they had to give an explanation. And Black was laughing over there, so he was caught by the Ministry of Magic and thrown into Azkaban prison without trial." Peter couldn't help but laugh at himself, "Actually, I didn't expect it to be like this."
"You probably don't know that my mother donated most of Peter's family's wealth to the Ministry of Magic in order to go to prison to see me."
"real?"
"Of course it's true." Peter stopped and said sarcastically, "Otherwise, why do you think Minister of Magic Fudge agreed to let her visit me in Azkaban prison?"
"How could it be..." Bertha Jorkins hadn't finished her words when she saw Peter pointing a magic wand at her. The next moment, a red light lit up in the night, and Bertha Jorkins was knocked down by Peter's stunning spell, paying the price for her own stupidity.