I am Peter Pettigrew

Sirius can't believe his eyes. His friend who once upon a time couldn't even perform magic properly, now has taken out 11 wizards in front of him, alone and in a couple minutes.

Then again once upon a time he might have felt jealous, right now he feels proud, HIS friend took out 11 dark wizards, Hah. Dumbledore was right to give him the job of dada.

Peter looks up at them "So none of you thought to help me" he shouts at them.

All the ministry workers instantly gain looks of shame on their faces, Sirius does too, why didn't he help he thinks for a bit, then smiles.

He looks at Peter and shouts back "It didn't look like you needed help".

Peter shakes his head while smiling. Peter then waves his wand and all 11 wands of the fallen dark wizards fly towards him.

Sirius starts to walk towards him but a huge green light erupts from the forest and moves towards the sky. The green light forms a skull with a serpent coming out of its mouth.

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As soon as the dark mark is formed in the sky, I quickly put down my anti apparition wards. I look towards Sirius, as our eyes meet, I know he also wants to check where the mark came from.

Some ministry workers come over to secure the unconscious supremacist's while me and the others apparate towards where the light came from.

As I am tracking Harry, I apparate right beside him in a clearing. He is startled to see me. I quickly assess the situation and as I hear other popping sounds around me, I cast a powerful protego all around us, Shielding Harry along with Hermione and Ron.

As stunners are sent at us from all directions. My shields hold up. Two people quickly shout together.

"STOP, that's my son" Sirius and Arthur Weasley.

Everyone drops their hands as I cancel the shield. Sirius and Arthur run towards Harry and Ron, making sure they are fine. Hermione is trembling with fear, no one is asking about her wellbeing, she seems alone in all these people.

I put a hand on her shoulder. "You alright, Hermione"

She shakily nods at me.

"It's going to be alright, okay. I'm here now" I say to her softly, smiling at her. She nods again this time a lot more confident and less scared.

Then I look up towards the imbeciles who shot the stunners.

Barty crouch senior is about to go on his delusional rant but I shout before him.

"What the hell were you imbeciles thinking, at least look around before you start firing spells"

Barty crouch is undeterred as he steps forward. "Step back" he says to me, Sirius and Arthur.

None of us moves. Ignoring us he looks at the kids.

"Which one of you did it" he looks menacingly at them. Hermione starts to panic; I can see the tears welling up in her eyes. I step in front of her and confront him.

"Are you out of your mind" I shout.

"They were discovered at the scene of the crime" he says coldly.

I instantly whip out my wand and silently stun him. He falls to the ground in a heap. Everyone looks at me shocked.

"Peter what are...." Arthur goes to speak.

"He was being suspicious, we should have fanned out to find the culprit, not stood around and blamed kids" I say back.

I raise my wand again; every one stiffens as I mutter "Homenum Revelio"

A light shines on top of everyone's head in the clearing. All of them can see a light a bit further away in the woods.

"That's where the green light came from" Harry says.

I quickly make my way towards the light. That's where I find him underneath an invisibility cloak along with the house elf Winky, Barty Crouch Jr.

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Peter Pettigrew: The Hero who stepped up

In a shocking turn of events, a group of unknown wizards attacked the venue of the Quidditch world cup. Ministry employees and Aurors stood aside watching the unknown wizards torment a group of muggles and muggle born, that's when Peter Pettigrew, a wizard who just recently returned to the magical world confronted the men dressed in masks. Spectators say that he took 11 fully grown wizards down in under 3 minutes.

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Prominent wizards caught attacking the Quidditch world cup

Yesterday 11 wizards dressed in black robes and masks attacked the venue of the Quidditch world cup. This group of wizards attacked the muggles and muggle born alike around the venue and destroyed property around the area. They were soon defeated by one Peter Pettigrew, who alone took down 11 of them with ease. Shockingly this group of 11 wizards includes wizards from noble houses like Lucious Malfoy, Goyle Sr, Crabbe Sr, Nott Sr and Avery II.

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Dark mark and Barty Crouch

Yesterday the dark mark went up at the venue of the Quidditch world cup causing mass hysteria and panic among the people. After investigations were carried out, the Aurors arrested 2 people. One of them is Barty Crouch Sr. while the other remains unknown. Did the head of the department of international magical cooperation cast the dark mark??

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You could say that my plan went well. For quite sometime I have wanted to test myself against proper wizards. I have grown a lot in my magical prowess, so I was confident about my abilities, but even I didn't think it would be so easy.

I had banked on the Aurors around helping me, but the fuckers stood like ducks, doing nothing. Thankfully I was able to defeat the death eaters.

Most of them will get off Scott free but they will lose most of the power they held in the ministry. I was also able to catch Barty Crouch Jr. The news that he was alive had sent shockwaves through the wizarding world.

Now both he and his father are on the fast track to Azkaban.

The best of all, I had set in motion a long-term plan, I had wanted to start a long time ago.

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The Hogwarts express is hurtling along as students return for another year. In one of its compartments, the golden trio sits around.

"I think I'll try out for the quidditch team this year" Ron says.

"Nice, what position?" Harry asks.

"Since Wood graduated last year, I think I'll go for the keeper position"

"You will surely make it; I know how good you are"

Ron smiles shyly "I did practice during the summer break"

"Yeah, with my firebolt and you as the keeper we will surely beat Slytherin this year" Harry exclaims.

Ron gets a frown on his face "I still can't believe Peter gave you a frickin firebolt, they go for like 600 galleons a piece"

"Me too mate, he told me that it was to make up for the 12 birthdays he had missed, not to expect something like this next year" Harry had a silly smile on his face, one he always had when he talked about his firebolt.

Ron has a jealous expression on his face for a second which is missed by the other two.

"Aren't you guys curious about what the others were talking about at the station, why were we asked to bring dress robes??" Hermione chimes in.

"What do you think Percy was talking about??" Ron asks.

"Your guess is as good as mine, we will find out when we reach Hogwarts." replies Harry.

There talks continue, since the topic again and again veers off to quidditch Hermione takes out her books and starts reading.

Hermione is engrossed in her thoughts, although she has the newest dada book in her hand. She can't focus on it.

Ever since that night at the Quidditch world cup, she can't stop thinking about how badly muggle born are treated. Those awful people were juggling and tormenting muggles and muggle born, while everyone just watched. She shuddered at the thought of what if it was her.

When the dark mark was cast and the ministry workers had attacked them if it weren't for Peter, they would most probably be arrested and in a cell right now, having to fight off false charges. She remembered how Barty Crouch Sr. looked at her. As if she herself had cast the dark mark. Thank God for Peter.

She had felt alone when Sirius and Mr Weasley had leapt towards Harry and Ron. There was Peter, asking about her wellness, reassuring her that everything would be fine.

He insured that they were taken home safely, even took her back to her parents himself. He explained everything to her parents and promised to protect her and told them not to worry. It made her feel good.

Whenever she entered the magical world she felt alone, Ron had his family, Harry now had Sirius, she was alone but now she has Peter looking after her.

She could feel her face heating up. Why was she thinking about a man almost 2  decades older than her like this.

"Hey Hermione are you listening" Ron snaps his fingers in front of her eyes.

"What" she exclaims.

"What thoughts are you lost in"

"Nothing, nothing just thinking about the new syllabus this year" she responds.

"Oh, bloody hell, we aren't even in Hogwarts and you are already on about studying" Ron makes an ugly face.

"Oh, shut up Ron"

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I sit on the teachers table right beside Professor Flitwick as he goes on about my fight against the death eaters, being a former duelling master he was quite impressed by my fight.

Frankly I still can't believe I, Peter fucking Pettigrew is a teacher at Hogwarts.

Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's were pretty excited to see me here.

The students have just finished the welcome feast and the headmaster is getting ready for his speech.

"So!" said Dumbledore, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices. First of all, I would like to welcome our new Defence against the dark arts teacher, Professor Peter Pettigrew"

There is a healthy amount of applause, hmm maybe the recent articles are to thank for this. I stand up and give a small nod to the students. Taking my seat again.

"Furthermore, Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it."

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. He continued, "As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the

grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year. This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy — but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts we are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century.

It is my great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"You're JOKING!" said Fred Weasley loudly. Nearly everyone laughed, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said, "though now that you

mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar . . ."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Er — but maybe this is not the time . . . no . . ." said Dumbledore, "where was I? Ah yes, the Triwizard Tournament . . . well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely. The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The

schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities — until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."

Some students look alarmed at the headmaster's words but many of them were whispering excitedly to one another.

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the tournament," Dumbledore continued, "none of which has been very successful. However, our own departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger. The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

A lot of students seemed to be visualizing themselves as the Hogwarts champion. At every House table, I could see people either gazing raptly at Dumbledore, or else whispering fervently to their neighbors.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard

Cup to Hogwarts," he said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age — that is to say, seventeen years or older — will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This" — Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, for several people had made noises of outrage at these words, and the Weasley twins were suddenly looking furious — "is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion." His light blue eyes twinkled as they flickered over Fred's and George's mutinous faces. "I therefore beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the greater part of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when he or she is selected. And

now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

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