"Forgive me, Remus," said Black. 

"Not at all, Padfoot, old friend," said Lupin, who was now rolling up his sleeves. "And will you, in turn, forgive me for believing you were the spy?"

 "Of course," said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his gaunt face. He, too, began rolling up his sleeves. "Shall we kill him together?" 

"Yes, I think so," said Lupin grimly. 

"You wouldn't... you won't...," gasped Pettigrew. And he scrambled around to Ron. 

"Ron... haven't I been a good friend... a good pet? You won't let them kill me, Ron, will you... you're on my side, aren't you. 

But Ron was staring at Pettigrew with the utmost revulsion. 

"I let you sleep in my bed!" he said. 

Amelia let out a snort of laughter. "Sorry.

"Kind boy... kind master..." Pettigrew crawled toward Ron "You won't let them do it.... I was your rat.... I was a good pet...." 

"If you made a better rat than a human, it's not much to boast about, Peter," said Black harshly. Ron, going still paler with pain, wrenched his broken leg out of Pettigrew's reach. Pettigrew turned on his knees, staggered forward, and seized the hem of Hermione's robes. Amelia jumped out of the way in disgust.

"Sweet girl... clever girl... you -- you won't let them.... Help me...."

Amelia kicked Pettigrew hard in the shins. "Get away from her, you creep! Fucking Gollum ass creep!"

 Hermione pulled her robes out of Pettigrew's clutching hands and backed away against the wall, looking horrified. Amelia stood in front of her snarling.

 Pettigrew knelt, trembling uncontrollably, and-turned his head slowly toward Harry. 

"Harry... Harry... you look just like your father... just like him...."