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Title<\/b>: Animals Need Affection and Love [MWPP]
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: PG-13 for mention of what one might do with small animals.
\nSummary<\/b>: Peter has a close call and becomes an activist.
\nA\/N<\/b>: If you thought SPEW was bad…<\/p>\n
Animals Need Affection and Love<\/b><\/p>\n
\tWormtail scurried along the floor of the dungeons, sniffing the ground every few paces for traces of Mrs. Norris or anyone else. He was the lookout while the other Marauders mapped out a hallway with a false wall, but he had got himself turned around coming out of a classroom and was now good and lost.<\/p>\n
\tEverything looks so different from down here, he sighed mentally. He could transform back, but with his luck he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d get caught the moment he did, and then James would be irritated he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d done a poor job as lookout.<\/p>\n
\tHe scurried into the doorway of another classroom and looked around, hoping to see something familiar. He froze in the shadows when he heard the scrape of a chair on the stone floor and someone talking in a low murmur. He quickly identified them as not the Marauders, and huddled in the doorway, afraid he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be seen.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What d\u00e2\u20ac\u2122you mean boring?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just a rat,<\/i> Peter thought, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s loads of them down here, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not suspicious at all.<\/i><\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just we do the same stuff all the time.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I like the stuff we usually do…mmm, like this…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tIf rats could emit giggles, Peter would have been stifling a nervous one as he realized his two companions in the classroom were both male, and weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t doing anything academic except perhaps Anatomy.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Uh-huh…but there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s other stuff too, you know.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tPeter, now shamelessly eavesdropping, lost the next few sentences in whispers and low laughs.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never done that,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he finally heard.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, but we could try. We could find a rat down here, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tPeter froze again and began edging slowly back out the door.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you seriously suggesting that we pick a rat up off the FLOOR and you put it in my arse?! You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re off your nut, you are!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d be a tame rat of course…probably someone\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pet, if it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s running around down here.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tPeter rushed out of the door, running blindly out into the hall. He bumped into something and squeaked in terror…<\/p>\n
\t…before realizing it was James\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 shoe. Relieved, he transformed back after a moments effort and stood sheepishly before his friends.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153All right, Peter?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Remus asked.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fine,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said hurriedly, hustling them towards the stairs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just fine, let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s get out of here and keep your voice down, please.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t*\t\t*\t\t*\t\t*\t\t*\t\t*<\/p>\n
\tPeter was uncharacteristically quiet for a few days, but wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t say what was bothering if asked. Finally he took to scribbling something down on a piece of parchment as though he were planning. <\/p>\n
\tAll of this strange activity culminated one night in the Common Room as Remus, Sirius, and James were finishing Transfigurations essays. Peter was sitting a bit away from them on the floor, drawing on a large sheet of parchment. After a while, James and Sirius gave up all pretense of homework and simply began a whispered argument about what Peter was doing.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Peter, what are you doing?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Remus finally asked when he could take no more.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Making signs for my new organization,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter replied. He held up a half-colored sign that read \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Animals Need Affection and Love\u00e2\u20ac\u009d.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anal?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sirius asked, giggling.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter said sharply \u00e2\u20ac\u0153A. N. A. L.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He spelled out
\nthe letters deliberately.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s it for, Peter?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Remus asked, feeling like somebody ought to be encouraging him.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know how I was in the dungeons last week?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter replied. Remus nodded. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, I got lost and wandered into this classroom, and there were two students there…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tJames and Sirius were now listening intently, Sirius still stifling snickers.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It was two men, er, boys, er…well, males, and they were, erm…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter began to blush and the stammer he thought he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been rid of Second Year was returning faintly. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153…and then one of them said they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d read about er…u-using small, uh, animals in their…ah, s-small animals …like…like…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Rats?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d James asked, trying to look concerned rather than about to burst into laughter.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Maybe,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter mumbled before rushing on. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Anyway, I thought that somebody ought to do something about it, so now I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve made up A.N.A.L. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s for rats and mice mostly, maybe hamsters, the occasional gerbil…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tJames and Sirius were no longer able to contain their snorts, but Peter continued, voice raising slightly and gaining an edge of desperation.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course larger animals could be protected too, like rabbits…or uh, you know, guinea pigs…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tJames and Sirius had fallen off the couch and were rolling on the floor with laughter when Peter finally stuttered to a stop.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sirius! James!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Remus snapped. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re being horrible! Peter had a traumatic experience!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s made an organization to stop people using rodents as sex toys and named it ANAL!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sirius cackled loudly.
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A.N.A.L.!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter spelled indignantly. James clutched his stomach and gasped with laughter.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stop it!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Remus ordered, issuing a sharp kick in Sirius\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 direction. James and Sirius straightened up painfully and smothered their snickers.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re sorry, Pete,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d James said, trying to make a serious face.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Really sorry,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sirius added, making a James face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153How ever can we make it up to you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You could join it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter suggested hopefully. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Membership is two Sickles, and you get a badge.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I think that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s an excellent idea,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Remus said loudly, shooting glares at the other two, who closed their mouths with a nearly audible snap. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And Sirius is going to loan me two Sickles as well, because I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m broke.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do we even get creative control over these badges?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d James asked suspiciously.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Too late, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve already made them,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter announced. He dug into his pockets and produced a handful of gold pins. Sirius and James grumbled, but dug in their pockets and produced six Sickles between them and received three badges in return. Sirius tossed one over to Remus before inspecting his.<\/p>\n
\tThey were gold, roughly the shape of a prefect\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s badge, and said \u00e2\u20ac\u0153ANAL\u00e2\u20ac\u009d in large letters.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Sirius shook his head vehemently. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No way.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re wearing it,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Remus informed him, affixing his own badge to his chest. James reluctantly did the same and Peter beamed proudly.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But it says…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sirius!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d <\/p>\n
\tGiving Remus a black look, Sirius stuck his pin on violently.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re quite a sight, aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t we?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Peter asked, grinning as he surveyed the group.<\/p>\n
\tRemus elbowed Sirius before he could comment.<\/p>\n
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\tNearly two decades later…<\/i><\/p>\n
\tHarry paused in his search through the old box to sneeze violently. Remus really needed to clean out his attic more often.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Harry?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Ron stuck his head up through the trap door. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Have you found Lupin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s old notes yet?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve found his Hogwarts box though,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Harry replied, voice thick with dust. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going through it now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Wicked,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Ron climbed up into the attic the whole way and knelt beside Harry. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve you found.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Some dorm posters,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Harry ran a hand through the stuff again, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153a few books, and this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\tHarry held up a small, gold badge.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Does that say \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcanal\u00e2\u20ac\u2122?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Ron asked, snickering.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Harry replied reflectively. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, it does.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What do you think it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s for?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Ron inquired. Harry shrugged and rubbed the dust off the badge, watching the gold gleam.<\/p>\n
\t\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know, but it looks like Remus won.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n