Peter Pettigrew had not been having an easy time lately. He could even be said to have been jumpy at every rustle of grass, especially after hearing from his owner Ron and his friends about the big black dog in that mysterious Alchemy Professor's office. He had not slept well for a single day since then.
Fortunately, his current owner's friend had also gotten a cat that seemed to love tailing people, so his recent panic and constant wariness had not aroused much suspicion.
After all, rats being afraid of cats was perfectly natural. He only needed to wait until the end of the term, or until Hogwarts opened Hogsmeade village to third-year students after a while.
As long as his current owner Ron happened to remember him once and decided to tuck him into his pocket to take him out, he would be like a bird soaring into the sky, free from fear forever.
Let Sirius keep playing dog-catching-rats around Hogwarts Castle like a headless fly.
The next moment, Peter Pettigrew saw a terrifying sight that... logically speaking, should not have appeared.
A flying puppet with four rotors drifted leisurely outside the dormitory window. A small clip sat at its front, faithfully holding an envelope with sealing wax at its center that had not yet cooled.
Just as he was dazed by the rapid changes in the wizarding world, he saw a big black dog biting onto the drone's landing gear.
Paratrooper Number One, Sirius, ready!!!
"...What the fuck?" That was Peter Pettigrew's only thought at that moment. In the next instant, he pumped his short little legs at an incredibly high frequency, shot down from Ron's bedside cabinet, and vanished into a cupboard in the corner of the dormitory at a speed that would leave the Flash silent,