Everything in sight vanished, his body fell apart, and his consciousness seemed to disappear along with it.
Was I... going to die?
That was what Harry felt at that moment. At the very last instant, he had reached for Peter with the Left Hand of Chaos and Calamity. The ability had indeed activated: the black lines of the incantation on his forearm had turned into chains and wrapped around Peter.
And Peter, bound by those chains, had turned into white light and disintegrated, just like Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Neville.
If I survived, I had to have a proper talk with Hermione about just what that hourglass of hers was.
That was Harry's last thought.
Then everything fell silent.
Suddenly, their surroundings lit up again. Sensation returned to his body, and then his vision recovered completely.
They appeared in the Castle corridor once more.
Ron, Neville, and Hermione were all there.
Peter Pettigrew was there too.
Hermione and the others had clearly fallen into the same brief daze as Harry, somewhat bewildered and unsure what had happened.
But while the four youngsters were a little slow to react, Peter came to his senses at once. With a vicious kick, he knocked down Neville, who was clinging to his leg, then broke free of Ron and Hermione and rolled away from them.
Peter pointed his wand at them, his eyes exceptionally vicious. "You little brats, get out of my way if you don't want to die."
The four instinctively looked for their wands, but when they turned toward the corner where they remembered Peter throwing them, they were horrified to discover that their wands were not there.
What was going on?
While Harry and the others were still reeling, Peter rapidly shrank into a rat and darted into the shadows at