The Headmaster's office was quiet, its heavy curtains drawn shut against the world, leaving only a single beam of cold white light in the center of the room.
Peter Pettigrew, forced back into his human form, sat bound tightly to an interrogation chair. The professors and Ministry officials stood in a ring around him.
"This—this—this... isn't Peter Pettigrew supposed to be dead?" Minister Fudge wore a black overcoat over a deep blue suit.
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