Atuin

The tears flowed down Peter Pettigrew's face as he paced his small one bedroom apartment. He couldn't determine whether it was physical or mental pain that caused them to flow so freely, but he knew that this was the time to cry. Now. Not later and not in the past. His arm burned, scarring his thoughts and reminding him that today marked a change that he could never regret. Today was the last day he was truly a Marauder. As he paced, he returned to the fireplace, out of place in a one bedroom place to muggles, but something that he, as a wizard, was reliant on. It was another mark of what was different between the two sides of the world; the

Miriel the Wise Prologue: His feet pounded as he ran through the forest trying to get home as fast as possible. It had taken longer than an hour to find the herbs which would reduce his mother's pain and every lost minute meant longer in the pain of childbirth. Formen knew his mother would be in more pain than normal for the elves, he was a large baby and delievering him without any help damaged her. The village healer did say she should be fine delieving this baby, but the uncertainty made him want to be at his mother's side. This morning when Aelor went into labor the family had been unprepared in the grove of trees they called their hom