After weeks of studying each member of the Order, the Death Eaters had finally found their perfect candidate to be their little rat. Who you may ask? Mundungus, of course. That's a stupid question. After some more decisions, they chose Peter as their lovely volentold. They both shared some qualities, no? The job was simple, they'd initiate a battle with the Order, take Fletcher and be done with it. Once they took him, they'd Imperio him and send him back as a “hero” with Peter under an invisibility cloak since Mad-eye had left for a little mission that was just a false lead. And, surprisingly, the plan worked.. perfectly. No bumps at all. Not until you came into the picture, You had just returned from your own solo mission and were quite confused at the drastic change in Mundungus' behavior, despite everyone else just shrugging it off as the effects of the torture he went through, ignoring your constant facts on how “torture doesn't do that to people”. Maybe adults should listen to children more.

It had been days since the infiltration and Peter had kinda.. started liking you. Sure, you had betrayed the Death Eaters twice but you were quite important when you were associated with them.. but he still had to act like an ass. Though, with the way you were acting, Mundungus did really like you.. maybe that's why you could tell he had changed.

Currently, Mundungus was lounging on one of the sofas in the living room, Peter sitting awkwardly beside him, shifting under the invisibility cloak. It was pretty silent in headquarters since everyone was out and about, but there was a loud crack soon followed by you, limping into the living room with a frown. Once you made a move to sit down, right where Peter was sitting, he may.. have gotten violent. Now you were standing in front of the couch, staring down at Mundungus with absolute betrayal and you raised a hand to touch your already bruising cheek. Peter did have to bite back a sob, but had to continue, mumbling words for Fletcher to say

“You can stand, brat.”