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story
A/N: He thought all he needed was power. He was about to discover how wrong he had been. He destroyed innocent lives, he destroyed his friends' lives, and he destroyed hopes and dreams. Now Peter Pettigrew must decide his own future, the easy road or hard, the good or bad, the truth or the lie?
Although it never said so in the books, I believe all the marauders were Gryffindors'. James, Sirius and Remus had to be, don't tell me you could imagine any of them in Slytherin, because you'll be lying. They wouldn't be friends with a Slytherin, remember how much Snape hates them all and pranksters wouldn't be in Slytherin, so Peter was a Gryffindor.
I apologise to anybody who read this in the last week, because chapter one had being replaced with chapter three, my uploading thing is stupid and not working properly. Please forgive me
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'Peter Pettigrew worst friend in the history of the world' Peter thought bitterly as he sat alone in a dark room just waiting for Voldemort to find another meaningless task for him to do. This was Peter's life, he hated it and yet he knew he had brought it on himself, this had been his choice, it could have been different if only Peter hadn't been a scared spineless coward.
Peter had made many mistakes in his life, most of them small ones like using the wrong ingredients in potions or choosing to eat one of Sirius' trick sweets but one mistake was worse than all the other's put together. On the day a deatheater had approached him with tales of riches and immense power, Peter had been overwhelmed and chosen to betray his only friends, that had been a mistake. But even when he knew James and Lily were dead and his master fled, he panicked and thought only for himself, he framed Sirius, killed 12 muggles and broke his mother's heart.
The next 12 years he had spent as a rat, had given him more thinking time than he liked, he still couldn't admit that he regretted what he did, he worked very hard to convince himself that power was all he wanted. After finding Voldemort, Peter had thought life would improve and he would be happy, he was wrong, but he still refused to acknowledge his mistakes.
'Pettigrew, get the paper' Voldemort's voice echoed through the house, Peter trudged off sulkily to fetch the paper, this would probably be his most important job of the day. He couldn't believe he had allowed his life to turn out this way, no friends, no fun, no real meaning to it.
Nobody wanted him, but it was his own fault, he had had friends, they had protected him and he had repaid them by betraying them all. He still tried to convince himself that they had deserved it and that he didn't care, but deep down his conscience told him that was a lie. James and Sirius had played tricks on him, been so much cleverer than him, and got all the girls especially Lily. But he knew these weren't good reasons to hate them, when it came down to it they had stuck up for him, helped him in class. James and Lily had shown so much trust in him by allowing him to be their secret keeper, even Sirius had thought Peter was loyal.
He had had trouble even at the start thinking of reasons to hate Remus, he could only think that he was a werewolf, and he constantly reminded himself that Remus hadn't been actually been hurt, he had just lost a few friends. Even to Peter this sounded pathetic, Remus had lost everything as well, he had lost James and Lily forever, he had to deal with the hurt that came with Sirius' imprisonment and with the thought of Peter's death. But Remus had found out the truth last of all, it was almost ironic Remus had always been the first to notice things, but he had only discovered the true story 12 years later.
They all knew the truth now; all the marauders finally knew exactly what had happened and they all knew who to blame. The blame rested firmly with Peter. James and Lily would have died knowing he betrayed them, Sirius would have spent all his years in Azkaban hating him and Remus finally knew Sirius had been innocent all along, the traitor was Peter.
Peter checked no one was around, not that anyone in their right mind would dare to venture near this house that they thought was cursed, and in a way they were right Voldemort was a curse to anyone who met him. But then again the thought struck him that no one in their right mind would betray their best friends, no matter how jealous they were, and they definitely wouldn't want to hurt an innocent baby boy. He picked up the paper and on the front cover staring at him through dazzling green eyes was a James look alike, it was of course Harry Potter and Peter couldn't forget about him, not one day went by when some random thought of Harry hadn't popped unexpectedly into his head.
Even though his excuses to hate James, Sirius and Remus seemed feeble at least he had a faint glimmer of reason, with Harry there was none. Harry had done nothing to him, actually that was lie, Harry had saved his life, Harry who had to endure more than any young boy should because of Peter, had actually saved him. Peter had to try very hard to not think of that, it made him seem weak and cowardly, and he had power now, power was all he needed, it was all he'd ever wanted, and yet a small voice in his head was saying 'but you are a Gryffindor'.
Or rather had been, he knew Gryffindor's everywhere would be disgusted to be associated with him, they would claim the hat had been tricked by him and anyway it was too late to change now. But he knew that the hat was never wrong and as Dumbledore had once told them all at school, 'It is our own choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities'. Peter had chosen, he was never the most talented student, but he could have found good honest work, he hadn't, he had instead chosen to work for Voldemort and now he had to live forever with that knowledge.
Peter sighed as he dragged himself back inside the house, Voldemort would be growing impatient by now and the thought made Peter walk faster, his life was bad enough without Voldemort been in a bad mood with him. So he went back inside to the life he hated, the life he detested even more than potions lessons, the life that had no purpose, the life Peter had chosen.
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A/N: This is by no means the end, it's the beginning of a story I have actually planned out, and it will even have a plot (shock horror). There will be more dialogue in upcoming chapters, Voldemort will play a bigger part but there will still be a lot of Peter's thoughts, it's not that I like him, it's just an interesting idea for a story. Please review. Go on I just want 5 reviews and I'll publish the second chapter, I promise
A/N: He thought all he needed was power. He was about to discover how wrong he had been. He destroyed innocent lives, he destroyed his friends' lives, and he destroyed hopes and dreams. Now Peter Pettigrew must decide his own future, the easy road or hard, the good or bad, the truth or the lie?
Although it never said so in the books, I believe all the marauders were Gryffindors'. James, Sirius and Remus had to be, don't tell me you could imagine any of them in Slytherin, because you'll be lying. They wouldn't be friends with a Slytherin, remember how much Snape hates them all and pranksters wouldn't be in Slytherin, so Peter was a Gryffindor.
I apologise to anybody who read this in the last week, because chapter one had being replaced with chapter three, my uploading thing is stupid and not working properly. Please forgive me
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'Peter Pettigrew worst friend in the history of the world' Peter thought bitterly as he sat alone in a dark room just waiting for Voldemort to find another meaningless task for him to do. This was Peter's life, he hated it and yet he knew he had brought it on himself, this had been his choice, it could have been different if only Peter hadn't been a scared spineless coward.
Peter had made many mistakes in his life, most of them small ones like using the wrong ingredients in potions or choosing to eat one of Sirius' trick sweets but one mistake was worse than all the other's put together. On the day a deatheater had approached him with tales of riches and immense power, Peter had been overwhelmed and chosen to betray his only friends, that had been a mistake. But even when he knew James and Lily were dead and his master fled, he panicked and thought only for himself, he framed Sirius, killed 12 muggles and broke his mother's heart.
The next 12 years he had spent as a rat, had given him more thinking time than he liked, he still couldn't admit that he regretted what he did, he worked very hard to convince himself that power was all he wanted. After finding Voldemort, Peter had thought life would improve and he would be happy, he was wrong, but he still refused to acknowledge his mistakes.
'Pettigrew, get the paper' Voldemort's voice echoed through the house, Peter trudged off sulkily to fetch the paper, this would probably be his most important job of the day. He couldn't believe he had allowed his life to turn out this way, no friends, no fun, no real meaning to it.
Nobody wanted him, but it was his own fault, he had had friends, they had protected him and he had repaid them by betraying them all. He still tried to convince himself that they had deserved it and that he didn't care, but deep down his conscience told him that was a lie. James and Sirius had played tricks on him, been so much cleverer than him, and got all the girls especially Lily. But he knew these weren't good reasons to hate them, when it came down to it they had stuck up for him, helped him in class. James and Lily had shown so much trust in him by allowing him to be their secret keeper, even Sirius had thought Peter was loyal.
He had had trouble even at the start thinking of reasons to hate Remus, he could only think that he was a werewolf, and he constantly reminded himself that Remus hadn't been actually been hurt, he had just lost a few friends. Even to Peter this sounded pathetic, Remus had lost everything as well, he had lost James and Lily forever, he had to deal with the hurt that came with Sirius' imprisonment and with the thought of Peter's death. But Remus had found out the truth last of all, it was almost ironic Remus had always been the first to notice things, but he had only discovered the true story 12 years later.
They all knew the truth now; all the marauders finally knew exactly what had happened and they all knew who to blame. The blame rested firmly with Peter. James and Lily would have died knowing he betrayed them, Sirius would have spent all his years in Azkaban hating him and Remus finally knew Sirius had been innocent all along, the traitor was Peter.
Peter checked no one was around, not that anyone in their right mind would dare to venture near this house that they thought was cursed, and in a way they were right Voldemort was a curse to anyone who met him. But then again the thought struck him that no one in their right mind would betray their best friends, no matter how jealous they were, and they definitely wouldn't want to hurt an innocent baby boy. He picked up the paper and on the front cover staring at him through dazzling green eyes was a James look alike, it was of course Harry Potter and Peter couldn't forget about him, not one day went by when some random thought of Harry hadn't popped unexpectedly into his head.
Even though his excuses to hate James, Sirius and Remus seemed feeble at least he had a faint glimmer of reason, with Harry there was none. Harry had done nothing to him, actually that was lie, Harry had saved his life, Harry who had to endure more than any young boy should because of Peter, had actually saved him. Peter had to try very hard to not think of that, it made him seem weak and cowardly, and he had power now, power was all he needed, it was all he'd ever wanted, and yet a small voice in his head was saying 'but you are a Gryffindor'.
Or rather had been, he knew Gryffindor's everywhere would be disgusted to be associated with him, they would claim the hat had been tricked by him and anyway it was too late to change now. But he knew that the hat was never wrong and as Dumbledore had once told them all at school, 'It is our own choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities'. Peter had chosen, he was never the most talented student, but he could have found good honest work, he hadn't, he had instead chosen to work for Voldemort and now he had to live forever with that knowledge.
Peter sighed as he dragged himself back inside the house, Voldemort would be growing impatient by now and the thought made Peter walk faster, his life was bad enough without Voldemort been in a bad mood with him. So he went back inside to the life he hated, the life he detested even more than potions lessons, the life that had no purpose, the life Peter had chosen.
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A/N: This is by no means the end, it's the beginning of a story I have actually planned out, and it will even have a plot (shock horror). There will be more dialogue in upcoming chapters, Voldemort will play a bigger part but there will still be a lot of Peter's thoughts, it's not that I like him, it's just an interesting idea for a story. Please review. Go on I just want 5 reviews and I'll publish the second chapter, I promise