A/N: I don't own any of the characters or places or anything.
I'm sitting here in the cold, alone. It's cold for the time of year, really. Although it's nearly November, so it's not too unreasonable. But listen to me, talking about the weather. Trying to distract myself.
I've heard about that somewhere. Guilt makes people do stupid things. I'm guilty for something I haven't even done yet. Fear makes people do stupid things, too. Fear, and cowardice, and being too weak-willed to stick up for your friends. Guilty as charged.
They trusted me, even. Me, of all people. And now I've betrayed them, betrayed that trust just to save myself. It's not too late, I can still change things. If I run now, I can save myself and the others. If I don't, it'll be too late for all of them. Too late.
There's someone behind me. I can tell, even without looking. It's him again. He's here. I can do it. I can run. Not too late, never too late.
"Where are they, Wormtail? Where are they hiding?"
I was wrong again, of course I was. I could never run, never save them. Too late. All I can do now is save myself. He goes to Godric's Hollow. It all changes.