This is a oneshot, but it might turn into a series of oneshots. I don't quite know what's going to happen. I do know that Harry Potter belongs to JKR, not me. Please review bows and thank you for reading.
They always teased me.
They always said that I was one of their best friends but I knew better.
I knew that behind Remus' smile there was pity. He always said that he was the odd one out of the group, but that wasn't true. He was the smart one, the quiet mysterious one that all the girls said was 'cute.'
Girls called me ugly.
I knew that James only humored me because I was so pathetically ready to do whatever he wanted. He was the leader, the one everyone listened to, wanted to listen to.
Sirius once said that my voice is a flat monotone.
Sirius was the only one who didn't hold back. He acted like life was a huge joke that I was a part of. When I entered the room people giggled when he tripped me.
I used to believe that he wasn't serious. I should I known better.
Oh it took me a while to figure it out. Seven years, as a matter of fact. Everything was fine when we were in school. When we were young and free and Marauders Forever.
Then there was graduation. Then Life. Suddenly everyone grew up and left me behind.
It started out slow. Remus and Sirius were sharing a flat, so it was only natural that they'd be together alone a lot.
Then James and Lily married. Soon afterwards Lily became pregnant and all they could talk about was babies and houses and how they couldn't risk going to the bar with me because Lily couldn't ingest anything alcoholic.
Oh why didn't I make more friends? Perhaps someone as untalented and normal as me. Someone who would understand what it was like to cling to those you, deep deep down in your heart, know are better, faster, smarter, higher above you, but you can't help loving.
I thought if I stayed around them long enough, maybe some of their greatness would rub off on me. But… that never happened. I'm still just the hang on.
I'm sorry that I'm the hang on.
I'm sorry that I'm short and fat.
I'm sorry that I'm slow.
I'm sorry that I'm not smart.
I'm sorry that I'm not destined for greatness.
I'm sorry that I'm the rat.
I'm sorry that this has become the only way.
And Peter screamed as he was branded with the Dark Lord's mark.
