"You're going to kill me? After I saved your life? You owe me, Wormtail," Harry snarled as I choked him with my sliver hand.
True enough. He stopped Si-Sir… Sirius. Remus. James…What have I done?
My friends. The only people who saw me as me, not that clumsy kid who hangs around with Potter. The ones who accepted me. I was a Marauder. I was one of them and I sold that all away for a minuscule shot at a little power. If I had just stayed with my friends…
My grip on Harry's neck slackened. He looked at me, full of surprise. He looked so much like James in that moment, it shocked me. As I looked at him, I knew it had to be done. I had to make things right; I was finally turning my back on Voldemort.
The hand sensed that my loyalty wavered. It was his gift, and he couldn't have a servant joining the "light" side. It slowly crept up and wrapped its skeleton-like fingers around my neck. I tried to save myself from its grip, but it had mind of its own and squeezed my neck tighter.
Harry and Ron tried to unclench my death sentence. I wanted to scream at them to stop. This had to be done. I had to die so I could try to fix the mistake I made when I sold one of my best friends (and his wife…I almost forgot about you, Lilly) to the Dark Lord and sent another to Azkaban, leaving poor, poor Remus alone for 12 years.
As bright lights appeared in my vision, I hoped James, Lilly, Sirius and Remus would forgive me when I saw them all again. I hoped they would forgive me for being so stupid. I hoped they would welcome me back. Then everything went black.
