A/N: Hi Guys, this is a series of drabbles (because I love them) about the last thoughts going through the heads of each of the HP characters who died. Inspiration for this fic goes to Shadowed Shinobi, whose fic "Things Unsaid" gave me this idea. Thanks very much to them.

Each are exactly 100 words, not including the song lyrics or the characters name.

Song: Defying Gravity, Wicked


I'm through accepting limits,
'Cause someone says they're so
Something I cannot change
But 'til I try I'll never know

Peter Pettigrew

I'm tired of him always ordering me. All I wanted was to be popular, ever since I was at school. The others always neglected and teased me. So I joined the dark lord. Now I know that was a mistake. But now I have an opportunity- but whether to take it? I can see Potter looking at me now, with those ridiculously green eyes. I can't see what I should do.

I hesitate.

Then I could feel, the silver hand attached to my wrist rise.

I felt it clench around my throat, and I knew this was for the best.