AN: A drabble of Peter Pettigrew written for the How Many Ways Multifandom Challenge on HPFC.
"There's always someone else to blame."
Peter Pettigrew thought about his life now. Well, he was a rat, for one. And not just the animal. All of his friends were gone. But that really wasn't his fault.
It was Sirius' fault. It was his "brilliant" idea to make Peter the secret keeper in the first place.
It was James' fault. He was the one who decided to be friends with Peter in the first place. He was the one to marry Lily. He was the one to have a little son that the Dark Lord wanted to kill.
Perhaps it was the Dark Lord's fault. He did the actual killing.
It even could be Remus' fault. For not realizing that Peter was the spy.
The little rat scurried around James and Lily's grave. James was his best friend. And Lily was always so nice to him.
But he'd betrayed them.
Peter wondered for most of his school years why the Sorting Hat hadn't put him in Hufflepuff.
He finally realized why.
He really wasn't loyal. That was not what lay in the depths of his heart. Not at all, by any definition of the word. His actions made that evident.
But it really wasn't his fault.
No, it wasn't.
At least that's what he hoped.