Reminiscent
Peter Pettigrew remembers of a time when all thoughts of the future were put on hold, and the only things mattered were the late night trips to the kitchen, and the prank plotting in between classes and meals.
He remembers his friends who surprisingly put up with him, though his level of intelligence could not even compare to theirs. He remembers James and Sirius and Remus, or rather, Prongs, and Padfoot, and Moony.
He remembers a time when they ran from the caretaker, roaring with laughter, their wands clenched in their hands. Another prank, another success, and of course, another detention.
He remembers observing the way James fawned over Evans to the point of pathetic, and he also recalls the way he and the remaining marauders would tease him mercilessly for his then-unrequited love for the feisty redhead. He and the other boys would laugh themselves sick, shaking their heads at their lovesick friend, who would huff and stomp away, muttering the words 'gits' and 'wankers' under his breath.
But most of all, he remembers how James put up with his idolization good-naturedly, always including him in conversations. He remembers how Sirius protected him from jeering Slytherins, later of whom he was fated to be working with. He remembers how Remus helped him on his homework, never losing patience with him, and how he would decipher instructions so that it would be easier for him to understand.
Now, all he has dear to him are only memories, locked away inside a shell of the person who he once was.
And so he weeps, because he remembers of brighter days, and how he lost them all on that fated night.
Finite.
First HP fic. Thank you for reading.