AN: Response to Cuba's Shakespeare challenge.
Quote: Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires. (Macbeth)
Warning: Drug abuse
Disclaimer: My plot, JKR's characters.
Peter ran. He had been running for a long time, hoping the things in his pockets would go away, that his thoughts would stop tormenting him, his heart would stop anything!
But no.
The only thing that would help was the tranquilizers, the things he had been given when his father had died four years ago.
They dulled the emptiness, and later something grew in it, something which laughed, and was always there.
It had scared him when it first came. The thing, the Head as it called itself made him do things, things he didn't want to do.
He told Lily and James to not trust him. He told them that it could kill them, he shouldn't be trusted, he should have been locked away, sent to St.Mungo…
But they had assured him that it would be okay. They had made him their secret keeper, blocked the memories from drugs and alcohol using a special spell, and then found a healing program.
It had spread to the newspapers, the famous Potter's friend in rehab. The Death Eaters would never go after him there, who in their right mind would think that the Potters had used junkie their secret keeper?
The Dark Lord had. He had abducted the man in the middle of the night, feeding him with pills and alcohol. Peter hadn't noticed when Voldemort had broken the charms, not that the time really mattered in the end.
Peter woke up the next morning, in his room. He ate his breakfast, and received the newspaper, with the horrifying news. The staff had let him out to search his friends, as long as he promised to come back before dusk.
It was at a public bathroom he discovered the mark, the dark mark!
After he discovered it, he wandered the streets, not looking at anything than the dirty streets. He didn't notice Sirius before the man had charged at him, hitting him.
When Sirius had started to call him names, Peter had yelled back, told him that it was Sirius' idea to use him as a secret keeper. He had told them that it was unsafe, but Sirius was to angry to understand.
It was meant as a stunner. He had said Stupefy, but his core was so damaged after so many years that another spell came out. It snatched off one of his fingers, and he turned into a rat, escaping death which roared at him in the street.
He heard Sirius was sent into Azkaban, and he was believed to be dead.
The other Death Eaters knew that he was one of them, and he couldn't go to Remus. He wouldn't understand.
In his pockets there were tranquilizers. Peter could run away from death and guilt, but not the pills. They would soon catch up with him.
And only God knew what he would do then.