Dear Harry,
My name is Peter Pippins Pettigrew. Sirius constantly made jokes at me for it. I know he would laugh at me for writing a diary, even though this entry serves a much greater purpose: its an undeliverable letter to the one ive hurt most, and I know James would back me up, he always did. He was always the better person, always trying to help me out. Although I don't know why. We had always had been there for one another and that what makes this so hard...
I remember that day in the pub, its fresh in my mind. a stranger approached me and told me he had everything I ever wanted and that it all was easily in my grasp : Friends, Money, Fame, a way out of the shadows. I began to question what I always knew to be right. This man offered me a life in which I could thrive. How odd though I always thought I had the best of friends, the best life I could ever ask for, until that moment. This man promised me the life I always wanted although strangely enough I never had thought about before. But then as I thought more about it I realized that these thoughts were always with me, just lingering at the back of my mind. He told me further to join him and together we would gain the power and acknowledgment we deserved. He said all I had to do was follow him. It seemed easy enough, no prob right? Then after hours I realized who this man was. Voldemort. My best friends sworn enemy. I was torn. Torn between those I have always known and the one who promised me more. Well of course I choose him. He could offer me a life better than that of even James. At this point I was willing to do anything to be wanted. Yes me, stupid me was what he wanted. Ha. He wanted me alright. Who would want poor worthless Wormtail. Ive been rejected all my life. I think back and realize how nieve I was. A powerful wizard want me. O yes. I was a stupid boy. Over the months I realized my mistake, but it was too late. I couldn't turn back after I was so far in. Then the day I knew would come, came. My master asked me to do the un-thinkable. To betray my best friend, my brother, one of my pack. And cowardly me did it. I sold the lives of James, Lily, and Harry, you. When you survived my heart skipped a beat, THE Potter legacy would remain. And momentarily I was happy. My friends burning bodies around me and all but I was happy. I contributed to the death of my friends and my master. I was all alone in the world but yet I was happy. But yet I was wronge. I had to finish the job. Sirius. How could I destroy the life of some one else I cared about. But I had to. I made it this far I wasn't going to give it up so fast. We met in the street as I had planned he would. What I hadn't planned on was the look he gave me. A look of hatred I could understand but that. The look he gave me was pity. He felt sorry for me. It was then the full extent of what I had done crashed down around me. I had single handedly destroyed the legendary Maurderors. I told him I was sorry. Then I completed my task. I screamed his name. I screamed how could he. All the while thinking how could I? Then I understood the look. He would be sent away but I would have to live with what I did. And I have. The rest is history. A history that has effected you , Harry in ways I can never take back. That night in the grave-yard. It killed me to see you like that. Yes it did. And now Harry I plan to repay my debt to you. I am going to set things right. You will see Harry. I will make it better. I will. It will be better.