Peter's Story
Okay, I really don't have a lot of time, so I'll try to make this as short as possible. I won't touch on every detail, I'll tell you why my life ended up like this.
It was the first day of school. I stood on Platform 9 ¾. I took a deep breath. I get nervous really easily. Of course, it didn't help that my father, the perfectionist, was always making sure that I, too, did everything perfectly, and "upheld the family honor." Unfortunately, I have no (useful) talent whatsoever, and was constantly disappointing him. The scarlet train raced up to the Platform, and stopped. The doors opened. I picked up my baggage with difficulty (strength isn't one of my strong points, either) and put it into an empty compartment. I stepped outside for one last look. Everywhere I could see kids hugging their parents goodbye. The last I had seen of my parents before they left me all alone at the station was my mother saying, "Goodbye," in a very bored, indifferent tone, and my father saying, "Goodbye, Peter," in his stiff, cold, formal way.
Sighing, I sat down. "Hello," I heard a voice say behind me. "May I sit here?" Turning around I realized that I was so occupied in my thoughts that I had not noticed the girl come in. She had long red hair, big green eyes, and a sweet smile. She was delicate and petite, and I liked her (both romantically and not) instantly.
"Y-yes," I stuttered. She smiled again and brought her bags in. "My name's Lily Evans," she said. "What's yours?"
"Peter Pettigrew," I said quickly, wishing that my parents had given me a less idiotic name. There was silence for a moment while she got comfortable, then the silence was broken when we heard a loud bang. We jumped to our feet. The door burst open and two boys walked in, both trying to cover their snickering but not even coming close to succeeding. Their bags, that I had assumed were Lily's, were in the corner of the room, and they quickly acted as though they had been there all the time. A slimy-haired boy opened the door, looked suspiciously at them, and slammed the door again.
As soon as he had done that the boys started laughing. One was short and broad-shouldered with straight black hair and sparkling blue eyes; the other was tall and lanky with extremely messy black hair and warm friendly brown eyes.
When they were done, they noticed Lily and I. They quickly jumped to their feet, and introduced themselves.
"Hello, my name's Sirius Black," said the blue eyed one to Lily. "Will you marry me?"
A little taken aback, Lily said, "My name's Lily Evans, and I'll think about it.
The tall and lanky one said, "My name's James Potter, and of course you don't want to marry Sirius. You want to marry me."
They started arguing until James noticed me sitting in the corner. He had very sharp eyes, for one of my very few (completely useless) talents was making myself inconspicuous. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Peter Pettigrew," I said softly, a bit intimidated by their loud and friendly manner.
Another boy suck his head in. "D'you…d'you mind if I sit here?" he asked shyly. "There's nowhere else to sit."
"Of course," James said immediately.
The other boy brought his bags in. "So, what's your name?" asked Lily.
"Remus Lupin," he said. Everyone, including me, introduced themselves. By the end of the ride, we had become fast friends. Lily, I had discovered, seemed sweet and kind at first but she had a vicious temper, mainly directed at Sirius. Sirius was a great lover of pranks, funny, and also had a temper. But as when Lily got mad, she yelled at you and made you feel intimidated, Sirius used his main physical advantage-strength. James was friendly, also loved pranks, more calm and rational than Sirius, (but not by much) and whose main physical advantage was obviously his height. Remus was sweet, kind, gentle, and calm-for a boy anyway. He was very smart, and shy, but wouldn't stop talking once he got started. He only did pranks when the risk wasn't that great, and was more the calm and rational one of the group-James was only calm and rational compared to Sirius. And me? Stupid, short, pudgy, nervous, shy, not exactly good-looking…I can go on if you want.
We all got into Gryffindor. This is the Sorting Hat said to me:
"Hmmm…let's see…this is very difficult…very difficult indeed. You definitely don't belong in Ravenclaw…you are loyal, but not very, so Hufflepuff isn't right either…brave isn't one of your main qualities so…"
"NO! NOT SLYTHERIN!" I thought, thinking of my father's disapproval.
"Are you sure? Slytherin is surely the place for you, for the ambitious, the powerful…"
"I'm SURE."
"Well, alright then…" It said reluctantly. "I guess it'll be…
"GRYFFINDOR!
James got sorted before the Sorting Hat even touched his head. Sirius had it on only for three seconds. Lily took the average amount of time, but Remus also took a long time. I guess the Sorting Hat was trying to choose between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.
Another element in my downfall: being the stupid, short, pudgy, nervous, shy, not exactly good-looking person that I am, I constantly got teased. More often than that I ran up to our dormitory (which I shared with James, Sirius, and Remus) with tears.
That was my first year.
Okay, I really don't have a lot of time, so I'll try to make this as short as possible. I won't touch on every detail, I'll tell you why my life ended up like this.
It was the first day of school. I stood on Platform 9 ¾. I took a deep breath. I get nervous really easily. Of course, it didn't help that my father, the perfectionist, was always making sure that I, too, did everything perfectly, and "upheld the family honor." Unfortunately, I have no (useful) talent whatsoever, and was constantly disappointing him. The scarlet train raced up to the Platform, and stopped. The doors opened. I picked up my baggage with difficulty (strength isn't one of my strong points, either) and put it into an empty compartment. I stepped outside for one last look. Everywhere I could see kids hugging their parents goodbye. The last I had seen of my parents before they left me all alone at the station was my mother saying, "Goodbye," in a very bored, indifferent tone, and my father saying, "Goodbye, Peter," in his stiff, cold, formal way.
Sighing, I sat down. "Hello," I heard a voice say behind me. "May I sit here?" Turning around I realized that I was so occupied in my thoughts that I had not noticed the girl come in. She had long red hair, big green eyes, and a sweet smile. She was delicate and petite, and I liked her (both romantically and not) instantly.
"Y-yes," I stuttered. She smiled again and brought her bags in. "My name's Lily Evans," she said. "What's yours?"
"Peter Pettigrew," I said quickly, wishing that my parents had given me a less idiotic name. There was silence for a moment while she got comfortable, then the silence was broken when we heard a loud bang. We jumped to our feet. The door burst open and two boys walked in, both trying to cover their snickering but not even coming close to succeeding. Their bags, that I had assumed were Lily's, were in the corner of the room, and they quickly acted as though they had been there all the time. A slimy-haired boy opened the door, looked suspiciously at them, and slammed the door again.
As soon as he had done that the boys started laughing. One was short and broad-shouldered with straight black hair and sparkling blue eyes; the other was tall and lanky with extremely messy black hair and warm friendly brown eyes.
When they were done, they noticed Lily and I. They quickly jumped to their feet, and introduced themselves.
"Hello, my name's Sirius Black," said the blue eyed one to Lily. "Will you marry me?"
A little taken aback, Lily said, "My name's Lily Evans, and I'll think about it.
The tall and lanky one said, "My name's James Potter, and of course you don't want to marry Sirius. You want to marry me."
They started arguing until James noticed me sitting in the corner. He had very sharp eyes, for one of my very few (completely useless) talents was making myself inconspicuous. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Peter Pettigrew," I said softly, a bit intimidated by their loud and friendly manner.
Another boy suck his head in. "D'you…d'you mind if I sit here?" he asked shyly. "There's nowhere else to sit."
"Of course," James said immediately.
The other boy brought his bags in. "So, what's your name?" asked Lily.
"Remus Lupin," he said. Everyone, including me, introduced themselves. By the end of the ride, we had become fast friends. Lily, I had discovered, seemed sweet and kind at first but she had a vicious temper, mainly directed at Sirius. Sirius was a great lover of pranks, funny, and also had a temper. But as when Lily got mad, she yelled at you and made you feel intimidated, Sirius used his main physical advantage-strength. James was friendly, also loved pranks, more calm and rational than Sirius, (but not by much) and whose main physical advantage was obviously his height. Remus was sweet, kind, gentle, and calm-for a boy anyway. He was very smart, and shy, but wouldn't stop talking once he got started. He only did pranks when the risk wasn't that great, and was more the calm and rational one of the group-James was only calm and rational compared to Sirius. And me? Stupid, short, pudgy, nervous, shy, not exactly good-looking…I can go on if you want.
We all got into Gryffindor. This is the Sorting Hat said to me:
"Hmmm…let's see…this is very difficult…very difficult indeed. You definitely don't belong in Ravenclaw…you are loyal, but not very, so Hufflepuff isn't right either…brave isn't one of your main qualities so…"
"NO! NOT SLYTHERIN!" I thought, thinking of my father's disapproval.
"Are you sure? Slytherin is surely the place for you, for the ambitious, the powerful…"
"I'm SURE."
"Well, alright then…" It said reluctantly. "I guess it'll be…
"GRYFFINDOR!
James got sorted before the Sorting Hat even touched his head. Sirius had it on only for three seconds. Lily took the average amount of time, but Remus also took a long time. I guess the Sorting Hat was trying to choose between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.
Another element in my downfall: being the stupid, short, pudgy, nervous, shy, not exactly good-looking person that I am, I constantly got teased. More often than that I ran up to our dormitory (which I shared with James, Sirius, and Remus) with tears.
That was my first year.