A/N: Okay, this is a fic from the point of view of Peter Pettigrew containing Diary entries and normal writing (not diary entries). This idea came from my fic Sorting Hat Capers where his sorting sort of went different to what it was supposed to. I'll be using the same sorting from there so that it fits in with the plot. Please review.
Chapter One: Start Of A New Life
"Peter! Wake up!" The voice of my mother rang throughout the entire house. I heard someone bang on the floor from above my ceiling. I understood why. The occupant had been out drinking and partying all night and most probably had a hang-over and would want his sleep. I never understood why some people felt the unnecessary urge to consume alcohol. All it did was make them ill afterwards.
I didn't really want to wake up. It was a cold day outside, Summer was just turning into Autumn but really the truth is that, even in the hieght of Summer it is cold in England. My mother and farther wanted me to get up though and I never argued with them. I didn't have the guts to argue with them actually. Even if I did then I think that I would not argue with them. After all, they are my parents and I do love them. I have to. It's like that old saying, you don't have to like your family but you do have to love them.
"Peter! Get up now! You don't want to miss the train do you?"
"No mum. I'm getting up right now." I said, getting up. Gloomily counting down the minutes till I would be on the train.
Wednesday 1st September
Dear Diary,
I shouldn't be writing in a diary at my age but anyway, I'm on the train. My mum came to the station to see the train leave. Either that or she was just checking that I went on. My dad couldn't come. He was at a deatheater meeting my mum said. Of course, I belive her. I've never been to a deatheater meeting. My dad said that I can become a deatheater when I am Thirteen. Well, he didn't say 'can'. He said 'will' but I knew that I was going to becom ea deatheater anyway so I don't see what makes the words different.
I might want to become a deatheater or I might not want to. Does that sound confusing? I hope not. Anyway Diary, I have to go now. Someone is coming in my compartment and I don't want them to see that I own you... Don't take offense okay?
Bye,
P. Pettigrew
The door to my compartment slowly opened. I felt weird. Nervous and shaking though I don't know why. I have never felt this nervous before, okay, that's a lie but not many times.
Two people walked into the compartment talking. Both were Male, one had longish black hair that fell down to the bottom of his ears. Which seems long to me but might not to some people. He other also had black hair but which was all messed up on his head. Niether of them seemed to nnotice me.
I watched them all the way through the train trip. Noone else came in the compartment and I was starting to get bored when the train stopped and it became evident that I had arrived at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizadry.
A/N: Please review.