What about Peter?

"C'mon, guys, it's dinner. I hear the Elves made pumpkin pie for a special desert," James said. Three sets of ears perked up and in a stampede, Sirius, James, and Remus all tore down the halls for dinner. Behind them, left in a trail of dust, was Peter.

What about Peter?

As Peter slid into his seat next to Remus and across from Sirius, he could feel the three stiffen in surprise. "Oh, sorry Peter. We thought you were right behind us," muttered Remus, his cheeks tinged pink in embarassment. Peter snorted but shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "'s alright," he muttered.

"Sorry Peter. We thought you got out of the Common Room before us." "'s alright."

"Sorry Peter. When we got jumped by those Slytherins, I didn't see the one attacking you. Sorry you're stuck in the Hospital wing while your bones remend." "'s alright."

"Sorry Peter. James and I have a date. We'll study next week, alright?" "Sure, Lily..."

Which was how Peter found himself stuck in the library one day reading up on Vampire wars when he heard a gaggle of Slytherins talking. "Malfoy sent me a letter. 'Parently, You-Know-Who's looking for followers. I was thinking, maybe we send him an owl. Maybe we see's if we can join up wit' him," grunted one of the Slytherins.

There was a moment of silence as the group thought. Unknown to them, Peter thought this over as well. He stood up suddenly, scraping the legs of his chair against the stone floor. The group of Slytherins looked over at the Gryffindor and for a second, they sat dumbly. Then recognition fell over their aces and there was a mumble of, "Shut up, shut up." When Peter strode over to them, one of the Slytherins looked at him with a sneer. "Godly Gryffindor should keep his nose out of our business." he said, the smirk on his face oily.

I'm going to show them I can be strong.

I'm not a nobody.

I'll be somebody.

"Tell him to send an owl my way."