The tale of Peter Pettigrew
My father fled when I was ripe and young,
My mother survived upon bottles of rum.
So I'd bide there alone, night after night,
Praying for the future, which shone so bright.
"Hogwarts; you'll have such a magical time.
"Meeting friends, casting spells; the food- it's sublime!"
As I turned eleven, my dream- it came true!
'I can leave! I'm free! With my mum I am through!'
That fall I first boarded the Hogwarts Express,
The nerves settled in; I was scared, I confess;
You see, I've never been one for making close friends.
I keep to myself, from beginning to end.
So it was friends that I wanted, invariably
Not believing my luck as I stumbled on three.
Sirius Black, with such a troubled background.
Yet the 'Flirt of the Castle', or so he was crowned.
James Potter, was in love with Miss Lily Evans,
Yet always had time for our mischievous plans.
Remus Lupin, he suffered from Lycanthropey,
A werewolf, an outcast, who could relate to me.
Together we four would have such a ball,
Pranking poor Slytherins in the great Hall
So this was me just a decade ago,
My self-esteem was increasingly low.
Yet who was I, when compared to them?
To me they were towering, prosperous men.
My opinions, soon changed, along with my thoughts.
As they'd steal my limelight, I became distraught.
What gave them the right to think less of me?
I'd show in time how I great I could be.
Death Eaters welcomed me with open arms.
The Dark Lord showed off his power and charms.
Before I really knew what was going on,
I'd taken the task of finding James' son.
"You're the best man for it" Is what they said.
But I knew it would be tough, to make Harry dead.
But luck was with me, and believe it or not,
When Sirius approached, with a cunning plot.
Later that night, I sought out the Dark Lord.
He was happy I know, with the secrets I poured.
He flew off in his search, and I knew, I could tell,
That blood would be spilt as he cast his spell.
The Potters were dead, but the boy, had survived.
I waited for him, but he never arrived.
James should have learnt not to show off
With his hair flick, his smirk, egotistical cough.
Now that he's dead, Earth's a better place.
Without his big head to take empty space.
He should have known better than to mess with me.
But I proved in due course what would happen to thee.
You see, I've never been one for making close friends.
I keep to myself, from beginning to end.