I said to some people that I'm going to be completing my 'Happiest Moments' Competition I'm running on HPFC myself, after the closing date.
I am… but I'm starting with this one, as a tribute to Evelyn, who was supposed to complete it but…unfortunately, she is no longer with us.
Therefore, Peter Pettigrew has been taken from the list besides for current claims, incase cheating could occur.
I hope you enjoy this.
RIP, Ev.
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Peter Pettigrew's Happiest Moment:
Happiness is an emotion which has never really been present in my life. True, I had friends in the Marauders, yet I never really felt as if I fitted in with the other three; James and Sirius were the best friends with Remus fitting in because he was a werewolf. What need did they have for me, Peter Pettigrew, the snivelling idiot who failed at lessons and, to this day, still has no idea why I was placed in Gryffindor.
I'm not brave; I've never been brave. I'm not strong or fearless. All I did was follow in the footsteps of the other three, tag along with them on their dares and pranks. I never really fitted in, no matter how much I tried to believe that I did.
I suppose the first time I really felt happiness was perhaps when I went home for the summer holidays after my first year. To be able to tell my mother about my strong, fierce friends who seemed to not actually be bothered about having me around (though I made out we were closer than that) was the best moment that had happened in my life when I was eleven.
As I got older, happiness seemed to drain away even more. You-Know-Who was getting more and more powerful in the wizarding world and I lived in fear that I wouldn't make it through the night. I wasn't strong enough to fight in any realm of magic, but I joined the Order of the Phoenix in a way to remain close to people who could protect me.
That moment fifteen or so years ago, when I was accepted by the Dark Lord to join the Death Eaters as a spy for them, a way to increase the longevity of my life, was quite happy… but it was tinged with fear and even a little guilt that I was betraying my friends. Even today, on the day I have been finally recognised as an important Death Eater for the Dark Lord, I feel a little guilt that I betrayed Lily and James in such a way that they died. They were my friends, yet they wanted to destroy the one person who could protect me, the side which made my life expectancy increase – after all, did you see Benjy Fenwick in pieces, see the deaths of the Prewett brothers as they fought against the stronger side? I couldn't allow myself to suffer the same, albeit much faster, fate…
Happiness could perhaps be found in the decision by the Potters to make me their Secret Keeper, but I don't think that that can be deemed my happiest moment. After all, I know they didn't really want me, that they wanted Sirius but it was his idea to change to me. I was the back up choice, the one so bad at magic that the opposition would never think to believe that I could have such a powerful secret.
But I did. I gave it up in exchange for my life, the chance to live to see life with the Dark Lord in control… I had to sacrifice my 'friends' for that, which therefore gives reason for me to believe that any moment to do with the Potters, Sirius or Remus cannot be my happiest.
That leaves me with today then.
For thirteen years, I've been able to live as a rat, live in my Animagus form with the Weasleys, treat more like a human being than I was when I was a human. Well, I was until last year, when I was exposed.
But then… then I was able to head and find my master, head to try and find him to help restore him to power. I needed him as much as he needed me… as I would be dead by now if I didn't have his protection.
And he wouldn't be able to be coming back.
The blood from Harry's arm falls into the cauldron as I stand over it, waiting for this to begin to work, so the Dark Lord can return properly, not as some half being.
I've given my arm for this chance to have someone stronger than me in control, to have the chance to be accepted by him once more and have power in the world. The Dark Lord will win… it is inevitable. I know he will win.
I think this is my happiest moment. For, you see, this is the beginning of a chance for me to have a new life with someone who will always win over the Order of the Phoenix. This boy, Harry, he's his father's son, which could be his downfall.
I'm happy today. I have stood with the Dark Lord enough so that he will overlook any mistakes on my behalf in the past, simply see the fact that I have helped him more than the others during his period of convalescence.
I have helped bring back Lord Voldemort. It is me who stands here, bringing him back. Not Malfoy, not the Lestranges…me… perhaps McGonagall was wrong when she said (in private) I would never amount to anything.
I'm happy here.
And, I think, this is the first time I can truly say that I have been happy.
Thoughts?
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RIP again, Ev, and I can only hope that you'd have written something at least semi-similar.
Since this is my piece for Ev, you may as well (if you can be bothered) mark it, if you want:
/10 for canonness with the books, /10 for how in character it is, /1 for grammar, /1 for if it stays in first person, /1 for spelling & /1 if you think there's anything good about it that deserves an extra mark.
Thanks, guys, if you do that for me.
Vicky xx
