A Call from Conscience

Summary: What if Peter had a conscience? What if it visited him very late on that fateful Hallowe'en night, sixteen years ago?

Little Peter, friend-turned-traitor,

look at what you've done.

James Potter, mischief-maker,

and sweet Lily are both gone.

The once happy house lies in ruins,

thanks to your evil deeds.

By telling your knowledge, you've displayed your ignorance;

my heart, for you, bleeds.

But I'm sure you don't repent,

once trustworthy friend.

For you care for nothing more

than your life, which you adore.

Think for a moment,

what you meant to the dead couple!

You were their best friend,

and now they lie beneath the rubble.

You face death, my dear Peter –

not only of life, but even of soul.

There is a difference, and that's no sweeter

than the blackest coal.

Understand, Peter Pettigrew,

however dim you may be.

The mischief you begin to brew

will find you in the end, so flee!