A/N: much thanks to whitehound, who pointed out a few stupid mistakes on my part.
Peter Pettigrew thought his life at Hogwarts was going well so far. Of the other three boys in Gryffindor, none of them hated him. They had barely known each other a week, and yet Remus Lupin was always willing to explain what they were learning in class, and James Potter and Sirius Black let him help them pull pranks.
He had been incredibly nervous about coming to Hogwarts and learning about magic, but he couldn't deny that the idea thrilled him. Magic! What he could have done to the boys who bullied him in school with what he had learned in only a week filled his dreams. Not that he cared about what those boys thought of him anymore, he thought. None of them were even half as cool as James and Sirius, or even a quarter as smart as Remus.
As James called him over, he thought he was so glad to have such wonderful friends. There was nothing on Earth he would trade their friendship for.
Nothing.
Severus Snape looked wistfully at the Gryffindor table where Lily Evans sat. She was his best, and only, friend, and he couldn't even sit with her at meals. He was glad that she was making friends, of course, but he was still worried she would forget about him. His friendship with the Muggleborn Gryffindor was already causing him problems in Slytherin. If it wasn't for all of the dark spells he already knew, he had no doubt his house mates would have made his life a living hell.
He looked once more at Lily as she stood up and met his eyes. She motioned towards the library and he jumped up, grabbing his bag. They always met in the library after dinner to do their homework and just hang out. It was the highlight of his day, and he felt so lucky to have her in his life. He wouldn't trade her love, friendship, and respect for anything.
Anything.