A/N I am sure it's been done, but I used Jewels song, Fat Boy, and changed the words to Rat Boy. It's about how Peter joined the Dark Lord. It's cliché, it's depressing, it's metaphorical (at least I hope it is)
Rat boy goes to the pool sees his reflection, doesn't know what to do
Peter stared into the water of the frozen lake by his house. It was winter vacation, and he was home from Hogwarts. He wouldn't be seeing his friends for awhile. Not that they cared. He'd not once been invited to any of their houses since they had been friends.
He feels little inside; filled with pride
Oh, of course, he'd never admit how much it hurt him to be excluded. He had his dignity, and he would never humble himself. If he had nothing else, he had his dignity.
Oh fragile flame no one sees the same
While everyone worried about the muggle killings and the death of witches and wizards, no one though to worry about the underdog. The lost, the hopeless, the hurt, the trodden on. Call them what you will, but no one though to save them from the Dark Lord's clutches. And when the mind is already dark, the soul can become dark as well.
Rat boy goes about his day trying to think of funny things to say
"I'll never be like them" he said out loud "Sirius is funny, and brave and smart, so is James, everyone loves them. Remus is smart and serious and brave. I am- I am NOTHING!!" his last word echoed around him, as if even his surroundings mocked him. Peter picked up a rock and hurled it at the lake. But the ice didn't crack.
Like this is just a game I play and I like me this way
"Nothing hurts ice." He jumped as someone spoke behind him. Whirling around, he saw a tall man, his pale skin greatly contrasting with his dark hair.
Peter whimpered. He hadn't meant to, but he didn't like being surprised, and this man frightened him.
"W-what?" he asked, shivering suddenly.
"Nothing hurts ice. Nothing except the sun. Because it is Goodness. But with ice comes cold, and of that there will always be plenty of. Do you follow me, Peter?" Peter nodded, not really following, but too afraid to say so.
"Join forces with me, Peter. We'll destroy all of them. They won't leave you out, tease you, or make fun of you again. They will run in fear! Soon, everyone will know the name Wormtail!"
Peter felt himself nodding, slowly but with a great assurance. A little voice inside him cried out, warning him, but he shut it away, strangled it, until all that bled from it's frozen lips was a soft hum.
"Yes, Lord Voldemort. I will serve you." He said, not knowing where he had learnt the man's name.
"Very good, come Peter, follow me." Voldemort got up, and began to walk towards the forest. Peter looked back at the lake
Oh fragile flame. No one feels the same.
Just beneath the ice, he though he saw a flicker of movement. But it happened so fast that he dismissed it, and glanced instead at the roof of his parent's house.
Hush, sleep don't think, just guess. You're momma's little boy you're daddy's pride and joy
They had never cared for him, he thought. Just another burden to them, like a lame horse was to a soldier.
You know they love you; but not because they hold you
"You never loved me" he hissed at them "I tried, I tried all the time for you. And you never once held me when I was frightened, or kissed me goodnight."
Rat boy says "Wouldn't it be nice, if I could melt myself like ice or outrun my skin just to be pure wind"
So this is what it's come to. He thought, turning away from the lake.
And somewhere inside him, the little voice died.
Sometimes I feel the same
If he had looked back, he would have seen the sun cracking the ice on the lake, and the clear, bright water seeping through it like blood. But he did not, he kept walking, and soon disappeared into the darkness of the woods.