A/N La sécurité et alimente is French for The safety and power
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Peter Pettigrew. What could one say about the beady eyed, short, and slightly less intelligent than his friends, Peter Pettigrew? Maybe that he was nothing more than a follower? Maybe that he didn't belong in Griffindor? Maybe that he was a few colors shorts of the crayon box? How about that nobody truly knew him? All of these things were true. Everything that people say about him, it's all true.
Why was he allowed to be part of an intelligent, good-looking, and popular good like the Marauders? Peter Pettigrew had weak grades, was overweight, dependent, cowardly, unintelligent, and not at all Marauder material. Never-the-less, he was always thankful for being allowed to follow them around. But that was all it was. He was "allowed", but not welcome. At least, that's how he felt.
Being apart of the group made him known, Unfortunately for him, always being around people who outshine him dis nothing more than backfire in his face. All it did was make his imperfections all the more obvious to everybody else around him. The one thing that Peter did love about being in the group was that is got him power. He was able to sneer at people he didn't like, as much as he wanted, as long as the other three were around.
It was toward the end of sixth year when Peter finally began to notice how much power the Slytherins held, even over the Marauders. They had the option of being apart of something so much greater than himself. They could have so much power. They could make people fear them with just a look of their eye. People cringed under their gaze. They were protected always by their Lord. Peter wanted that. He wanted all of that. And he would be willing to do everything he could to gain what he wanted. He wanted protection and power.
All he had to do was follow the Dark Lord, betray his friends, gain the Slytherin's trust, and do whatever he was told. He right? Actually, it's easier than he originally thought. It seemed that people were quick to trust somebody so obviously gullible. Once he was in their secret group, everything else simply fell into place.
It was terribly sad that his supposed friends didn't even notice he was gone, much less miss his presence. He was right. They only put up with him. There were more important things in their lives. Remus and all of his werewolf drama. James and his obsession with his Lily Flower. And Sirius always being troubled by the family he hated so much. They didn't care. They never did. He didn't know him. They never would.
As fare his they were concerned, Peter was nothing more than a nuisance, a bug at the bottom of their shoes. Peter hated them. He had to get back at him. He was gaining the power to do it, and he would. Peter wondered if it would feel as good as he imagined. Yes, yes it would. He was have the power, and they wouldn't be able to do anything about it. They would notice him as more than just their follower. If they tried to betray him, like he was doing them, it would be okay, because Peter would have the protection of the Dark Lord.
Peter Pettigrew. Beady eyed, unintelligent, follower, unnoticed, nuisance, Peter Pettigrew. That was all they saw him as. But he was much more. Much, much more.
