I was looking through some stories the other day and I found this. I edited it a little because I wrote this about a year ago, but I remember this being one of the only writing pieces I liked from the Harry Potter category. I haven't posted anything Harry Potter orientated in a long time, so I hope this isn't too bad.

I was scared.

I know what you're thinking. It's no excuse, is it? To be scared. Betray your friends rather then die for them. I regret it, I really do.

The Dark Lord knows, and it's only a matter of time before he decides to kill me for it. He threatened me, tortured me, screamed and shouted. If I hadn't told him when I did I would have died minutes after. I couldn't help it. His screams echoed of the walls, his robes billowing behind him. His eyes like slits, resembling a snake. Much like his beloved Nagini.

"WHERE ARE THEY?"

"G-G-Godric's H-h-ho-"

"HURRY WORMTAIL OR YOU'LL BE NO BETTER OFF THEN THE MUDBLOOD'S!"

"Hollow. Godric's Hollow." I didn't even think of lying to him. That would have been worse then keeping it a secret. He didn't say anything else. He went straight away. I wanted to call back, ask him to kill me instead, but I couldn't- didn't.

I had promised. Promised them, the other three Marauders. James Potter, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

"I promise. I won't let you down." The words I had spoken to Sirius (when he told me I was to be the Potters secret keeper) came back to my head, and I shouted with rage. I calmed down quickly, afraid he –The Dark Lord- would come back.

Lily and James Potter were dead. Dead because of me. What I had done. I begged them for me not to be their secret keeper. Begged and pleaded, but they wouldn't take no for an answer. I knew Sirius would have been better then me. If only they had kept Sirius, if only….

The Dark Lord knew my weakness. He knew I feared death, and so did Dumbledore. Dumbledore never told though, he never spoke of it. Maybe he didn't know I was the one who betrayed us all. Or had I been chosen to tell from the start? Ever since my first year at Hogwarts, had he known it would be me? Little Peter Pettigrew, the follower, the one that stuck to James, Remus and Sirius like glue. Pathetic, really. I wish I could take it back, I wish I was dead. They were so much better off then me, Lily and James.

I remember how kind James was in Hogwarts, as was Lily. How they remembered to include me in things, instead of leave me out, like they probably would have wanted. I was nothing compared to them, and I knew it. Lily had always been friendly and loving too. I don't know why I betrayed them.

I wish I could have been like Sirius, James or Remus. Brave, courageous, unafraid. But all along I was never like them. Any of the Marauders would have died instead of betray their friends. We promised in our years at Hogwarts. But not me. I broke the promise. I'm a coward.

I stared at my shaking hands, my breath coming in short gasps, barely able to think straight. I felt like shouting or crying, anything to distract me from my terrible fate. I stood, shaking. Where could I go, what could I do? I fell to the floor, my knees unable to support my own weight.

Had he killed them already? Would I be able to stop him, or would he just kill me if I got in the way, dispose of me because I had already told him what he wanted to know? I closed me eyes, wanting to be back in Hogwarts, be anywhere but here, in this position.

As I lay here now, just under three hours later, I feel the guilt, pain and regret stab into me like thousands of hot stabbing knifes. I'm Sorry.

So sorry.

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