Peter tried to impress them. He really did. But it was hard. It was painful. All they did was ignore him, talk like he wasn't there.
Peter kicked angrily at a rock. He hated them. Hated them all.
James, with his stupid arrogance.
Sirius, with his conceited personality.
Remus, who was- who was…
He couldn't think of anything bad, not really. Remus was the nicest, he understood.
Dammit. It was easy to hate, easy to want to hurt them. Not Remus, though. Not Moony.
And then the hate was gone, replaced by utter terror.
Soon he would leave Hogwarts, and go home. Or at least as close to home as he had.
None of his "friends" knew. He had come wanting to find someone to lean on, someone to comfort him. He had come wanting a family.
TWENTY-TWO YEARS LATER
As Peter watched his master get angry, he felt a pain so unbearable, it was like getting ripped apart. With each bout of pain, he remembered his friends.
James, his laugh, the way he constantly loyal.
Sirius, who was always so funny and could cheer up the darkest situations.
Remus who was kind and actually listened.
With another pang, he realized two of them were dead. And it was his fault.
Moony was alive. Alive and he was married. Moony.
And ten his Master raised his wand and brought it whooshing down, there was a flash of green light, and Peter's last thought was:
I'm sorry.