I'm not sure if you can tell, but I'm in the mood for one-shots at the moment.
Peter Pettigrew. Such a tortured soul. *Ducks flying boulders of hatred*
Disclaimer: Don't own JK Rowling's wonderful world.
Doubts
At first, he has doubts.
No, that's a lie.
At first,
all he felt was unprecedented joy
(he'd finally be able to do something useful,
and they'd never be able to mock him again...).
But then,
when he had done the necessary spells
and completed the tasks,
transferred the information
and done his duty,
he had sudden doubts.
This was James.
His brother.
And he was going to betray them,
betray Lily,
who was always kind to him.
But he remembered all the snide whispers,
all the respect he would get
when he told the Dark Lord,
and he doubted no more.
He had doubts,
when he touched the snake
and skull on his arm,
when he contacted the Dark Lord.
James.
He would, maybe,
have found it easier
if it had been Sirius,
if he had had to betray him
who had mocked him and teased him.
But it wasn't,
it was James,
who had defended him
and laughed with him.
And then the Dark Lord came,
and there was no time for doubt.
He definitely had doubts,
that Halloween night,
when the Dark Lord had smiled
that thin lipped smile
and told him that tonight was the night,
and they would be gone by morning.
He felt that sudden turning over of his heart,
that you only get
in times of fear for loved ones,
and he almost told him the wrong information,
and screw the consequences.
But he didn't,
because he always was a coward.
He remembers that time
that Sirius hissed that at him,
and James stood by and let him,
and his resolve strengthened.
And then it was too late for doubts,
and they were gone,
with a quiet curse,
and James Potter was extinguished.
He later heard that she had defended her son,
and he could almost hear her pleading,
see the swish of her hair,
and the curse that had destroyed her.
But then the Dark Lord was gone,
and he almost felt something akin to pleasure.
He could only hope
that they didn't know
that it was him
before they died,
but he knew that James was always sharp,
and that he would figure it out.
He hoped that it hadn't been too painful.
Peter Pettigrew had doubts.