Fallen Angel
James wasn't the only one Peter wanted revenge on.
Chapter One- Looking Back.
A girl with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes sat in a small bedroom. She lived alone, but it wasn't something she minded. Her friends came over a lot, and it was a rare moment that the house was quiet like this. She slipped off her bed and crouched down next to it, searching beneath.
She smiled when she found what she was looking for. It was a large, red and gold box that probably could have been dustier if she wasn't still only a few years out of Hogwarts. A small, scratched-and-doodled-on label read 'Angel Denicola'. Hurriedly, she opened it.
A blast of memories fell onto her. She saw the first Gryffindor scarf she'd ever bought, and a few small, simple prank items. She remembered her first year…
Angel had been sorted into Gryffindor after only a moment's hesitation- the only person sorted into Gryffindor faster was James Potter. She remembered when the Marauders had first formed their little group, though they hadn't had a name yet. She remembered always being a bit to the wayside and not entirely in on the group, but then again, neither was Peter.
She stopped her train of thought there to save for other years. If she thought out the first all the way into the seventh, she would confuse her thoughts together and not get to look at all her memories. She spotted a picture that was about ten years old, a little worn, but perfectly accurate. It was James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and herself. They were twelve years old.
Grinning she set to remembering her second year. James had developed a whopper of a crush on Lily as Angel had developed a tiny one on him. He was too busy goggling after Lily to notice. Angel dropped it. That year they worked really hard on a reputation as pranksters. Angel wouldn't say they failed.
There wasn't anything more there to happen. She next picked up a lunar chart. What a memory the third year was! Just so much information, and so much excitement. Well, at least for thirteen-year-olds it was.
She remembered James and Sirius finding something important out and having to talk to Remus. But they wouldn't tell her or Peter at all. After having a good talk with Remus- say an hour or so, they returned and told Angel and Peter. They told the two what they were planning to do. Angel remembered getting all excited, then remembered James and Remus sending Sirius and Peter to tell her they didn't want her to become an Animangus. Her heart plummeted, but she decided she'd tutor Peter so he could figure it out. Then she realized that was the last thing she wanted to do. She took up Quidditch.
The studying had been hard, she'd remembered. But she put it back and pulled out the next thing. It was just a plain sheet of parchment and it said 'Marauders- James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter'. A tear formed in Angel's eye, but she smiled and shook it away.
That was the year they'd named themselves Marauders. That was also the year they became more close-knit within themselves, excluding Angel a bit. She actually didn't mind, because she was lucky to be with them at all. Angel got into her stride that year, though. She formed an attitude and a personality. She wasn't the nicest to Peter Pettigrew. She still didn't regret it.
She was all smile by the end of that. She was never and would never be sorry for giving Peter the cold shoulder, especially as it seemed he'd developed a crush on her the day he realized she was a girl. That could have ruined her in with the Marauders. And Peter was just too desperate. Next she pulled out a tuft of black fur. She gasped, remembering the fifth year.
Peter's crush had subsided and all was normal again. They mastered the transformation and gained their nicknames. They left Angel alone on full moons, but she always had homework to catch up on anyway. When she found out Sirius was a dog, her heart had leapt. Crush wasn't a strong enough word. That explains the tuft of fur. James strengthened his ego and annoyed Lily to the hexing point. He could be scary sometimes.
The next thing that caught her eye stopped her thought and breath altogether. It was her own bootleg version of the Marauders Map.
They had developed the Map in sixth year, knowing the secret passageways too well for their own good. As a birthday present, they'd given her a bootleg version. Not as accurate, but the thought was there. She never stopped liking Sirius, but she controlled herself. Peter had gotten a bit more secretive, but no one noticed until much later.
She sighed. It wasn't something she could control- her eyes teared up a lot. She blinked them out a few times before returning to sight. She spotted more pictures, a wedding invitation, and her diploma.
Their seventh year had been wonderful. Angel and Sirius got closer, though they never dated. Lily and James went from the extreme of hate to… well, you saw the wedding invitation. The pictures were fairly recent, but none of them looked how they did now. James and Lily were… not here, not anymore. Remus looked old and tired, but he looked happy, which Angel hadn't seen him like in a long time. Sirius was young and handsome and full of life and was now rotting away in Azkaban. Peter looked as fat and ugly as ever. Angel still didn't like him, and still didn't give up on Sirius. She couldn't help feel it was more Peter's fault than Sirius's.
Tears rolled down her cheeks now. She remembered Lily and James and how happy James was when Lily was Head Girl to his Head Boy- how he hurt his jaw from pure glee. She remembered hearing that Sirius betrayed them, but not really hearing it at all. She remembered Remus- tired, calm ,smart, sweet Remus. He never changed. Then she remembered Peter… how she hated Peter, how she shunned him. She was the cause of why James and Sirius treated him that way.
She sniffed and returned the box to it's place hidden underneath her bed. She didn't do that often at all. She didn't know why looking back made her remember, most prominently, how she had treated Peter like scum, and how she had treated Sirius like a god. But that they were. She didn't regret it, never would. But she wanted to know what would happen if she was in a room alone with Peter Pettigrew…
A/N: Well, that was fun to write. Review please. I love my plot for some odd reason. Got it off a 'Which Marauder Hates You' quiz and random thoughts about how bad Wormtail should die.