Services Rendered
No one ever paid much attention
To Peter Pettigrew.
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No one ever knew:
What made him tick,
Or why he drew pictures
Of red-head girls.
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No one ever noticed:
His pounding heart,
His sweaty hands,
His loving gaze.
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No one ever looked at him
Like she did,
With bright green eyes
And understanding touch.
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"She lives." He rasped demandingly.
Fast pants,
Dry Lips,
Darting eyes.
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"She lives." Affirmation from
Red eyes,
Thin fingers,
Power.
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A silent sigh as dreams
Came true.
All trace of James Potter -
Gone.
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And then everyone would notice
Peter Pettigrew.
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And then, perhaps,
His little mind dared,
Perhaps,
Maybe,
One day,
Somehow…
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"Lily Pettigrew".
For services rendered.
Payment given
For friendship's betrayal.