Okay, so I don't really kow how Pettigrew thinks…But I guess, it would atleast have some teeny weeny similarity to this. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic and I don't think that I'm going to write another.

And note that Pettigrew never thought of Potter, Black and Lupin as his friends.

I don't own Harry Potter.

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I watched as my friends laughed and played. They were so merry, so happy. They were reckless troublemakers; the greatest Hogwarts had ever known. Their pranks were enough to land them detention for their whole lives but they never cared about the consequences of their actions and even the teachers favored them. What should have been a week's detention was just shrugged off as a harmless prank and they were let off with one night's detention.

I had always wanted to be like them, glorious, famous, powerful, never afraid of anything. But I was too weak. I hid in the shadows while my friends acted as my shield. They protected me from those Slytherins. Those Slytherins that attacked me because of THEIR pranks on them. But I didn't care, as long as they were with me, no one could do anything to me. I was safe.

Yet, even if they claimed to be my friends and shielded me, I knew that they had just befriended me because I knew Remus' secret. So that I would not disclose any information about his "furry little problem". This fact hurt me a lot but I never told them. They would get angry at me and leave me those Slytherins' wrath so, as to not make them angry, I agreed to whatever James and Sirius said even though it was stupid. They laughed at my meekiness but I never cared. They were my friends after all.

Years flew past and we learned to become animagus,but nothing had changed. Prongs, Padfoot and Moony still pranked the Slytherins regularly. Professer McGonagall was still strict as ever and still favored my friends. Dumbledore was jolly as ever.

Life was normal or as normal as it could be in Hogwarts. I still tripped on my way to class. I was still made fun of for my clumsiness. My friends still protected me from others. They still made fun of me when they were bored. It pained me. But I knew they didn't mean it; they were just teasing me. They couldn't have meant all that. They were my friends after all.

And then we graduated from Hogwarts. And again I watched as my friends all became successful in the blink of an eye. I watched as I was left alone in the shadows of their glory once again. I watched as they flaunted their achievements at me and laughed at me for missing out on the things that I could have but never did because I was weak. Of course they didn't say it out it loud but I could hear it in their voice when they talked to me.

I had thought that things would change when we would graduate from Hogwarts but I was proven wrong when they told me to go and hide so that the Dark Lord didn't hurt me. They still considered me weak. But what they didn't know was that I had found power. I had found a master, a master who could kill them with just a flick of his wand.

I watched as my friends' happy faces turned gloomy, their laughter became hollow. They were scared of my Lord. Ha! I was the powerful one now. They could do nothing against me. Nothing. They had won the battle but I had won the war.