Love. Love is powerful. People want to be loved. But Peter Pettigrew, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be loved. James was loved, Sirius was loved, heck, even Remus could get a girl! But he couldn't. He had no talents, no love. He was the scraggly boy who followed the pops. The wanna be. Wanna be's weren't loved. The Dark Lord promised him love if he spied on Lily and James. He was nervous, but eventually agreed. He acted like he was looking forward to it. But at night he sat in his bed, staring at the moon, regretting his decision. He was the reason his idol was going to die. And their innocent son as well. The hope of love had taken over him, and there was no way out. He would never forget the beauty in Lily's eyes as he said goodbye for the last time. He would never forget baby Harry's smiling face. He would never forget James' afraid look. His want for love had hurt him and he couldn't turn back. He had nights of regret, think of the poor orphan. He had betrayed his best friend.