Author Note: It has come to my attention that I and others have neglected a
poor harry potter character. The one and only: Peter Petigew. I wanted to
write a fan fiction on him, and hope you will be so kind as to read/review.
Thank you. : )
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters.
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Peter Petigew was unlike anyone he knew at Hogwarts: he wasn't an imfamous James Potter on his broomstick, not one who had the charm or humor of Sirus Black, nor the knowledge that Remus Lupin so often shared. He was different.
Different: one would think that one of the other three boys would be more different then him.
James, for instance, was the first person in centuries to make it on the qudditch team on his first year. And, more importantly-a seeker!
However, Peter never could really fit in with those around him. It appeared that even Remus Lupin-who later turned out to be a werewolf-had no trouble fitting in with his fellow students. Peter, who was your plain-average-all- around-normal-kid was, well...plain.
At times he wished he could be different: "maybe if I only tried harder" he used to think. It would be no good: he was still the same person as before.
However, there was one time in his life when Peter actually did shine through from the other marauders and claimed his moment of fame. Over the years, wizards tend to have forgotten how the Hogwarts student had done the impossible.
It was like it was only yesterday...
"Peter!" shouted a voice from the hall.
"Huh?" A young third-year Peter looked up from his books which had been slipping in his small arms to find James Potter and Sirus Black running his way.
"Peter!" shouted Sirus excitedly. "We've got a wicked idea."
"It's brilliant!" James added, catching his breath. "Even Remus thinks so!"
"What?" Peter looked doubtfully at his friends. Breaking rules didn't bother him that much anymore-it was something he did every so often. However, all of their "wicked ideas" had a catch to them and he usually ended up regretting that he ever shook hands with any of the marauders.
"It's about the kitchen," James said. "We've figured out a way to-"
"-the professors won't ever know, you see..."
"We can get a closer look at the Slytherin team that way and-"
"Don't you think it's a good idea, Peter?" Sirus said.
Peter blinked: his mind had been wandering again. The words "Professors" "won't" "know" and "Slytherin" were, to him, illegal to say in the same conversation. He looked down to see James holding water balloons in his hand-a tool obviously going to be used tonight.
Peter shrugged thinking that "maybe it would be fun" as he walked to Potions. What Peter didn't know that someone else would be up to mischief tonight and that they would soon cross paths in the fight of the century.
Peter didn't know though, so what did it matter?
He went off to class without a simple worry on his mind..
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To Be Continued
Author Note: So, how did you like the story?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters.
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Peter Petigew was unlike anyone he knew at Hogwarts: he wasn't an imfamous James Potter on his broomstick, not one who had the charm or humor of Sirus Black, nor the knowledge that Remus Lupin so often shared. He was different.
Different: one would think that one of the other three boys would be more different then him.
James, for instance, was the first person in centuries to make it on the qudditch team on his first year. And, more importantly-a seeker!
However, Peter never could really fit in with those around him. It appeared that even Remus Lupin-who later turned out to be a werewolf-had no trouble fitting in with his fellow students. Peter, who was your plain-average-all- around-normal-kid was, well...plain.
At times he wished he could be different: "maybe if I only tried harder" he used to think. It would be no good: he was still the same person as before.
However, there was one time in his life when Peter actually did shine through from the other marauders and claimed his moment of fame. Over the years, wizards tend to have forgotten how the Hogwarts student had done the impossible.
It was like it was only yesterday...
"Peter!" shouted a voice from the hall.
"Huh?" A young third-year Peter looked up from his books which had been slipping in his small arms to find James Potter and Sirus Black running his way.
"Peter!" shouted Sirus excitedly. "We've got a wicked idea."
"It's brilliant!" James added, catching his breath. "Even Remus thinks so!"
"What?" Peter looked doubtfully at his friends. Breaking rules didn't bother him that much anymore-it was something he did every so often. However, all of their "wicked ideas" had a catch to them and he usually ended up regretting that he ever shook hands with any of the marauders.
"It's about the kitchen," James said. "We've figured out a way to-"
"-the professors won't ever know, you see..."
"We can get a closer look at the Slytherin team that way and-"
"Don't you think it's a good idea, Peter?" Sirus said.
Peter blinked: his mind had been wandering again. The words "Professors" "won't" "know" and "Slytherin" were, to him, illegal to say in the same conversation. He looked down to see James holding water balloons in his hand-a tool obviously going to be used tonight.
Peter shrugged thinking that "maybe it would be fun" as he walked to Potions. What Peter didn't know that someone else would be up to mischief tonight and that they would soon cross paths in the fight of the century.
Peter didn't know though, so what did it matter?
He went off to class without a simple worry on his mind..
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To Be Continued
Author Note: So, how did you like the story?