Vengeance:
Vengeance is a noun, defined as infliction of punishment in return for a wrong committed; retribution.
I know I betrayed you… but I had my reasons, too, even if you think they were stupid. It wasn't just for the power, though that was part of the reason. It wasn't just for the fame. It wasn't just for the sparing of my life. It was for the appreciation.
You ask, 'what appreciation? The appreciation of killing innocent people?'
'No,' I reply. 'The appreciation of being recognized as a person, even if I didn't want to.' To you, it doesn't make sense. But to me, it does.
I told you to watch out for your backs. True, you didn't believe me; bet you wish you had, now. I got you back, now, for everything you did. Yes, everything you did. All the teasing; all the jokes. All the taunts; all the pranks.
I never felt like I really fit in. Remus is the smart one; Sirius, the sophisticated playboy; James was the love-struck Quidditch star. Where did I fit in? I was the fat lump that followed you around- you had even said so, when you thought I wasn't there.
'Why do we hang out with Peter, anyways?' asked James one day.
'Because he's our friend,' replied Remus, as if there was no doubt about it.
'But he just tags along with us,' protested Sirius. 'He's not like us.'
Believe it or not, this was just one of the many, many times something like this happened. I had confusion with a difficult spell- I was stupid. I tripped over my untied shoelaces- I was a klutz. I told a lie nobody believed- I was a horrible liar (that much, actually, is true, but I digress). I didn't go to Hospital once, after a full moon, because I had a couple scratches and I didn't want the nurse to know about, because I thought it would look suspicious- I was an ungrateful lout.
I felt like I didn't belong. And, really, I didn't. It is really not that hard to come visit when I'm sick, or to send me a birthday card over summer, or to write one or two sentences in a letter. Yet, you didn't. You never did. So I waited, for one day. I plotted to come and get my revenge on you. …Maybe revenge isn't a good word. Think of it as more like… vengeance, I suppose. Had I been appreciated, this would never have happened.
But I wasn't appreciated. One day, I will get my vengeance on you all. Every last one of you. Cheers to the happy moments. There won't be much left, anymore, not after everything you've done. I've kept track; it's time for you to pay. I wasn't appreciated. Watch your backs. Be scared, Marauders; be very scared. My vengeance has only just begun.
I wrote this after a conversation with my friend, who I've talked to maybe three times in over a month, and the only person I've talked to- at all. I wrote most of this in a message to them all as a group, then reread it and thought of turning it into a fic. So, I did. Sorry if it's inconsistant, but I don't really care. This is exactly from my heart; nothing you say can change it. Really, is it that hard to email me once in a while, or to phone me? My friends are making me feel underappreciated, like I don't belong... and now, I'm starting to think I really don't. Hence, the perfect story idea.
Oh, yes... I don't own anything in this. Sorry.