Tightness in my chest.
This feeling that I could never hope to forget.
He smiled. Wait no, it was not a smile, It was more of a smirk. He looked smug, like he had finally gotten what he wanted from me. I had told him everything, I was a snitch. My friends were going to die, DIE, because of me. Because I got scared and told everything. I told him who we were hiding, why we were doing it, how they've been running all these years. I even told him where they were. He had plans to kill me though, I could see it in the look in his eyes. He would have found out from someone else, someone else not as close to them as I was. It was only a matter of time till he found out.
I just told him, to close the space in time. At most they would have had a couple of months. He had already closed down on everyone else, they were the only ones left. Their time was running short. But maybe, if I hadn't told him the would have had the time to run. They might still be alive.
I'm sure that they would have been better than I was, they wouldn't have let me die just for their lives. They never liked me much, but they were better people than I was. I was just a scared little rat compared to them, they just let me tag along. They were so brilliant, a little thing like me could have never hoped to ever be like them. It was my dream.
Oh, what have I done! I can see what he has planned for them already, it's written all over him. His eye brows, his eyes, his lips, his stance, the way he's holding his wand. He has the intent to kill, and he will do it. I wish I could die along with them, but no. I'm not going to let that happen, there is nothing I could do now. Even if I went to go and protect them, to warn them. There would never be enough time! They would be long dead by the time I got to them.
When he turns to leave, I watch as his cloak flow after him. That's when the world started to move in slow motion. He looks back at me only once, and for a second I thought that he had changed his mind. I flinched like the coward that I was. "Good Job Wormtail." He says before leaving, that only makes the feeling in my chest grow tighter.
I sit here now, writing this, in an empty abandoned house that he had chosen as his lair. I fall to the floor, no longer able to keep my legs standing strong. A sob exploded from my chest, that tightness turning into sorrow, regret, even mourning. I had messed up, and now I had no chance to get them back. "Oh Lily! James!" I say, imagining their tiny boy in my mind's eye."Harry." The last name comes as a whisper as I imagine his lifeless body in his crib. The beautiful work of life that James and Lily had created.
They would all be gone. Sirius would be next, Lupin and Tongs wouldn't be so far after. No one would be safe. Dumbledore was loosing. Time was up. I ran.