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(Peter's POV)
I never wanted it to be this way, I just wanted to make a name for myself. It was a moment of weakness that I will never forgive myself for. You see I was never well liked, all the children that my mother invited around for dinner picked on me as soon as the adults backs were turned. When I got to Hogwarts it was a whole new start. I could make friends and find my talents, but here still, out of the hundreds of students nobody wanted to be my friend.
I started turning my interests away from making friends and to talking to the animals in the forbidden forest, because surely they wouldn't avoid me aswell. In one of my frequent visits to the forest I saw a man (it was clear to see he was an animagus because he turned into a human from a snake right in front of me). The man held his hands up in a sign that he meant me no harm.
Me and this man started talking (he started the conversations as I was never very good with that) I found out that his name was Tom. He taught me ways of becoming better at magic and with social events. We would meet and talk every weekend; he was the reason I decided to try and make some friends again. I did it once so surely I could do it again.
The people I became friends with were Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter. Sure I was mostly fetching snacks for them and they out-shined me in all subjects but I'd finally found my place. When I told Tom on the weekend he didn't seem very happy about it. But the more I talked about them the more he warmed up to the idea of them.
As the years went by I was still in the shadows of my friends and quite often I was at the wrong end of their pranks. I assumed this was just friendly banter and laughed along with them. I still met Tom on the weekends but his mind always seemed distracted.
As we graduated, our bonds were still strong and Lily and James were going to have a child to add to our family, but it all went wrong! Tom came to me and told me who he really is… My friend Tom was actually Lord Voldemort. He said our friendship was too strong and he couldn't keep this information to himself anymore. He said he wanted me to join him and that he wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to. That was the day I got the dark mark.
Sirius was meant to be the secret keeper not me, but it was agreed I was the safest choice. Tom never asked me to meetings saying I was his friend, not his servant. I didn't know he would do it, how could I? he was my best friend since I was eleven. I told Tom I was the secret keeper one night over a bottle of firewhisky.
I woke the next day in a cell in Malfoy manor. Masked people throwing dark curses at me. I was in pain, I hurt, I didn't know why this was happening! Tom came down and stopped them demanding to know why they were doing this. Tom came into my cell and held onto me. I told him they wanted to know where the Potters were. He asked if I told them and I said I can't remember, Tom told me we must warn them.
The next day we went to their house to warn them, but that isn't what happened. I didn't know this would happen, I just wanted them safe. He killed them. The lifeless bodies and betrayed looks all the time I was begging him to stop. I was blinded by him being my friend. But he was just using me, my real friends were dead. But I'm too scared to go against him now. That was the day my 'friend Tom' became my 'Lord Voldemort'.
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-My first story. Grammar and spell checks were done by my sister.