My Fault
Summary:It's my fault James is dead.
Peter's P.O.V.
I don't deserve to be a Gryffindor. Or a Marauder.
It's my fault James is dead.
Prongs.
My best mate.
I killed him, along with Lily.
Evans, we called her.
Then Potter.
Now nothing.
Now I'm dead, too. According to the news.
Padfoot's the murderer.
He's in Azkaban.
My fault, again.
It's because I'm pathetic. Weak.
Pathetic Peter.
Weak Wormtail.
The Weasley's are nice. Not the twins. Stupid, fat rat, they called me.
So did Ron. Ron and his friend, Harry.
Harry Potter.
The Boy Who Lived.
James' son.
Lily's son.
The one with the scar.
That's my fault, too.
Moony's a teacher. Good for him. I know he wanted to be.
Sirius is out of Azkaban. He escaped. He probably wants to kill me.
Harry has the Map. Only a tiny bit of effort would mean he could find me.
I'm probably going to die this year.
I probably deserve it.