Betrayal
Disclaimer: I don't own it but neither do you
A/N: Just something I wrote for the Hogwarts School daily challenge prompt- write about Peter betraying his friends
It was the 31st of October, Halloween.
James and Lily were dead. And it was all his fault.
It was the fact that he didn't care that haunted Peter. He supposed, that if he could go back in time and change it, he wouldn't. He wouldn't change a thing.
And that made him sick.
He was disgusted, so disgusted that he had betrayed his friends, the only friends he had in the world.
They were gone and he didn't care, only cared about saving himself. He loathed himself for it, despised himself. And he supposed, on the 1st of September as he killed countless and blamed it on one of his best friends, James and Lily probably despised him too.
And he was okay with that.
He deserved it.
During Harry's third year at school, the mass murderer Sirius Black escaped, and Peter knew Sirius wanted him dead. On that night, when his only friends in the world tried to kill him, and they were stopped- Peter wanted justice. He knew he deserved it.
And when Peter joined the Dark Lord, he knew how much he was hated, how many people wanted him dead. But it was just one of those things; they didn't matter anymore. He hated himself like he hated an enemy, but he owed the world one last favour.
On the night Peter died, he saved the life of James and Lily's son, his guilt consumed mind taking control. He owed his friends so much. He could never be with them again, hope to be accepted. He was an outcast now, hated by all.
But he deserved it.
A/N: Very short I know, but please review ::::)
Cat Xx
