Hey! This is my first FanFic :-) I just thought that it would be nice to see the world from his point of view.
Thanks for reading x
May Fleur
Prologue
Thud. He looked up nervously. The post had arrived. He prayed silently to himself, as he got up from the table and slowly made his way to the front door. He picked up the letters and turned them over, his heart beating in his chest. Was it there? Was it-
'PETER!'
He sighed. Trust a parent to wake him up when he'd only just got to the important, exciting part of the dream. Peter shrugged off the covers and picked up yesterdays shorts and t-shirt. He really needed to get some more, but Mum had refused until he got his Hogwarts letter. If he got his Hogwarts letter. He wanted it, more than anything he had ever wanted before. He looked around his drab bedroom. The small bed, the antique chest of drawers, the bare wooden floor. He desperately wanted to live in the dormitories, like his father had. He wanted to have detention, run late to lesson and get caught smuggling Dungbombs by Filch, have adventures with his friends-
His friends.
He had always wanted friends, but fate had intervened and made him a small, shy, mousy child, with darting, untruthful eyes and wizard parents. He hadn't gone to a Muggle school, and there were no other wizarding families in the area. The only other children he had met were at in Diagon Alley, where he and his mother went shopping. They had looked at him strangely, and then ignored him. He hated shopping now. He couldn't forget the looks they gave him. Baby, they whispered. Mummy's little boy, they lisped after him. He couldn't help it, it wasn't his fault that-
'PETER! BREAKFAST!'
Peter sighed. 'Coming Mum' he whispered to himself, as he trudged down the worn stairs to the kitchen. He slipped into his place at the table as he waited for his Mum to give him the food that she had lovingly prepared. He put his head in his hands as he waited. She hated to see him like this. She knew how desperate he was to get into Hogwarts, and that she hadn't helped by babying him. He was her only child, her little boy, and she hadn't wanted him to grow up so isolated. It broke her heart to see him so listless. What had happened to her bouncing baby? She placed a full English breakfast in front of him; he needed his strength. A movement at the window caught her eye. It was an owl; a beautiful eagle owl which she recognised as being her sisters favourite when she had been at Hogwarts. She used to love seeing the owl appear at her window, with news from her twin. At first, she had been sad that they had been separated, but she had realised that Hogwarts was not for her when she read the letters that her sister sent her. She quickly opened the window to allow the owl to give the letter to her son.
