A/N: Ok, this is the first one shot I've done so any constructive criticism is welcome. ;)
Memories of a Marauder
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.
The four Marauders.
The inseparable four.
Yeah.
Right.
Well actually there's only three now.
Moony, Wormtail and Padfoot.
I suppose that's my fault really. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I can't change it now.
Padfoot's gonna kill me, hell Moony's gonna kill me. If he finds out.
He might not, you know. In all probability the truth will die with Padfoot. It's not like I'm gonna go round proclaiming that I killed Prongs. That would be stupid. That would be so bloody stupid. That would be so... Padfoot.
Except that he wouldn't have done it.
He's got morals.
Don't know how he got them. I didn't think the Blacks believed much in morals. His brother didn't. Well, not at first. I guess the fact that he panicked the first time saw someone murdered suggests that maybe he wasn't as corrupt and evil as he made out.
Who would have thought it? A Gryffindor turned out to have more stomach than a Slytherin. I guess that intrepid Gryffindor courage finally came in useful.
I made quite a good Death Eater, you know. It wasn't that bad. Not that bad.
It could have been worse.
Probably.
It doesn't matter now anyway.
He's gone, you know.
The Dark Lord.
My Master.
Git.
I've always been someone's follower actually. I used to follow Prongs.
James.
And Sirius I guess. But especially James. He was the only one who was always on my side. I think Sirius always thought I was a bit wet. And Remus? I know he didn't approve of my supposedhero-worshipping of James. I guess he had a point. James wasn't all he was cracked up to be. When you spend seven years observing someone, you start to recognise their faults.
James' was a tendency to underestimate the underdog.
Sirius' was to be overly arrogant.
Remus' was to have faith in his friends.
I should really be feeling regret now, shouldn't I? Funny how I don't. I just feel...empty. It's more an absence of feeling.
Whatever.
What's done is done.
James is dead.
Sirius is in Azkaban, which is as good as dead.
And Remus?
Remus is screwed.
Screwed and alone.
I'd feel sorry for them all, for my old friends, I really would, but it's their own fault.
They should have known neither of them would betray Prongs. They should have guessed I was the spy.
Stupid gits.
Still, I shouldn't complain. I got away with it after all.
Prongs won't be talking to anyone ever again.
Padfoot's gonna rot away in Azkaban for the rest of his life.
Moony has no one around to make him question Padfoot's guilt.
And me?
I'm staying silent.
No one would believe a rat anyway.
Especially not a dead one.
So it's all over.
The indestructible gang is divided at last by the only one who never fitted in to begin with.
A wolf.
A dog.
A stag.
And a rat.
A common rat.
An uncommon rat.
I'm one of a kind.
I was, am, one of the Marauders.
A Marauder.
Which basically means I'm a thief, a bandit, a looter, a raider, a brigand, a pirate.
A rat.
But a famous rat, because you see, everyone knows me now. Everyone will hear the story of evil Sirius Black and poor Peter Pettigrew. I'm famous. For once, I'm centre stage. I'm the one people will remember.
To the world, I'm a hero.
To my friends, I'm just Wormtail.
And I always will be.