It is so cold, I am barely able to hold this quill. Snape decided to experiment upon me. I believe it was a freezing potion, but what do I know? I am not well adverse in potions. To tell the truth I am not that talented in anything magical. I was fair in Herbology, but that is another story. For now I must continue on with this one, I must finish before it is too late.
Now, where did I leave off? Ah, I remember. I left off with me in my room pondering my miserable fate, little did I know then that it would become this bad. Nothing much more came from that day. I guess the next important thing to happen in my life would be the trip to Diagon Alley. I am sure you are aware what it is like to shop at Diagon Alley, despite any changes that have occurred over time. The buzz of life, the people nothing but life, something not found in my house. That may be why I was drawn to James and Sirius… but that is an issue than needs be addressed latter in my account, not now.
Peter looked eagerly around, taking in the sites of Diagon Alley, the place almost seemed to breath new life into him. What wonderful things lay beyond many of the highly decorated windows?
"Where is you list?" gruffly demanded Peter's father.
Peter began searching his pockets; he could not remember which pocket he had put his list in. A panic began to set in as he had checked three of his four pockets, he knew if his list was not there he would be punished harshly. Peter swallowed hard as his hand reached into his last pocket; his eyes grew large when he realized that his list was not there either.
"Well? Where is it?" demanded Mr. Pettigrew.
"I – I – I," stammered Peter.
"Speak up boy!"
"I can't find it," rushed Peter with one breath.
"You what?"
"I – I – I," continued Peter as he desperately searched for an answer which came to him in the least expected way.
"Excuse me," butted in a slender boy with messy hair and glasses, "I think you dropped this."
"I did?" asked Peter is wonderment, he vaguely remembered leaving his list on his desk at home.
"Yeah, you're looking for a list, and I found this on the ground, so it must be yours," answered the boy winking at Peter.
"Thank you," nodded Peter taking the list from the boy.
"Anytime," smiled the boy as he ran off, most likely to join someone for something.
"Well, are you going to tell me what you need or do I need to do it myself?" sneered Mr. Pettigrew.
"Well, um…" began Peter as he began to look over the list.
"Never you mind, I'll do it myself otherwise we'll never get out of here," interrupted Mr. Pettigrew snatching the list from Peter's hands.
It was a miserable day for Peter. He wanted to say hello to the girl with red hair getting fitted in the mirror next to him, but he knew his father would not approve. Even if he did approve Peter was too scared.
Before long, Peter's dad bumped into the Blacks. He was quite pleased to see others that were purebloods, and took some time to hobnob with them. With Mr. Black came two other children, Peter marked them to be around his age maybe a bit older. One was a girl and the other was a boy.
The girl was tall, thin with long brown hair; she seemed to command a presence about her. She seemed to judge people with out ever meeting them. Peter hated to find out what she thought of him.
"Yes," coolly smirked Mr. Black, "This is Sirius' first year at Hogwarts as well. We are expecting nothing less than Slytherin. The whole family has been in the house for generations."
Peter did not pay very much attention to the conversation between his dad and Mr. Black and looked to the boy whom he assumed was Sirius. He was slightly shorter than the girl but Peter figured it was because the girl was older. Sirius didn't seem much like the girl, but he seemed to be a person not to cross. To Peter there seemed to be something different about Sirius, almost the way he carried himself, like he didn't own the place and all others should bow to him, very unlike the girl that was with him. Sirius seemed distracted as well. Peter couldn't pick out why. It was sudden when Sirius noticed him.
"Hello," he said barley keeping eye contact with Peter; he seemed to be looking for something.
"Um.. Hello," responded Peter meekly.
This called the attention of the girl, which made Peter feel uncomfortable. She probed and pierced him with her cool blue eyes. After she made a quick judgment on Peter she hissed Sirius' name as if to tell him to not to engage Peter.
This was all Sirius needed to cause him to make a concentrated effort to talk to Peter.
"I'm Sirius," he smiled at Peter, as he gave a wicked glance at the girl.
"P-Peter," he answered kindly not sure what to make of Sirius.
"This here is my cousin Narcissa, she's stuck up so don't mind her."
"Sirius!" admonished Narcissa as she turned from ignoring Peter.
"What? That is what you are! Pretty much everyone in my family are stuck up like Cissy here."
Peter only nodded, not sure what to say.
"I take you're a first year?"
Peter only nodded in the affirmative.
"Me too! Maybe we'll be in the same house together. Which one do you think you'll be in?"
"I don't know," answered Peter, in fact he had never thought about it. He knew that most of his family ended up in Slytherin or Ravenclaw. But those houses didn't seem right for him he knew he was not cunning nor was he super smart. Gryffindor did not seem to suit him either, and Huffelpuff was for people who, for people like him… maybe that was the house for him, as sad as it was or maybe his letter was mistaken and he was a squib after all, then there would be no house for him.
"What house do you think you will be in?"
"Come along Peter!" ordered Mr. Pettigrew grabbing Peter's shoulder, before Sirius could answer what house he thought he'd be in.
