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Wormtail's POV:

"Peter! Hurry up! Mom'll get mad!" John, my brother, shouted into my bedroom to wake me up. I really feel like going nowhere today but if I linger mom will get angry and no one wants that. I turn over on my side and see my empty trunk and my clothes, books, letters, and quills sprawled out all over the floor. It's a wonder why mother hasn't scolded me yet for making such a mess. I somehow manage to disentangle myself from my blue bed sheets and get changed. I have been counting down to this day for ages. The day I get to see my friends again.

I have never really had any luck when it came to making friends in the muggle world. Everyone hated me because I was apparently spiteful and selfish towards other people and therefore popularity has never been my strong point. My self esteem has always been beaten down because of the hatefulness from others but all that changed on the 18th of August 1971 when I got my Hogwarts letter. This was a chance for me to start afresh and take another stab at life. This was a chance for me to finally make some friends and that's exactly what happened.

On the Hogwarts express two years ago I made friends with Remus Lupin who was kind and treated me like an equal and not something he had just scraped off of the bottom of his shoe. Later on, after I persuaded the Sorting Hat to let me into Gryffindor with Remus, Remus introduced me to James Potter and Sirius Black and those three have been my idols ever since. I can't wait to see them again.

Since I was in America for the majority of the summer, I only just had time to buy my books and so my robes are a bit short and tight. I grab them and shove them into my trunk along with everything else on the floor. That should be enough to last me through till Christmas. I almost leave the room when I remember that to do magic I might need my wand, so I double back and search my room from top to bottom until I find it underneath a dirty shirt by the foot of my wardrobe.

Trying my hardest to make as little noise as possible, I pull my trunk down the stairs behind me and set it down beside the door. Clearly I made too much of a ruckus, as my mother comes storming out of the living room wielding the remote as a weapon. Last night because we had just returned from America, my mother's friends (who are also witches) went out partying and they drank a lot. This means that today we have to deal with a woman, who is normally cranky anyway, with a hangover.

"Keep the noise down," she whispers threateningly to me and then, holding her head with her free hand, she walks back into the living room. As quietly as I can, I walk through to the kitchen where my brother is making food for us both. Our father doesn't pay any attention to us and our mother pays too much attention to us (but clearly not in a good way). My mother and I are the only magical people in our family of four as well. My brother has to now endure my mother whilst I am gone because we can't afford to send him to boarding school.

I take the plate of beans and toast that he is offering me and I shovel it down my throat.

"I'm going to miss you, Pete," he says sadly. He is one year younger than me but most people seem to think we are twins. I have a stubby nose and a bad pair of eyes and teeth. I am also short and chubby, whereas he is tall, athletic looking and has 20-20 vision. If you saw us both at the same time you wouldn't think I was the elder sibling.

"I'll miss you too John, but you know I have to go," I say, setting my fork down. His long brown hair falls over his eyes and I know he is hiding his emotions from me. "Don't worry; you will see me at Christmas just like last year." Before he can reply I hear mother calling out for us to leave to drop me off at Kingscross Station. Not wanting to anger her any further, we quickly put our plates in the sink and rushed off to get ready to leave.

Father isn't coming with us to Kingscross simply because he doesn't want to but I don't mind. I never really have minded. I'm used to being ignored and I'm just lucky that I have John to talk to or else I would probably go insane. Between father not talking and mother talking too much I wouldn't be able to cope.

"Out of the way!"

"Excuse me!"

"Sorry!"

It seems like every in Kingscross is going out of their way to shove me into everything I pass. My shoulder aches from bumping into various walls and archways and my foot can't take being stood on for one more moment. My mother is tugging my sleeve as I walk, dragging me along beside her and stumble in a vain attempt to keep up with her brisk walk. I can't wait to get a growth spurt. Finally we make it to platform 9. I look up and above my head I see that it is 10:58. Sadly, seeing as my brother is a muggle, he can't go through the platform and mother can't leave him alone, so I have to go through all by myself. I walk towards him.

"Be good okay, John? Remember our deal, if you write I send you sweets," I joke and he gives me a hug that I gladly return. I go to give mother a hug as well but she turns at the last moment so I end up hugging her arm. I sigh. "Bye mom."

"Bye, Peter. Come on, John. Let's go," she says and leaves without a backwards glance.

I grab my trunk and run through the platform wall to platform 9 ¾ . I see the steam coming from the train and I run as fast as my short legs will take me and I make it onto the train with one minute to spare. I walk along the carriages until I finally see Padfoot and Moony. We greet each other, talk and laugh at Prongs trying to get onto the train, and talk and bit more. After a while we change into our robes to avoid any hassle later on.

It's getting to around nightfall when James finally asks the question. "We are going to do it this year right?"

We all exchange glances. The previous year, seeing as Remus told us about his condition, we agreed to help him through his rough transformations by becoming illegal animagi. James' patronus was a majestic stag and so he chose that as his animagus. Sirius' patronus was a shaggy, long black haired dog and so the name Padfoot was made and his patronus was chosen. Even though my patronus was a hare the rest told me to be a rat so I could "deactivate" the Whomping Willow. I doubt I can manage it though as I can just about manage the simplest of spells for my age whereas Remus, James, and Sirius are around the top of the year.

This year we have decided to do two things. Firstly, we are going to create the marauders map with our vast knowledge of the school grounds. And secondly, we are going to be unregistered animagi. This year is going to be great.

"I don't see why not," Sirius says and Remus looks extremely happy. When he first told us about his condition he was worried that we were going to abandon him like other wizards and witches would have. To be honest I was thinking about doing that because I'm a coward and didn't want to face a werewolf, but Sirius and James were so supportive I had to go along and I'm glad I did too.

"We might as well start with the map then; we need to get some enchanted parchment from Filtch first and then we have got to get some everlasting ink from Slughorn's cupboard. I doubt we need to steal that though because Remus here is our top student," James says smiling and gesturing towards Remus who is blushing. "We can do that on Wednesday. We'll call it: Operation Steal Paper and ink" James said.

"Or we could just call it: Operation Pink for short?" Remus suggests.

"Yeah, or that," James laughs.

I look out the window. Even the shadows of the train now were swallowed by the encroaching darkness. In the gathering gloom the stars and the moon shone brighter in the sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is light. The trees flitter past the window and a dark unmoving lake comes into view. Over the hills I see it. Hogwarts. I'm home at last.