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When Peter woke up he was on a train leaving his home town. There was nobody else in his compartment except for his mother and she was absorbed in her harlequin romance novel. He looked at his reflection in the window and saw that he had a huge, dark, black bruise on his left temple. He sighed as he began to think up an excuse to tell his new teachers and classmates about his bruise. His mother noticed him when he gasped out in pain as his bruise banged against the window.

"Oh good, you're awake." said his mother as she put the bookmark in her book. Her cold voice sent shivers down his spine and he felt like he was going to wet himself but he knew that it was better if he didn't. She was angry because the enchanted car was having a few technical difficulties and she was going to take it out on her son.

"I-I l-l-love you mother." said Peter as he shivered against the red leather seat. He felt like he was going to die from fear.

"Good boy, Peter." said his mother stroking his blonde hair almost lovingly

"Thank you mother, I'm happy that I made you happy."

"What do you tell your teachers?"

"I-I slipped and fell."

"Good boy, at least you can do that right you useless piece of uselessness."

"Ye-yes mother."

"Oh, and stay away from that Hillspare girl, boy."

"What?!"

"You heard me, she's much too good for the likes of you."

"Mother!" said Peter feeling deeply offended at what his mother was saying to him. He forgot himself for a moment but he kicked himself as that moment passed. His mother looked at him with her ice cold eyes and then smacked him as hard as she could.

"You little bastard! You will show me respect!"

"Y-yes mother, I'm sorry."

"That's better you pathetic piece of garbage."

"Yes mother."

"What are you, Peter?"

"I'm a pathetic piece of garbage and I should be ashamed of myself for even daring to exist."

"And you look just like a rat."

"A disgusting rat." finished Peter as he began to cry a few silent tears. The rest of the train wet silently except from a whimper from him whenever he'd get struck. His mother walked him to Diagon Ally and left him to find his way to the train by himself just to be cruel. He began to cry until he was noticed by a dark haired boy with very messy hair.

"Are you OK?" asked the boy. Peter could only nod, he was unused to the kindness he was being shown.

"My name is James Potter, what's yours?"

"Peter Pettigrew." said Peter quietly. He and James got to talking and Peter expertly deflected James' question about his bruise. He went with James' family to the train station feeling very uncomfortable at James' mother's sympathy. He had a feeling that he and James were going to be friends for a long time.

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