Peter's POV

As I die, a rush of guilt reaches me and then it subsides. I feel my own silver hand strangling myself to death. My life flashes back in front of me as I slowly choke to death.

I remember being sorted into Gryffindor to my own surprise! I was no braveheart. James, Sirius and Remus were the brave ones. I idolised them. When they accepted me a friend, I felt important (more than I have ever felt in my life).

Remus helped me in classes I was bad at. And Sirius, he would make me do pranks on people who would laugh at me. James was protective. He made sure I wasn't bullied in the corridors. And Lily, lovely beautiful soul! Always so kind towards me.

I shiver as I remember the night James and Lily died. I cried. I was ashamed of myself. I've always been ashamed of being a coward. I gave them up to You-Know-Who. He terrifies me even when I am dead! I hate being so weak. You-Know-Who made me do things I never wanted to do. Those 12 murders haunt me everyday of my life. I wish Remus and Sirius knew I wasn't smart enough to plan all that. I wish they knew You-Know-Who Imperiused me.

My life is full of wrong choices I've made. I regret them all. As I look into Harry's green eyes…

...And a little bit of light is gone.