Disc.: Nope.

Author's Note: I'm sorry, guys! You all are now getting a full-blown, unwarranted peek into my "other" side. I'm a chronic procrastinator. Time-management is beyond me. You lot have been such sweet, faithful reviewers (I am not worthy!) and I can't seem to pull myself together enough to write you a measly couple thousand words. I won't use that trashy phrase, "I have a life outside here." because that's just being redundant! Of course I have a life outside this. But my problem is that I have no discipline, so I forget completely about this. It has nothing to do with my hating you all, absolutely not! I would like to take a moment to thank my lovely reviewers! I especially appreciated your "reasons" against Peter's chapter, but I just can't skip over him. A blunt but adorable reviewer (who shall not be named… cough cough!) told me to just suck it up and get on with it, so I'll take that advice. I would feel a bit like the Sinister Sorceress of the South (sorry, couldn't resist a little humor based off the Wizard of Oz. Anyone get it?) for not putting Peter in. After all, he couldn't always have been horrible, since the other guys did take him in… So, we're done with this pathetic little vendetta (would that be the right word?) and now to get on with my little story.

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Memory Thingamajig,

Well. I'm Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew.

OK, James says I have to drop that whole macho undercover attitude and tell a story of his bravery, daring, charisma, and good looks. I think that's overdoing it a bit, but who am I to say? Can't argue with Mirror Man, as Sirius says.

Remus says I have to pick a memory and write it down for "the unenlightened generations to come." My writing isn't as good as theirs, so I'm a little nervous. Plus I couldn't decide on a memory. I mean, isn't that horrible? These are my best friends, and I have no idea what is the most important memory I've had with them. It's been weird, that's for sure. Seriously, I'm thinking. OK…

I guess that I'd have to pick… Well, the first time I met them. James, Sirius, and Remus had already "teamed up" on the train. I was just that kid you always forget, and I guess I still am. I'm just the friend. It's odd, but I'm over it, because I figure I'm pretty lucky to have such great friends. By the way, James is blushing now. Don't tell anyone.

So I admired the three of them from afar. It was early December, and pretty much no one had noticed me. They always seemed to be having such a good time, it was… Well, it was pretty daunting. I just tried to focus on school, because I'm not terribly good at that. McGonagall especially seemed to dislike me… In fact, she still does. But whatever.

As I slogged through the work, I often found my gaze turning towards the three boys I admired so much. Other than Remus' almost ghost-like appearance, everything seemed fine. They were happy, and I wasn't. You can imagine how hard that is, seeing everything you want come with ease to them.

But that's not the point. Remus says to keep this light-hearted, so people don't notice anything amiss. He's paranoid about anyone finding out his secret… Wait, I wasn't supposed to say anything about that! Ignore it, please, so the rest of them don't kill me. Anyways, back to Remus' idea that this should be "happy". That's kind of hard, but let me try.

It was just a few weeks before Christmas. Snape, who had already become a steady enemy of James and Sirius, was coming after me almost daily. He just loved venting his greasy little frustrations on me, since I never stood up for myself. I would get cornered just about anywhere- broom closets, empty classrooms, and deserted halls. But never in public, because Snape seemed to think that Sirius and James would come after him. He said that since I was a fellow Gryffindor, they might come after him for revenge. I never thought that there was any truth to this, because they were so above me. Still Snape was cautious and protected himself as well as possible. Even though he was just an oddball first-year, he hadn't gotten into Slytherin for nothing. He had been raised in Dark Arts, and he wasn't a complete idiot. So only Remus noticed my odd injuries. I remember one conversation,

"Peter? Is that blood?"

"Oh… Yes, a nosebleed. I was in the Astronomy tower."

As I recollect, Remus paused suspiciously. Perhaps he knew of my obsessive (and impairing) fear of heights. But in the end, he just frowned and said, "All right." I exhaled in relief, because I'd rather suffer in silence. I'm not that pathetic, I hope.

That was November. As Christmas approached, I noticed the entire trio, but especially Remus, watching me. Snape was furious, because he thought I'd snitched. So while his beatings were infrequent, they were worse. It had gotten to the point where I didn't even think of defying him. I'm not sure if I could have.

It was after dinner, on a cold night. Snape had gripped my arm and pulled me off to the side, demanding to know why James had been following him. I didn't know, but when I said so, he slapped me. I thought that I would be beaten until I fell unconscious, but he never hit me again.

With a slight whoosh, James and Sirius appeared. I noted that Remus was there also, although he stood towards the back. He still doesn't like to get into fights. Anyways, so James and Sirius advanced on Snape. Just when Sirius was raising his fist, I called out for him to stop.

Yes, I said stop.

I couldn't let Snape get beaten. Hell, he deserved it! But it wasn't important to me, not then anyways. Because I knew that soon, my saviors would forget all about me. And then Snape would punish me for having them retaliate. It would only result in me getting hurt more. Not even Remus would remember Snape and me in the morning. At least, that's what I thought.

Now, it's easy to see why I thought that. They seemed to have completely forgotten about me. So I went on with my business. Snape didn't bother me. Unfortunately, that didn't last long.

It was a week later when Snape attacked again. Some may think that Severus Snape is just a coward, and not prone to out and out brawls. Well, you're right. It's a well-known fact that Snape was (and is) a bully. He fights those who don't fight back. But I'm not justifying how I didn't ever hit him; I'm just stating the obvious fact. Now, I might have hit him. But then, when he cornered me in desolate places, I had no idea that fighting back would have effectively stomped on the entire thing.

It was the empty hall in front of one of the Transfiguration rooms. The sun's light was almost completely gone. Snape had started in on me, that time he used some wand work to complement his punches. The whole beating was winding down when one of the doors slammed open.

"Stop," commanded a voice. It turned out that Sirius, James, and Remus hadn't forgotten all about me. They advanced forward, and just like last time Snape backed away. He was furious, and I saw that. But that time I didn't stop them from beating him to shreds, even though he would hate me forever.

What I remember next was Sirius slinging an arm around my shoulder, and James half-dragging me up to the common room. Remus held back on the fringes of the group, but I guess it's to him that I owe all this. I'm pretty damn lucky, or so James is always telling me.

My memory isn't funny like Sirius' and James', but I never have too much of a part in those pranks. Their memories are so bizarre; you might think it never happened. But all those pranks, they really did occur! I notice that they aren't talking about their "darker" jokes, which is interesting. But, back to me. It's easier to act all befuddled and confused, 'cause then the teachers never can pin anything on you. I'm smart enough to have gotten that figured out, even if it's not exactly the noble way to do it. Oh well.

So they've been my friends since then. It hasn't always been great or anything, and I'm not too excited about when we graduate. It would be nice to just stay this way, to always be such close friends… After all, these guys are pretty much my "saviors". Even if I am the butt of a LOT of jokes.

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Ack! I don't hate Peter or anything, but I had to type that quickly. It's horribly short, and I hate, hate, HATE that. But I can't make it any longer… Sorry this entry isn't drop dead hilarious… But I just can't stand making Peter a total idiot. He had to have had SOME sense, you know? But, lucky for you guys, I like this story a LOT. Therefore, I plan on carrying it on a bit after what I had originally planned… Lucky dogs. :

Remus is next… Fun, fun, fun. I'll update ASAP.