A/N: Hellosss!

This is a short piece I wrote for a contest on a role-playing website, Accio Nox, on which I have the character Rose "Breeze" Summers. You may have seen my ads for it in some of my other stories.

The contest was titled "Betrayal", and here is the description:

In 200-500 words, write from Wormtail's POV the incident of him telling Voldemort where the Potters lived shortly before Voldemort killed them. Keep to Canon. You may choose the reasoning why he told, but the events still have to be the same.

I am very happy and proud to say that I won this contest, even though I was the only one who posted an entry XD Lol, I still got the 25 House points for Hufflepuff (who are in the lead), though :D

Go on and check out some of the other contests! Here is my entry :)

As I die, I feel conflicted.

The cold metal wrapped around my throat, the breath forcing its way out of me, the small details that should be of the utmost importance as I die do not matter, do not register in my mind that is so foggy, so disconnected.

Confliction. Horror.

Regret.

They let me in. They let me find a place in what was their small ragtag group. They included me in their plans, ambitions to take Hogwarts by storm. Life was just a huge joke when it could have been a living nightmare.

I was the type of person the bullies, Slytherins, would stand in line to torment. But I wasn't tormented, because of them. James. Sirius. Remus. My friends.

My friends… until the rumors went flying about. The girl, Lily, who James was so obsessed with, started them without realizing it. It isn't very hard to eavesdrop on hushed, tearful conversations. Those rumors spread like wildfire, and I, being a fool, got caught up in them.

'Snape and his Slytherin cronies are off to join the Death Eaters!'

Such a fool. That was all I was. A fool for finding hope in the rumors. I was fearful that after Hogwarts, the Marauders would abandon me. Who wanted to be lifelong friends with a rat? There was only one thing that could save me from abandonment, in my eyes.

The Dark Lord would give rewards to those who were loyal to him… And I was determined to be loyal.

"What makes you think I can trust you, Pettigrew?" Those words. They made me cower. "What makes you think that I have no reason to kill you know? What can you give me in return?"

And I spoke the words that would change me forever. "Anything."

He considered this, his head tilted as he studied me, red eyes glinting dangerously. "The Potters. You were… friends… with them, yes?"

The response caught in my throat for a small moment. "Y-yes… My Lord."

His wand spun between his long fingers. "I am looking for certain information. Information that would be worth a lifetime of rewards. Would you be able to acquire this for me?"

His voice was laced with danger, and the cold expression on his face clearly read:

It would be in your best interest to say yes. It is that or die.

So, like the cowardly fool that I was, I replied, "…Yes."

Death. The world fades. And all I can feel is regret.

It burns.

Stings.

Fades…