A/N= This is my very first fanfic so if you don't like it chalk it up to inexperience and please don't flame. And now on with the story. All the stories about James and Lily Potter are just that. About James and Lily Potter. No one (to my knowledge) has done a story about Peter Pettigrew. Not Wormtail. Pettigrew. This takes place in the Marauder's seventh year at Hogwarts. So, without further ado, here is…*
Wormtail's Seventh Year
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters that are in this story. Except for some you don't recognize. If I did own the others, I would be living in a mansion somewhere. But, I don't J.K. Rowling does.
CHAPTER 1: Thinking about the Past
In another corner was a cage with a large Great Horned Owl in it, a golden nameplate reading 'Cera' hanging over it. All over the floor were packets of Exploding Snap cards and bags of Dungbombs. The light passed all of this, and instead struck the eye of one quite unusual child. This child, though at 17 he was no longer so much a child, slowly stirred and turned over to awake. He sat up to rub his small, watery eyes as his mother came bustling into the room.
"Peter dear," she called. "Wake up. We have to be getting to Diagon Alley soon if we want to meet your friends." She then closed the door to leave young Peter Pettigrew in peace.
"All right, mum," he yelled through the oak door. "I'm up. I'll be down in a second." This would be a typical, normal response, correct? Well, the speaker was anything but typical and normal. For Peter Pettigrew was a wizard.
'And not a very good one' Peter thought to himself as he pulled on his Muggle jeans. The last six years at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry had taught him a lot. But still, it wasn't enough. In all of his classes, his four best friends over shadowed him. Peter paused to think about them. He hadn't seen them since the end of sixth year.
Firstly, there was Remus Lupin. An all around nice fellow, Remus had a terrible secret. He was a werewolf. This had been revealed to Peter and his friends in their second year at Hogwarts. This revelation was what prompted to try and become Animagus. Only the close knit four knew of these two secrets.
Then there was Sirius Black. Always a jokester, Sirius had topped himself last year by turning all of the Slytherin's hair and robes hot pink. Well, the boys at least. The girls received the rainbow treatment. Peter always looked up to Sirius because of his intelligence in class (that and the fact that he was about six inches taller than Peter).
Lastly, there were Lily Evans and James Potter. Lily was a very pretty Muggle-born girl who was the best at Charms in any year at Hogwarts. Lily and James had been going out since their third year.
'Now, James,' Peter thought, pulling on his shirt, 'he is definitely someone to look up to.'
James Potter was the best Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team that anyone could remember (even Professor McGonagall, and heaven knows how old she is). He was the top at everything, especially at Transfiguration. Yes, Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius were the best friends a wizard could ask for.
Finishing tying his shoes, Peter ran downstairs full tilt. He skidded into the kitchen to see his mother and father waiting for him. His father beamed at him from over top the Daily Prophet's Quidditch section and said, "Good morning, Peter. You about ready to go? We have the fire all ready." He inclined his head at the fireplace. A cheery fire was crackling, even though it was 89
Peter wiped his brow, which was sweating profusely. "Dad," he panted. "Couldn't we just walk?" He pointed out the window at the Leaky Cauldron. It was right across the street. "I mean, come on! It hotter than-"
"Peter!" his mother snapped. She had a thing about swearing in her house. "What were you going to say?" she asked threateningly. Her wand was in her hand. Peter gulped. The last time he'd slipped up, he had Jelly-Legs for near an hour.
"Um, er, Hades?" he offered weakly. His mom simply smiled at him and pocketed her wand.
"So, ready to go Beater?" Mr. Pettigrew asked, punching his son lightly on the arm. Peter sighed and rubbed his arm. He hated being called 'Beater'. It was outright annoying. But his father called him it anyway. Probably had to do with the fact that he played Quidditch for the Appleby Arrows a few years before he met Peter's mother. His mother wrote a self-help column in 'Witch Weekly'.
"Yeah, Dad," he said, grabbing a piece of toast off a plate and beaming at his mother. "I'm just about ready." Quickly eating the toast, he joined his father, who had moved in front of the fire, and took a sprinkle of Floo Powder from him.
Peter tossed it in and yelled, "Diagon Alley!" at the top of his lungs. The fire turned green and Peter Pettigrew stepped in. Unfortunately, they had forgotten to buy the high-quality Floo Powder. It was the cheap economy kind. Peter began to spin and spin.
'Oh boy,' he thought feeling nauseous. 'I told him this was the wrong brand.'
With a lurching stop, Peter reached his destination. He looked around and the Leaky Cauldron looked somehow odd…er than usual. Then he realized. He had somehow landed upside-down in the pub's fireplace. Looking up, he found himself staring straight into the inverted face of Sirius Black.
"Lucky you landed on your head," Sirius quipped. "Otherwise, you might of hurt something valuable."
Peter stood with a sigh and brushed himself off. "What a pleasant start to the day. I hope gets a bit better than this."
With a thump, Mr. Pettigrew landed in the fireplace. His robes were now on back to front. Sirius and Peter left him to fix himself while they went to find the others.
"A bit better? That shouldn't be a problem," Sirius said. "I mean, what could go wrong on a day like this?" Peter looked around as the two of them stepped into the harsh sunlight.
"'On a day like this?'" Peter repeated. "Everything."
"My oh my, what a chipper ray of sunshine," a voice behind them said. Sirius and Peter turned to find themselves nose to nose with James and Lily.
"Aaaaaaah!" they screamed, leaping backwards. "Don't so that!" Sirius yelled at them. He was desperately pounding his heart to try and restart it.
But his yells fell on deaf ears. James and Lily were laughing so hard that they were crying with mirth. Peter whipped out his wand put and pointed it at them from behind his back. "Quietus," he whispered at them.
James and Lily continued laughing silently at Peter and Sirius, until they realized there voices were gone. 'Well,' Peter thought proudly. 'At least I've learned something at Hogwarts!'
James pulled out his wand and pointed it at himself. "Finite Incantatem' he mouthed. Nothing happened. He tried Lily. "Finite Incantatem!" he yelled at her silently. Nothing happened. James tried whacking his wand against the pavement. He pointed the wand at Lily again and screamed (silently!) at the top of his lungs. Still, nothing.
James stalked over to Peter and Sirius, who were rolling on the ground with laughter, smiling at them. "Okay," he mouthed, "we get the point. Now, please put us back!"
Peter simply grinned at him. "I'm sorry," he said devilishly innocent. "I can't hear you. Could you speak up?"
With looks of mock fury, James and Lily leapt for Padfoot and Wormtail. The two of them chased Peter and Padfoot all through Diagon Alley, laughing the whole time. Round and around they went until they reached Flourish and Blotts.
Stepping out of the shop, was none other than Remus Lupin, wearing a very threadbare pair of khakis and a worn T-shirt that had a giant yellow smiley face on it. He looked around blinking in the sun and saw his friends careening straight at him the instant they saw him. They tried to stop, but it was too late.
WHAM!
All five of them landed in a heap on the ground. "Oi vey," Remus said. His head was spinning slightly. "Did some one get the number of that lorry?" (a/n: "Lorry" is King's English for "truck" for all of my fellow Americans) Moony shook his head vigorously. "Whoa. What were you guys doing?" he asked Lily and James.
Both of them immediately started to explain, but the Silencing Charm was still on them. Remus took a wild guess though. "Uh, a little boy fell into Devil's Gorge and has a compound fracture of the lower mandible? Is that it?" The couple just glared at him. Remus burst into laughter. "Okay! I'll fix you!" He pulled out his very old, very battered wand and pointed it at them. "Finite Incantatem!"
Lily and James began to list off along line of words that they probably wouldn't want their parents wouldn't want to hear. But Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot just laughed. Lily and James' death threats soon turned to chuckles and after a while people stared to stare at the little party as they sat laughing there butts (a/n: I don't believe in swearing
Remus, who had always been the most sensible of the Marauders, stood up brushed himself off and helped everyone else up. "Now, if we're going to get our school supplies before the next century we'd better grab some gold." He held his empty coin purse upside down and shook it. One tiny bronze Knut fell out and landed with a pitiful cling.
"Gringotts it is!" James said pointing his index finger to the snow white building in a commanding way. Moony and Wormtail just looked at each other. 'Sometimes, I hate it when he gets into his whole leader-of-the-pack mode.' Peter thought.
Sirius and Lily both rushed up to James in the typical damsel in distress hand fold. "My hero!" they each said, Sirius in falsetto. They both stepped back like they were just seeing each other.
"Excuse me?" Sirius said, still in falsetto. "He is my hero! So you can just talk to the hand!" Lily stepped back like she had been slapped.
"Don't go there girlfriend!" she retorted. She then slapped Sirius in the face. (a/n: I know that this is like the '60's or '70's, but work with me okay? I couldn't leave this out!) This led to a slap by Sirius, and it soon escalated into an all-out mock catfight.
Poor James just stood there clueless on what to do. I mean, where does it say what happens hen your best friend and your girlfriend are fighting over you?
Peter and Remus could not stop laughing. 'On the other hand,' Peter thought, 'it can be outright funny!'
After a period of regaining breath and fixing hair (mainly Sirius), the five of them finally set off for Gringotts.
Peter let out a happy sigh. 'What could go wrong on a day like this?' he re-asked himself. 'Nothing, that's what. I have my friends here with me and everything is okay!" But little did he know, that his first prediction was more accurate.
(Okay, I know. A little light for the first chapter of the origin of Wormtail, servant to Lord Voldemort. I'm kind of making this up as I go along, so please review to tell me what you think. I also have only a few ideas about what's going to happen at Hogwarts, so send ideas in your reviews. More chapters later ,if you want them. But only if you review this and the 2nd chapter. You get me?)