I'm Sorry James
I was always the stupid one. The one they could count on because I didn't know any better. They never told me that I meant anything to them, exept you. And Lily! She always was taking you away from me, the only one who ever understood me. I knew what Remus and Sirius thought. Stupid Peter Pettigrew. As though they needed to remind me. Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy always reminded me what a brainless idiot I was. I though I was lucky when the Slytherin two-some sometimes stood up for me when the Mauraders were silent. Now I know why they did. Naive, gullible and easily manipulated Wormtail, who was so close to you. I should have know that they only wanted me so they could get to the brilliant James Potter.
You were the best. Handsome. Noble. Brave. A genius. A perfect friend. You'd would die saving someone you hated. You were perfect. Soon I learned to hate you for it. I had also tried out in Quidditch. I hadn't made the team. I already knew that I wouldn't, but it didn't make me feel better.
Then there was Felicity Firens. The only girl who ever meant anything to me. She was so beautiful. With hair like liquid sunshine that fell to her waist. She was part-veela. Her eyes were that perfect shade of silvery-blue. Of all the guys she could have had, she chose you. Later, after finding out that you would never take her, that you loved that mud-blood Lily Evans with the flaming red hair, she hung herself outside of our bedroom window. I had discovered her first. Perfect eyes closed forever. I knew I shouldn't, but til this day, I still blame you.
In my entire pitiful life, I haven't had one moment of glory. I was only the friend of the Great Three-some of Gryffindor. I remember the words that stupid hat said before it put me in Gryfffindor."There is no such thing as fate. You can choose your own destiny. Make the right choices, Peter."
I know I should have listened to the hat. I never meant to get you killed! The Dark Lord promised that you would be safe. You should have been. I allowed Lily and her half-blood son to be killed, they deserved to be. I heard the stories later, a story about how you put up a fight, so you were killed then. I saw the pensieve. The one I had made right after the Lord vanished. Of Harry's memories. I couldn't kill him now that you were dead. I needed to know why you died. You weren'y suppose to die. I saw Harry's memories. Memories. Voldemort arrived. He used the Imperius curse on you, made you kill Lily. That was when you fought off the curse. You saw what you had done. You had lost the other half of your soul. Your true love. Then you pointed your wand at your heart and said an unforgivable curse for the first and last time of your life. "Avada Kedavra."
I'm sorry James. Forgive me. I can't leave Voldemort now. He has me under his power. I was never brave like you. Then when I saw Harry again, I realized how much he is like you and how sorry I am. I will promise you, James. Harry won't die. I will protect him for you, as it's my fault he doesn't have a father. I'm sorry, James.
I was always the stupid one. The one they could count on because I didn't know any better. They never told me that I meant anything to them, exept you. And Lily! She always was taking you away from me, the only one who ever understood me. I knew what Remus and Sirius thought. Stupid Peter Pettigrew. As though they needed to remind me. Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy always reminded me what a brainless idiot I was. I though I was lucky when the Slytherin two-some sometimes stood up for me when the Mauraders were silent. Now I know why they did. Naive, gullible and easily manipulated Wormtail, who was so close to you. I should have know that they only wanted me so they could get to the brilliant James Potter.
You were the best. Handsome. Noble. Brave. A genius. A perfect friend. You'd would die saving someone you hated. You were perfect. Soon I learned to hate you for it. I had also tried out in Quidditch. I hadn't made the team. I already knew that I wouldn't, but it didn't make me feel better.
Then there was Felicity Firens. The only girl who ever meant anything to me. She was so beautiful. With hair like liquid sunshine that fell to her waist. She was part-veela. Her eyes were that perfect shade of silvery-blue. Of all the guys she could have had, she chose you. Later, after finding out that you would never take her, that you loved that mud-blood Lily Evans with the flaming red hair, she hung herself outside of our bedroom window. I had discovered her first. Perfect eyes closed forever. I knew I shouldn't, but til this day, I still blame you.
In my entire pitiful life, I haven't had one moment of glory. I was only the friend of the Great Three-some of Gryffindor. I remember the words that stupid hat said before it put me in Gryfffindor."There is no such thing as fate. You can choose your own destiny. Make the right choices, Peter."
I know I should have listened to the hat. I never meant to get you killed! The Dark Lord promised that you would be safe. You should have been. I allowed Lily and her half-blood son to be killed, they deserved to be. I heard the stories later, a story about how you put up a fight, so you were killed then. I saw the pensieve. The one I had made right after the Lord vanished. Of Harry's memories. I couldn't kill him now that you were dead. I needed to know why you died. You weren'y suppose to die. I saw Harry's memories. Memories. Voldemort arrived. He used the Imperius curse on you, made you kill Lily. That was when you fought off the curse. You saw what you had done. You had lost the other half of your soul. Your true love. Then you pointed your wand at your heart and said an unforgivable curse for the first and last time of your life. "Avada Kedavra."
I'm sorry James. Forgive me. I can't leave Voldemort now. He has me under his power. I was never brave like you. Then when I saw Harry again, I realized how much he is like you and how sorry I am. I will promise you, James. Harry won't die. I will protect him for you, as it's my fault he doesn't have a father. I'm sorry, James.
