"Who's there?" Harry asked, as he grabbed his wand, walked over to the door, and turned on the light. "Petigrew."
"Before you do anthing, or say anything else..." Peter said trailing off, while he put his wand on Harry's bed. "I'm not here to hurt you." "Please, I got something to tell you that can destroy my master."
"Why should I believe anything you say?" Harry snarled, as he put Peter's wand in his dresser. "You killed my parents, and you framed my dad."
"I know, I am a coward, I've never tried to deny it." Peter said with his voice cracking. "I valued my own life over the people I love most." "I should have died on several occasions." "But, Voldemort knew my weakness, and used it against me." "Remus, Sirius, James, and Lily could always take care of themselves and others, while I only cared about my own life." Peter said sobbing. "Harry, I loved all of my friends, dead or alive, I still do." "I don't expect anyone to love me." "My own mother didn't love me, even when I was a baby."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"When I was born, my mother was only thirteen." Peter said bitterly. "She was ashamed, and Voldemort offered to help her out, but only if she fulfilled part of his plans."
"Did she accept his offer?" Harry asked trying to hide the curiosity in his voice. "What were the plans?"
"Slow down." Peter said smiling a little nervously, then continueing. "Yes, my mother agreed, and I was a big part of the plan." "See, my mother was a Slytherin, and I alway's felt that I should be on to." "Anyway, my mother had to use me as bate for Voldemorts enemies." "They were his enemies, because they were gifted with some of the strongest powers known to exist.""She would show up with me at the dead of winter, and ask for shelter." "Your grandparents were one of those people." Peter said biting his lip. "After a couple of days of staying with these people, Voldemort would go to their houses in disguise as an kind, elderly Grandfather, and steal their powers." "Your Grandma knew of this, and conjured an anchient magic that would bing part of these stolen powers with me, but she died along with you Grandpa trying to protect their home." Peter said looking away. "When I was in my seventh year my mother paid me a visit." "She said that if I didn't help Voldemort she would tell my friends, and kill me in the process." "I never told them, Harry, and now I fear with their help Voldemort wouldn't be here today." "I swear, I didn't know what I know today, Harry."
"I believe you." Harry said. "But, I can't forgive you for what you've done."
"I know." Peter said. "Now, it's time I go back to Dumbledore a visit, and try to help fix the mess I've made." "But first, take this pendant, your bushy haired friend will know what this is.
"Peter." Harry said looking up, and tossing him his wand. "I would have made the same decision as you." "Somehow, that makes you worthy enough to be in Gryffindor." "Especially now that your clearing my dad's name."
"Thank you, Harry." Peter said opening the window. "Maybe someday you'll see me as something other than your enemy."
"I'd like that." Harry said holding out his hand, making Peter look at it nervously, before he finally shook it. "Wait, how'd you get in here?"
"Dumbledore." Peter said smiling before he left, and Harry climbed in bed, falling into a peaceful sleep.
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(A/N) This chapter really sucks, I know. I'm trying to remember who my beta reader was for my first chapter. If your reading this, please e-mail me and tell me whether or not you'll help me. Please read my other story: A Day To Remember!
Love Always,
Shayna Black
"Before you do anthing, or say anything else..." Peter said trailing off, while he put his wand on Harry's bed. "I'm not here to hurt you." "Please, I got something to tell you that can destroy my master."
"Why should I believe anything you say?" Harry snarled, as he put Peter's wand in his dresser. "You killed my parents, and you framed my dad."
"I know, I am a coward, I've never tried to deny it." Peter said with his voice cracking. "I valued my own life over the people I love most." "I should have died on several occasions." "But, Voldemort knew my weakness, and used it against me." "Remus, Sirius, James, and Lily could always take care of themselves and others, while I only cared about my own life." Peter said sobbing. "Harry, I loved all of my friends, dead or alive, I still do." "I don't expect anyone to love me." "My own mother didn't love me, even when I was a baby."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"When I was born, my mother was only thirteen." Peter said bitterly. "She was ashamed, and Voldemort offered to help her out, but only if she fulfilled part of his plans."
"Did she accept his offer?" Harry asked trying to hide the curiosity in his voice. "What were the plans?"
"Slow down." Peter said smiling a little nervously, then continueing. "Yes, my mother agreed, and I was a big part of the plan." "See, my mother was a Slytherin, and I alway's felt that I should be on to." "Anyway, my mother had to use me as bate for Voldemorts enemies." "They were his enemies, because they were gifted with some of the strongest powers known to exist.""She would show up with me at the dead of winter, and ask for shelter." "Your grandparents were one of those people." Peter said biting his lip. "After a couple of days of staying with these people, Voldemort would go to their houses in disguise as an kind, elderly Grandfather, and steal their powers." "Your Grandma knew of this, and conjured an anchient magic that would bing part of these stolen powers with me, but she died along with you Grandpa trying to protect their home." Peter said looking away. "When I was in my seventh year my mother paid me a visit." "She said that if I didn't help Voldemort she would tell my friends, and kill me in the process." "I never told them, Harry, and now I fear with their help Voldemort wouldn't be here today." "I swear, I didn't know what I know today, Harry."
"I believe you." Harry said. "But, I can't forgive you for what you've done."
"I know." Peter said. "Now, it's time I go back to Dumbledore a visit, and try to help fix the mess I've made." "But first, take this pendant, your bushy haired friend will know what this is.
"Peter." Harry said looking up, and tossing him his wand. "I would have made the same decision as you." "Somehow, that makes you worthy enough to be in Gryffindor." "Especially now that your clearing my dad's name."
"Thank you, Harry." Peter said opening the window. "Maybe someday you'll see me as something other than your enemy."
"I'd like that." Harry said holding out his hand, making Peter look at it nervously, before he finally shook it. "Wait, how'd you get in here?"
"Dumbledore." Peter said smiling before he left, and Harry climbed in bed, falling into a peaceful sleep.
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(A/N) This chapter really sucks, I know. I'm trying to remember who my beta reader was for my first chapter. If your reading this, please e-mail me and tell me whether or not you'll help me. Please read my other story: A Day To Remember!
Love Always,
Shayna Black
