Title: Wormtail
Author: Fabs G
Summary: While in Azkaban, Sirius thinks about Peter…
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Except for the plot, I own none of this. If I owned Sirius and Remus, I wouldn't exactly be in front of a computer screen…. ;)
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You were always the smallest. The fragile one. And sometimes, even the dumb one. And what's worst, you knew this. But still, we were all one group of four friends, Wormtail. A beautiful group that was torn apart by your cowardice.
I will never understand how was it that I suspected of Remus and not of you in the very first place. Now I think about it and it's so completely idiotic. Remus, betray us? Never. He'd die first. Knowing him like I do, I believe he still would if he knew that I wasn't James' secret keeper. My train of thinking seemed to be completely logical at the time. I was James' best friend, brother in all but blood, always with him, always telling him my secrets, and James always telling me his... I thought it would be too obvious the fact that James would trust me with the biggest secret of his life. So I insisted him to change, to switch secret-keepers. The biggest mistake of my life. To everyone who didn't know you like we did -or thought we did- you were a just a good guy. You didn't have James' intelligence or my wittiness and you weren't as caring and loyal as Remus. You were just Peter, our sidekick, the nosey, lively, craven one. We knew you a little better. You could be strong when your butt needed your strength, and you prove it that day at the muggle street when I cornered you.
Sometimes I wonder when it happened, I wonder when did you decide to betray us. Because we never gave you a reason for you to truly hate us. At least, none that I know of. And I resist to accept the theory that you killed James and Lily only because of the coward rat you are.
Of course, I'll be the first one to admit that you were probably the only one that didn't have a specific 'character' to play in our group. James and I were the troublemakers, the ones who plotted and planned every mischief available and you two would follow us to have the time of our lives. And the fact that we got the highest grades gave us even more time under the spotlight. Remus was the fragile one. The one we controlled and took care of, that needed to be controlled and taken care of and shown signs of our friendship. Of course, his fragility was pure irony because he was probably the strongest one of us all, both physically and mentally. God only knows how many times Prongs stopped him short from breaking me a leg or some other limb. He got carried away easily. You had fun with us, you slimy bastard of that I'm sure of.
But then the possibility that you may have never been our friend at all comes back. And once again, I reject it. We couldn't have spent eight, nine years believing you were our friend when you faked it all.
I wonder were you are now. Probably having a great life in some foreign country, or maybe still here and as the rat you are, trying to keep up with the news of your master, If any.
I will see you again, Wormtail. And this time I will be the one that really corners you and shouts the truth for everyone to hear it.
Author: Fabs G
Summary: While in Azkaban, Sirius thinks about Peter…
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Except for the plot, I own none of this. If I owned Sirius and Remus, I wouldn't exactly be in front of a computer screen…. ;)
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You were always the smallest. The fragile one. And sometimes, even the dumb one. And what's worst, you knew this. But still, we were all one group of four friends, Wormtail. A beautiful group that was torn apart by your cowardice.
I will never understand how was it that I suspected of Remus and not of you in the very first place. Now I think about it and it's so completely idiotic. Remus, betray us? Never. He'd die first. Knowing him like I do, I believe he still would if he knew that I wasn't James' secret keeper. My train of thinking seemed to be completely logical at the time. I was James' best friend, brother in all but blood, always with him, always telling him my secrets, and James always telling me his... I thought it would be too obvious the fact that James would trust me with the biggest secret of his life. So I insisted him to change, to switch secret-keepers. The biggest mistake of my life. To everyone who didn't know you like we did -or thought we did- you were a just a good guy. You didn't have James' intelligence or my wittiness and you weren't as caring and loyal as Remus. You were just Peter, our sidekick, the nosey, lively, craven one. We knew you a little better. You could be strong when your butt needed your strength, and you prove it that day at the muggle street when I cornered you.
Sometimes I wonder when it happened, I wonder when did you decide to betray us. Because we never gave you a reason for you to truly hate us. At least, none that I know of. And I resist to accept the theory that you killed James and Lily only because of the coward rat you are.
Of course, I'll be the first one to admit that you were probably the only one that didn't have a specific 'character' to play in our group. James and I were the troublemakers, the ones who plotted and planned every mischief available and you two would follow us to have the time of our lives. And the fact that we got the highest grades gave us even more time under the spotlight. Remus was the fragile one. The one we controlled and took care of, that needed to be controlled and taken care of and shown signs of our friendship. Of course, his fragility was pure irony because he was probably the strongest one of us all, both physically and mentally. God only knows how many times Prongs stopped him short from breaking me a leg or some other limb. He got carried away easily. You had fun with us, you slimy bastard of that I'm sure of.
But then the possibility that you may have never been our friend at all comes back. And once again, I reject it. We couldn't have spent eight, nine years believing you were our friend when you faked it all.
I wonder were you are now. Probably having a great life in some foreign country, or maybe still here and as the rat you are, trying to keep up with the news of your master, If any.
I will see you again, Wormtail. And this time I will be the one that really corners you and shouts the truth for everyone to hear it.
