Disclaimer: Peter Pettigrew and the other characters if you recognise them all belong to J.K.Rowling

A/N: Normally if I only had four reviews by this stage I would stop writing, but I'm giving it one last shot because the reviews I did get were very nice

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Just to let you know, this is the real chapter three and I'm extremely sorry for when it was up as chapter one it was an honest mistake and to make up for it I will upload chapter four in the next day or so

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They were camped back at Voldemort's childhood house, and from somewhere nearby Peter could hear shouting and laughing, he recognised the shouts, they were from a Quidditch match. He had always loved Quidditch, he had never been any good at it, but he still loved it even though James and Sirius had been the one's who played. Peter had seen so many games and even though he hadn't wanted to be, he had always been impressed at how well James had flown and when he had seen Harry fly, he saw the similarities and it made him feel sad. Sad because it reminded him of how much had changed between James' first game and Harry's first game, he had seen 6 of Harry's games, some of them when Ron had taken him in the stands. But even when Ron had left him in the dorm, he still watched from the window, it wasn't the same as been in the crowd but at least he got to watch.

Peter would never forget James' last game in the seventh year, it all seemed a lifetime ago, when everything had been perfect. He hadn't been working for Voldemort, James and Sirius had been ecstatic from winning the Quidditch cup again, thanks to James' spectacular catch of the snitch, Remus had been sneaking up food from the kitchens for a party. And more importantly everybody had been happy.

It had been another Quidditch match after which James asked Lily to marry him, this time they had been watching the world cup final together and even though everybody had been shocked because they were only 19 years old. It had just seemed right, they were perfect for each other, everybody knew it, even Peter, but it had all been spoilt by him.

Peter had respected James so much for his ability at Quidditch, he thought he would have been the best seeker Hogwarts ever saw, but there was somebody better and of course sod's law said that that somebody just had to be James' son. He had never expected it, seeing Harry fly had made Peter feel guilty, it reminded him of James, and thinking of James led to thinking of Lily, Sirius and Remus, none of which were related to happy memories. But Peter still ignored the guilt that was gnawing at him, he had to ignore it, if he didn't he would be even more weak and pathetic than he already was and Peter had to prove that he was strong enough to make it on his own.

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'Hello Wormtail' a voice whispered in his ear, he spun round horrified only the marauders had ever called him that, he saw nobody but that only increased his suffering

'What's the matter Peter?' the voice asked mockingly

'Who are you? Where are you?' Peter shouted, but only laughter echoed back off the dark black emptiness that surrounded him, he ran trying to find an escape

'I'm everywhere, you can never escape me' the voice said softly as Peter realised his attempts to run were all in vain

'Leave me alone' Peter dropped to his knees practically begging the voice to go away

'I'll never leave you alone, that's the whole point, I'll be everywhere you go, in everything you do until the day you come back' the voice now sounded almost concerned and pitying

'THERE'S NO WAY BACK, I cannot change the past' Peter yelled in desperation

'You still don't understand, so I'll leave for now, but you can't ignore it forever' the voice grew weaker as it drifted further and further away. The light suddenly hurt his eyes as Peter returned to the real world, he knew he had had these dreams before many times, he didn't understand what they meant, he couldn't alter what he had done and he had no idea how he could make amends for it. It wasn't like when he had broken his mother's vase, all he had to do them was buy a new one and apologise, he had ruined people's lives and no amount of apologising would show how sorry he really was.

They visited him every night in his dreams, a strange mixture of James, Sirius, Remus, Lily, Harry, Dumbledore, Snape and everyone else who had ever had a part in his past swept in and paid him a visit and every time it happened Peter woke up in a cold sweat.

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He hurried outside to collect the paper and then went to Voldemort's room

'What's in the paper?' Voldemort asked harshly when Peter entered

'Sirius Black has been sighted in Southern England, Malfoy has been cleared of all charges of poisoning muggles and Harry Potter is still Gryffindor's Quidditch captain' Peter stammered quickly ignoring the fact that most of the news contained old friends and new enemies

'Excellent' Voldemort cackled evilly rubbing his hands in glee. This worried Peter, the last time Voldemort had looked this happy was when he had worked out his plot for the Triwizard Cup, and that hadn't turned out well for anybody.

'What's excellent?' Peter asked nervously, he knew he didn't want to know the answer

'I should have known you wouldn't understand, you are incredibly stupid after all. If Potter plays Quidditch then Dumbledore can't exactly fly round him to protect him, so we can easily grab him' Voldemort said cruelly, making Peter feel even smaller than normal, Voldemort had a way of making Peter seem to be the stupidest man in the existence of the planet

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