Disclaimer: Peter Pettigrew and the other characters if you recognise them
all belong to J.K.Rowling
A/N: Another chapter for everyone to just not review, oh well here goes nothing
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After his close run in with a witch in the village Peter had tried harder than ever to work hard for Voldemort, everything they were doing now seemed to revolve around Harry who had been captured two days before. Peter was carrying things backwards and forwards from various rooms for Voldemort, he passed the place where Harry was been held captive and glanced in. Harry didn't look at him and Peter was glad, how could he justify what he had helped Voldemort to do, he couldn't and yet he had done it anyway.
Looking at Harry Peter he felt a small pang of pain that seemed a lot like regret. The funny thing about regret is it never goes away, sometimes you got the chance to change it, but Peter didn't think it would be a chance he got, he had done too much wrong, gone too far and turned too evil.
That afternoon was another deatheater meeting, a piece of parchment had been found on Harry that Lucius Malfoy had felt might be important so it had been brought to Voldemort, from what Peter had heard it was just a blank piece of parchment. Peter approached the meeting a caught a glimpse of the parchment in question, he knew instantly what it was and seeing it felt very much like he was been hit in the face.
Voldemort was holding the marauders map in his hand curiously, the deatheaters were crowded round in a semi-circle all watching. Voldemort was muttering spells under his breath and Peter from the position he had reached next to Voldemort knew what would happen
'Show me the secrets you hide, I am Lord Voldemort' Voldemort shouted as though the map could hear him, and surprisingly for everyone but Peter the map began to mist up and words started to appear, Peter read them in suspense
'Mr Moony begs his gracious sir to keep out of business that doesn't concern him' the map misted again
'Mr Padfoot would like to tell Mr Voldemort to get his filthy hands off things that don't belong to him' the deatheaters seemed half-amused by this but Voldemort looked ready to kill
'Mr Prongs informs you that Voldemort is no better than Tom Riddle, it's still the same man behind the name' nobody not even Peter had expected that to come up
'And Mr Wormtail wants you to get some decent contacts and a good nights sleep because Mr Riddle's eyes look awful'
The map misted again with the words 'Courtesy of Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail', Voldemort looked livid at this
'Explain this. Are you not Wormtail?' Voldemort spun around and accused Peter, who had been prepared for this ever since he first saw the map,
'Yes master, it's just a prank' Peter tried to explain
'Work it' Voldemort barked out and Peter scurried over and said the words that used to signal the start of joyous fun 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' the map misted again for a second and Peter trembled in fear before it revealed Hogwarts in all it's glory.
Peter had been lucky to escape any more questions from Voldemort, he needed time to think, or rather he needed time to forget the blast from the past that had suddenly appeared. Even though he had known the map would insult Voldemort, the map had not been meant to recognise Voldemort, it had been charmed with special insults for Snape and Lily in case they ever got hold of it. James and Sirius had probably altered it with more insults for Voldemort, they had never asked Peter to help them, they either forgot or maybe they had never really trusted him. And the way things had turned out, who could have blamed them?
He wandered aimlessly around the countryside surrounding the village before it grew dark and Peter slunk back to his room, careful to avoid deatheaters and Voldemort who might still want to ask him yet more uncomfortable questions about his past and the map. He eventually fell in a deep sleep after hours of tossing and turning
'Wormtail' the voice had returned again
'Who are you?' Peter finally asked the one simple question he had never thought to ask before
'I am everything you are' the answer wasn't simple
'I am me' Peter tried to explain, he didn't feel like he was asleep any more but these dreams were getting more and more strange
'You are James, Sirius, Harry and everyone else you hurt'
'Leave me alone' Peter suddenly didn't want to hear anything that concerned the past, he couldn't face it anymore
'It's time you knew the truth. Stop running Wormtail you already know this in your heart' the voice was quiet and it made Peter shiver
'Fine tell me, who am I really?' Peter snapped trying not to look worried, it was just a dream, it didn't mean anything but he wasn't waking up like he wanted to
'Every time you hurt someone, you take a piece of them away and they can never get it back until you give it back'
'I give it back' Peter said quickly hoping that now he would be able to wake up
'Not enough I'm afraid, life is never that simple, you tormented so many people there are few ways to make amends and these few ways are hard'
'I can't do anything hard or brave or truthful, don't you get it?' Peter couldn't believe he was still having this conversation in a dream
'A Gryffindor can do whatever he sets his mind to'
'Then I guess I'm not a Gryffindor' the very moment Peter said that he felt a pang of pain
'But you are, you were back then, you are now and you will be forever more, the only thing is how can you prove it? Find a way and maybe the thing you want most will finally be yours' the voice grew more distant and Peter sat up in his bed in shock. He was sweating profusely and looked around as though expecting the voice to still be in the room somewhere, he kept reminding himself that it was all over now and it had just been a strange dream or rather a nightmare. The only problem was that the voice had actually made a lot of sense.
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A/N: Oh dear more nightmares for Peter, maybe they'll start to make him feel guilty or maybe more prodding is needed. Stupid computer, I cannot get italics to work they appear in word but as soon as I upload it they disappear, anyway please review
A/N: Another chapter for everyone to just not review, oh well here goes nothing
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After his close run in with a witch in the village Peter had tried harder than ever to work hard for Voldemort, everything they were doing now seemed to revolve around Harry who had been captured two days before. Peter was carrying things backwards and forwards from various rooms for Voldemort, he passed the place where Harry was been held captive and glanced in. Harry didn't look at him and Peter was glad, how could he justify what he had helped Voldemort to do, he couldn't and yet he had done it anyway.
Looking at Harry Peter he felt a small pang of pain that seemed a lot like regret. The funny thing about regret is it never goes away, sometimes you got the chance to change it, but Peter didn't think it would be a chance he got, he had done too much wrong, gone too far and turned too evil.
That afternoon was another deatheater meeting, a piece of parchment had been found on Harry that Lucius Malfoy had felt might be important so it had been brought to Voldemort, from what Peter had heard it was just a blank piece of parchment. Peter approached the meeting a caught a glimpse of the parchment in question, he knew instantly what it was and seeing it felt very much like he was been hit in the face.
Voldemort was holding the marauders map in his hand curiously, the deatheaters were crowded round in a semi-circle all watching. Voldemort was muttering spells under his breath and Peter from the position he had reached next to Voldemort knew what would happen
'Show me the secrets you hide, I am Lord Voldemort' Voldemort shouted as though the map could hear him, and surprisingly for everyone but Peter the map began to mist up and words started to appear, Peter read them in suspense
'Mr Moony begs his gracious sir to keep out of business that doesn't concern him' the map misted again
'Mr Padfoot would like to tell Mr Voldemort to get his filthy hands off things that don't belong to him' the deatheaters seemed half-amused by this but Voldemort looked ready to kill
'Mr Prongs informs you that Voldemort is no better than Tom Riddle, it's still the same man behind the name' nobody not even Peter had expected that to come up
'And Mr Wormtail wants you to get some decent contacts and a good nights sleep because Mr Riddle's eyes look awful'
The map misted again with the words 'Courtesy of Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail', Voldemort looked livid at this
'Explain this. Are you not Wormtail?' Voldemort spun around and accused Peter, who had been prepared for this ever since he first saw the map,
'Yes master, it's just a prank' Peter tried to explain
'Work it' Voldemort barked out and Peter scurried over and said the words that used to signal the start of joyous fun 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' the map misted again for a second and Peter trembled in fear before it revealed Hogwarts in all it's glory.
Peter had been lucky to escape any more questions from Voldemort, he needed time to think, or rather he needed time to forget the blast from the past that had suddenly appeared. Even though he had known the map would insult Voldemort, the map had not been meant to recognise Voldemort, it had been charmed with special insults for Snape and Lily in case they ever got hold of it. James and Sirius had probably altered it with more insults for Voldemort, they had never asked Peter to help them, they either forgot or maybe they had never really trusted him. And the way things had turned out, who could have blamed them?
He wandered aimlessly around the countryside surrounding the village before it grew dark and Peter slunk back to his room, careful to avoid deatheaters and Voldemort who might still want to ask him yet more uncomfortable questions about his past and the map. He eventually fell in a deep sleep after hours of tossing and turning
'Wormtail' the voice had returned again
'Who are you?' Peter finally asked the one simple question he had never thought to ask before
'I am everything you are' the answer wasn't simple
'I am me' Peter tried to explain, he didn't feel like he was asleep any more but these dreams were getting more and more strange
'You are James, Sirius, Harry and everyone else you hurt'
'Leave me alone' Peter suddenly didn't want to hear anything that concerned the past, he couldn't face it anymore
'It's time you knew the truth. Stop running Wormtail you already know this in your heart' the voice was quiet and it made Peter shiver
'Fine tell me, who am I really?' Peter snapped trying not to look worried, it was just a dream, it didn't mean anything but he wasn't waking up like he wanted to
'Every time you hurt someone, you take a piece of them away and they can never get it back until you give it back'
'I give it back' Peter said quickly hoping that now he would be able to wake up
'Not enough I'm afraid, life is never that simple, you tormented so many people there are few ways to make amends and these few ways are hard'
'I can't do anything hard or brave or truthful, don't you get it?' Peter couldn't believe he was still having this conversation in a dream
'A Gryffindor can do whatever he sets his mind to'
'Then I guess I'm not a Gryffindor' the very moment Peter said that he felt a pang of pain
'But you are, you were back then, you are now and you will be forever more, the only thing is how can you prove it? Find a way and maybe the thing you want most will finally be yours' the voice grew more distant and Peter sat up in his bed in shock. He was sweating profusely and looked around as though expecting the voice to still be in the room somewhere, he kept reminding himself that it was all over now and it had just been a strange dream or rather a nightmare. The only problem was that the voice had actually made a lot of sense.
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A/N: Oh dear more nightmares for Peter, maybe they'll start to make him feel guilty or maybe more prodding is needed. Stupid computer, I cannot get italics to work they appear in word but as soon as I upload it they disappear, anyway please review
