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

A/N: This is the second to last chapter, I see no point in asking you to review because you never seem to listen

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Peter sat with his hands on his head as silent tears trickled down his cheeks, he had made such a mess and he really did want to make things better, but he couldn't. He was weak and cowardly and he knew it, he might as well stay with Voldemort it was at least better than death. The sky that had been almost pitch black filled with stars and clouds suddenly drifted across, Peter's tears dried up as he remembered his father taking him camping when he was little. Peter had been fascinated by the stars, they were so far away and yet they were so bright, his father had told him a story that he had remembered all his life. Every time a loved one dies all you have to do is look to the stars and they'll be there in the stars watching over you.

Peter felt angry that he had believed his father, after his death he had spent whole nights looking at the stars, talking to them thinking that his father was listening

'Where are you dad? You promised you'd always watch over me' Peter stood up and shouted to the sky, he felt betrayed and alone. He didn't expect an answer, he had stopped believing a long time ago, but the clouds shifted again and he heard his father's voice echo around him

'I always have', Peter spun around alarmed

'Dad, where are you? Please come back' Peter was like a small child again

'Peter you are more than what you have become' his father's voice didn't sound angry just disappointed which made it even worse

'I'm sorry, it's too hard, I'm not good enough' Peter was desperate to explain to his father that he wasn't evil, just misunderstood

'You are my son and a true Gryffindor, you must return what isn't yours' the voice got further and further away, Peter started to cry again as he chased the cloud that moved away, he knew it was in vain. But how could he do what his father wanted? He had taken so much, worst of all he had taken his friends innocent lives and no matter what, he couldn't think of any way to prove that he was a Gryffindor.

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Many hours later Peter returned to Voldemort's house, nobody seemed to have realised he had even gone Harry was still tied to the gravestone probably unconscious again and Voldemort was having a private conversation with Malfoy in the corner. Peter stood waiting with the rest of the deatheaters until suddenly

'WHAT, Malfoy you said it was taken care of' Voldemort shouted angrily after Lucius Malfoy had murmured something in his ear

'I'm sorry master, it seems Potter's friends foiled our plan somehow' Malfoy seemed very uncomfortable, everybody knew the kind of temper Voldemort had

'You'll never capture them' Harry said sitting up with great effort

'That does not matter, I have you and nothing not even your measly friends can save you now unless you want to join the dark side' Voldemort glared at Harry before barking out instructions 'Deatheaters go to Hogsmede and stop any rescue plan they may have, I have unfinished business with Potter' he laughed cruelly. Peter was not sure if he was included in that instruction or not and Voldemort seemed to sense that

'Pettigrew stays with me, he's no help to anyone' Voldemort said as the deatheaters apparated laughing at Peter's expense, Peter felt angry but he couldn't do anything

'Yes master' he muttered sheepishly feeling ashamed and embarrassed at himself

'So boy, are you going to join me?' Voldemort said in a mocking voice to Harry

'Never and you know that good will always triumph over evil scum like you' Harry seemed very angry and Peter felt even more ashamed, he knew he should have been brave and strong like Harry instead of weak and cowardly

'Really? Then why is it you're about to die? No-one good could save you, not Dumbledore, not your parents or any other Gryffindor. In fact Pettigrew was the first Gryffindor to join me, he wont be the last, maybe that Weasley friend of yours will be next' Voldemort laughed he was enjoying playing with Harry, but Harry didn't rise to the bait he simply smiled wryly and shrugged

'Last chance Potter, choose light or dark' Voldemort was now twirling his wand round in anticipation of killing the boy who had cost him so much, all three of them knew what Harry's reply would be

'I choose light, and it simply takes one other person to choose light over dark and you will be defeated again, it might not be me, but someday there will be someone else' Harry seemed to gain strength and comfort from this small speech. Peter felt shame wash over him, it was as though Harry was speaking directly to him, and he couldn't remember any reason for why he had chosen the dark instead of the light. And in that instant he knew he had been completely wrong, it had never been about who had power and who didn't, it was about living a good life no matter who you were.

'I'll show you what choosing the dark path brings you' Voldemort cackled, his eyes flashing as he seemed to think of an even more evil plan with which to make Harry's remaining moments on Earth even more tortuous

'You boy, will be killed by a Gryffindor who chose the dark path, he betrayed everyone he knew to seek power, and now I will give him the ultimate prize. Pettigrew kill Harry Potter' Voldemort turned to Peter as he said this, Peter felt his blood run cold as he raised his wand arm and turned to face Harry.