Disclaimer: All right, so we all know the marauders and belong to the
wonderful J.K.R., as does He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Peter Pettigrew and any
other character you recognise from the books. Like we didn't know all of
this already.
A/N: This is my second Harry Potter single chapter PoV just after someone's died. It's probably going to turn in to one of my specialities. Please, please, please review this, it would mean a lot. Enjoy the story, short as it is.
We All Make Mistakes
Why did I do it? Tell me oh God, why did I do it?
I sit looking at her dead body, the pain coursing through my veins. Her beautiful flaming hair lying limp over her beautiful, dead face.
You should have picked me my Lily, and then none of this would have happened.
I used to watch you with him, cheering him on in Quidditch, hugging him, kissing him, dancing with him. You never even noticed me did you? He was always so perfect. His messy hair, his ice blue eyes, his power, his bravery.
I never had any of those things. I was always the little one who got shoved out of the way. I loved you long before he did.
I loved the way you tossed your hair and ran your fingers through it. I loved the way you laughed and smiled. I loved you when you cried, because you had a beautiful sense of despair and I could imagine you were crying because you loved me so much...but you never loved me.
The first time you kissed him your fate was sealed. If I couldn't have you then no one else could. He was my friend but he broke my heart. Only Lupin ever noticed it. You never noticed his hints did you? That's what made you believe he was the traitor, but it was I. He was too foolish to join Lord Voldermort and so were you.
I made you feel my pain. Only briefly, and at the very end, but you felt it. I heard you scream, like I always wanted you to. You screamed over me, what I had done. I betrayed you Lily. I betrayed you and James to your death and it serves you right for never loving me.
You complimented me once. You called me a sweet little thing when I offered to carry your books after every lesson. You hardly even noticed that though did you? Your friends noticed and giggled, but you never did.
That is why you had to die. I couldn't live another day watching you croon over James' son. If only it had been my son in the crib. If only it had been James who cried every night because he saw you with me. If only...
I must go now my Lily, they have come. Stupid Sirius who will get the blame and that big oaf of a gamekeeper. They don't know I'm here though, because I'm small and invisible. A rat. I will never see your face again, but I will remember it, and I will treasure the memory of seeing you die.
Lily Pettigrew? I wish...
A/N: This is my second Harry Potter single chapter PoV just after someone's died. It's probably going to turn in to one of my specialities. Please, please, please review this, it would mean a lot. Enjoy the story, short as it is.
We All Make Mistakes
Why did I do it? Tell me oh God, why did I do it?
I sit looking at her dead body, the pain coursing through my veins. Her beautiful flaming hair lying limp over her beautiful, dead face.
You should have picked me my Lily, and then none of this would have happened.
I used to watch you with him, cheering him on in Quidditch, hugging him, kissing him, dancing with him. You never even noticed me did you? He was always so perfect. His messy hair, his ice blue eyes, his power, his bravery.
I never had any of those things. I was always the little one who got shoved out of the way. I loved you long before he did.
I loved the way you tossed your hair and ran your fingers through it. I loved the way you laughed and smiled. I loved you when you cried, because you had a beautiful sense of despair and I could imagine you were crying because you loved me so much...but you never loved me.
The first time you kissed him your fate was sealed. If I couldn't have you then no one else could. He was my friend but he broke my heart. Only Lupin ever noticed it. You never noticed his hints did you? That's what made you believe he was the traitor, but it was I. He was too foolish to join Lord Voldermort and so were you.
I made you feel my pain. Only briefly, and at the very end, but you felt it. I heard you scream, like I always wanted you to. You screamed over me, what I had done. I betrayed you Lily. I betrayed you and James to your death and it serves you right for never loving me.
You complimented me once. You called me a sweet little thing when I offered to carry your books after every lesson. You hardly even noticed that though did you? Your friends noticed and giggled, but you never did.
That is why you had to die. I couldn't live another day watching you croon over James' son. If only it had been my son in the crib. If only it had been James who cried every night because he saw you with me. If only...
I must go now my Lily, they have come. Stupid Sirius who will get the blame and that big oaf of a gamekeeper. They don't know I'm here though, because I'm small and invisible. A rat. I will never see your face again, but I will remember it, and I will treasure the memory of seeing you die.
Lily Pettigrew? I wish...