Authors note: I suck at inner monologues - this was supposed to be angsty and sad. I don't
think it is... but well R&R please and tell me where I failed... I need to know how much of
a failure I am...
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The traitor, why did he do it? He, he - Wormtail doesn't deserve to live. But he doesn't
deserve to get out of this life so easy... I don't pity myself - I still have this thought,
it is not warming me but I'm still sane. Or am I still? I might be obsessed? Would that be
so hard to understand? I practically SAW my best friend and his family die...
The ashes were still warm, smoke were still rising... His face was still warm - her skin
were still rosey...
Dead.
They are no more... They will never be more than a fading memory. Fading more for every
night and for every look from those soul eaters...
Harry. My Godson. What will become of him? Who will protect him?
They don't know the truth so how can they protect him from a lie? He could they save him
from the evil when it's still free and the only one who knows about the danger is locked
into a cell hundreds of miles away - unable to save the ones who is close to him.
Even my closest friends don't believe me so how could I have made court believe me?
As long as I am here, unable to save myself from the demons in my soul I can not help the
ones needing me. He might be gone, but not all who believed him. The years have past and
with them more and more of those who could hurt has been locked in. Years have gone by and
some have died.
I hate you Wormtail - I hate you Peter - I hate you Peter Pettigrew - Traitor!
I am not alone to say so, after years in here I know, that I am not only who are against
you and your master. Your "friends" have turned against you. But they won't kill you -
because I will be first there.
"He's at Hogwarts!"
think it is... but well R&R please and tell me where I failed... I need to know how much of
a failure I am...
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
The traitor, why did he do it? He, he - Wormtail doesn't deserve to live. But he doesn't
deserve to get out of this life so easy... I don't pity myself - I still have this thought,
it is not warming me but I'm still sane. Or am I still? I might be obsessed? Would that be
so hard to understand? I practically SAW my best friend and his family die...
The ashes were still warm, smoke were still rising... His face was still warm - her skin
were still rosey...
Dead.
They are no more... They will never be more than a fading memory. Fading more for every
night and for every look from those soul eaters...
Harry. My Godson. What will become of him? Who will protect him?
They don't know the truth so how can they protect him from a lie? He could they save him
from the evil when it's still free and the only one who knows about the danger is locked
into a cell hundreds of miles away - unable to save the ones who is close to him.
Even my closest friends don't believe me so how could I have made court believe me?
As long as I am here, unable to save myself from the demons in my soul I can not help the
ones needing me. He might be gone, but not all who believed him. The years have past and
with them more and more of those who could hurt has been locked in. Years have gone by and
some have died.
I hate you Wormtail - I hate you Peter - I hate you Peter Pettigrew - Traitor!
I am not alone to say so, after years in here I know, that I am not only who are against
you and your master. Your "friends" have turned against you. But they won't kill you -
because I will be first there.
"He's at Hogwarts!"