I was reading some of the stories on here and I just got the idea to write
a story in the eyes of Peter and show you the man behind the mouse. You all
know what it is like to get something stuck in your head and never be able
to get it out until you write it down. Well this is it. By the way I hate
Peter but this just had to come to my mind. (evil mind evil must remind me
to kill the evil mind later) Any ways here is the story and I hope you like
it. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! By the way I am not a very good speller.
Chapter one: First trip to the Wizarding world
As he stepped through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, little Peter Pettigrew wondered what it would be like going to Hogwarts. He held his breath while taking that last step over the barrier and he finally felt like he belonged somewhere in the world only not the normal world, the wizarding one. Then he thought of what his first trip to the Wizarding world was like.
Peter had gotten his letter a month before he was to board the train. His father had flipped on his mother because she had never told him that she had been a witch. He spent most of his time up in his room reading his new spell books and thinking of what new spells he could eventually come up with.
A week after he got his letter of eceptance and his supply list his mother took him to Diagon Alley to buy the things that would prepare him for Hogwarts. His mother stood and looked through every window telling her son the stories of when she was a young witch and how she used to spend almost everyday during the summer in Diagon Alley watching people go buy and makeing new friends all the time.
They finally got to Gringotts, the wizarding bank, so they could cash some muggle money in for wizarding money. Peter almost didn't make it through the ride down to his vault. The cart went so fast that he nearly threw up his insides. They got some money into a pouch and went off to buy Peter's supplies.
First they went to the book store called Florish and Blotts. He bought all the books he needed and a few higher advanced books for when he got ready for them. Second they went to get Peters wand. He begged his mom to let him go ahead and get it instead of waiting until last. Finally she gave in and they went in search of Olivanders.
As they walked into the door and the bell above it rang, a short man stepped out from behind the counter.
"Mr. Pettigrew, I've been expecting you. It seems like only yesterday that your mother was in here buying her first wand." He said as he pulled a box off the shelf and blew the dust off of it.
Mrs. Pettigrew just smiled and nudged Peter a little farther into the store.
"Ah ha... Try this one. 7 1/4 in., made of breech, wippy, great for charm work."
Peter took the wand and gave it a wave. As he did so a bunch of boxs fell off the shelf.
"I imagin not. Here try this... 9 in., made of oak, unicorn hair resides within it, flexible, great for green house work." Mr. Olivander told him getting another box off the shelf and handing it to Peter.
That one wasn't for Peter either. Time flew by and the stack of wands kept getting higher and higher and Peter thought that there may have been a misteak and he wasn't a wizard after all before Mr. Olivander pulled a little black box off of the shelf and handed him yet another wand.
"Try this. 8 1/2 in. made of mahogony (very beautiful wood by the way), swishy, great for the Dark Arts."
Peter felt like his whole word was suddenly lit on fire as sparks flung out of the tip of his wand without the slightest bit of movement, only the thought of the blue and emerald sparks blossoming from the tip finally claiming it's owner before actually doing so.
"Ah Mr. Pettigrew. Great wand that is. Be sure to take care of that wand." Mr. Olivander commented, before takeing the twenty three galleons, for the wand and some wand polish, out of Peters outstreached hand.
Peter and his mother finished all his school shopping before finally heading home. Peter would never forget his first trip to Diagon Alley.
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So should I write more???? Review and tell me what you think please?????
Chapter one: First trip to the Wizarding world
As he stepped through the barrier between platforms nine and ten, little Peter Pettigrew wondered what it would be like going to Hogwarts. He held his breath while taking that last step over the barrier and he finally felt like he belonged somewhere in the world only not the normal world, the wizarding one. Then he thought of what his first trip to the Wizarding world was like.
Peter had gotten his letter a month before he was to board the train. His father had flipped on his mother because she had never told him that she had been a witch. He spent most of his time up in his room reading his new spell books and thinking of what new spells he could eventually come up with.
A week after he got his letter of eceptance and his supply list his mother took him to Diagon Alley to buy the things that would prepare him for Hogwarts. His mother stood and looked through every window telling her son the stories of when she was a young witch and how she used to spend almost everyday during the summer in Diagon Alley watching people go buy and makeing new friends all the time.
They finally got to Gringotts, the wizarding bank, so they could cash some muggle money in for wizarding money. Peter almost didn't make it through the ride down to his vault. The cart went so fast that he nearly threw up his insides. They got some money into a pouch and went off to buy Peter's supplies.
First they went to the book store called Florish and Blotts. He bought all the books he needed and a few higher advanced books for when he got ready for them. Second they went to get Peters wand. He begged his mom to let him go ahead and get it instead of waiting until last. Finally she gave in and they went in search of Olivanders.
As they walked into the door and the bell above it rang, a short man stepped out from behind the counter.
"Mr. Pettigrew, I've been expecting you. It seems like only yesterday that your mother was in here buying her first wand." He said as he pulled a box off the shelf and blew the dust off of it.
Mrs. Pettigrew just smiled and nudged Peter a little farther into the store.
"Ah ha... Try this one. 7 1/4 in., made of breech, wippy, great for charm work."
Peter took the wand and gave it a wave. As he did so a bunch of boxs fell off the shelf.
"I imagin not. Here try this... 9 in., made of oak, unicorn hair resides within it, flexible, great for green house work." Mr. Olivander told him getting another box off the shelf and handing it to Peter.
That one wasn't for Peter either. Time flew by and the stack of wands kept getting higher and higher and Peter thought that there may have been a misteak and he wasn't a wizard after all before Mr. Olivander pulled a little black box off of the shelf and handed him yet another wand.
"Try this. 8 1/2 in. made of mahogony (very beautiful wood by the way), swishy, great for the Dark Arts."
Peter felt like his whole word was suddenly lit on fire as sparks flung out of the tip of his wand without the slightest bit of movement, only the thought of the blue and emerald sparks blossoming from the tip finally claiming it's owner before actually doing so.
"Ah Mr. Pettigrew. Great wand that is. Be sure to take care of that wand." Mr. Olivander commented, before takeing the twenty three galleons, for the wand and some wand polish, out of Peters outstreached hand.
Peter and his mother finished all his school shopping before finally heading home. Peter would never forget his first trip to Diagon Alley.
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So should I write more???? Review and tell me what you think please?????
