Chapter Two – Believe me
Locked in a stone cell, acused of betraying my best friends.
12 people were murdered that day, yes 12 not 13, but I didn't do anything. I never imagine that he could have done that, I was sure that if I made Lily and James make him their Secret Keeper, Voldemort would come after me, because there was no way to suspect of such weak person.
I remember the night I saw their home destroyed and their bodys laying on the floor. I couldn't forget that. I will never forget that.
And then I went outside, Pettigrew yelled that I've betrayed Lily and James and then, transformed himself before I had time to take off my wand. Before that, he cutted his finger, making me the guilty one.
And he was innocent, because he was "dead".
Damn him!
I hate him with all my heart.
Those were the thoughs kept running through my mind during the next months. I couldn't think about anything else. My head just wondered between here and there.
One day the old man was bended over the window looking outside.
"Did you ever though in running away?" he asked
"Of course, like probably, everyone in here. But that's impossible, right?"
"Of course it is! Can't you tell?"
I rolled my eyes: "Yeah, sure."
"And if you could? And if you did?"
"And if I did...people outside are dying to see me dead."
"Why do people fear you so much?"
"You don't know?" I asked surprised
"No idea."
"They say...They say I'm with the Dark Lord"
The man's eyes opened in shock.
"Oh my!" screamed the old man, he fell back. "Get away from me!!!"
"Look! I didn't do anything!" I said loud
"PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" he cried
Just like the others, he thinked that I was with Him, that I was his servant...Voldemort's servant.
He runned into a corner.
That's the reaction people have, when someone that they're afraid of comes near.
I know, I once felt that fear.
I looked at him. He was still shaking with fear in the corner of that cell.
Nothing seemed to calm him down, I didn't even tried to get close to him.