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A/N: Yes, I know, far to long since last update... typical of me though... well, the next chapter is already written. It, at least, will not be more than a year in coming.
Day one
"Day one of what?" you might ask… day one of my new life. Today is the day when I begin to restore myself to humanity. It's definite. I cannot endure any longer.
I served the Lord Voldemort for a time, lived as a rat for thirteen years, and am now back in his service… but no more.
I can't live with the guilt any longer—I will fix my mistakes.
There has to be a way. I've always been good at research… Lord Voldemort will never see it coming.
To be honest, there were reasons I served him. First I was jealous of my friends. Despicable, huh? I could tell you long tales about how I was put down, cast out, looked down on… I am as vile as they come. I deserved all of it, but my friends actually condescended to be around me—and how did I repay them? With betrayal, of course. How else does a rat behave?
There was an anger involved too… see there was a girl, and…
Heh, it's an interesting story… yeah, bad stuff happened involving her, too.
That's all really beside the point though, isn't it? I betrayed my friends!
Slime, all I am is slime. I'm worthless, stupid… I deserve to die a painful death…
Which makes me think. I did hear about something that might just help destroy Him. There is a book somewhere, a wonderful glorious book of dark curses… I really do love dark curses… anyway, this book is filled with the most powerful dark curses ever created.
There is a catch: the one who uses the curse will die. Not "might die," or "will die at some point in the future," but "will die right then." Since most dark users are out for power, wealth, and lots of beautiful women (or men, depending on the dark user), it kinda defeats the purpose of using a powerful dark curse.
But this—this magnificent book would be absolutely perfect for me… I just need a reason to find it. Something that could get His eyes off me for a while so that I could get my hands on its leather cover… I'm sure I'll come up with something. I always do.
First though… first I'm going to visit someone I should have visited long ago. Two people, actually.
Peter Pettigrew stood in a graveyard, alone under the moon. He held a single rose in his hand.
A tear fell as he dropped the rose on a grave. "I'm so sorry, James. I wish I had done better… but I'm going to turn things around. Just watch and see."
He turned, sobbing now, his breath to broken for him to continue his monologue. He looked through tearful eyes at the grave of Lily Potter for a moment, then apparated away with a crack.
