Written by: Slice
- Oscar Wilde
Wormtail had watched the little Neville Longbottom closely during his time at Hogwarts. Had seen the way that the round boy cowered and shook. Had heard all the "Poor Neville"s and seen the pitying looks.
He understood.
Wormtail knew the dirty feeling you got inside and outside and all over, that made you want to flinch from those patronizing looks. The slimy feeling that they only hang around you because they feel sorry for you or on the occasion because they need you.
Always an outsider, always looking in, never being good enough.
Wormtail knew what it was like to be helpless and powerless and have no real friends. The feeling that everyone thought you were so unworthy.
So the rat animagus wasn't too surprised to see the still plump, shivering boy standing angrily before the Death Eaters, his arm bared in fierce determination as the Dark Mark was carved into his skin.
Little pathetic Peter Pettigrew knew all about the pain of being unwanted, and the need to be able to stand on your own.
That was the draw of the Dark Arts after all. Power at your beck and call.
It was temptation. It was salvation and damnation. And it was so, so addictive.
And the vengeance was absolutely delicious.
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Vengeance - punishment inflicted in retaliation for an injury or offense
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