a/n I think somewhere at some point I promised a POV from Harry. However, that is the reason this took so long to get up. I couldn't write a POV for Harry; ever tried to think like a one-year-old? It's very difficult! So I hope no one's mad at me for that. Anyway, I'd like to thank BastsCleopatra for the idea for this next one. It's not one I would have thought of on my own. If anyone has any requests for someone they would like to see a POV from (or any suggestions on how to write the POV of a baby), please drop me a line or leave a review. You will be noticed for your efforts! Thanks a lot! Love you all!
--April
POV #5—Peter
What a night tonight will be. Not only is it Halloween, but it is the night of the Potters' deaths. Finally! I will finally be able to have James dead. I'll pay him back for being mean to me in school. For being smarter than me. For being better looking than me, better at Quidditch, better with girls, better with Lily…
Sirius will be here to check on me tonight, he said. He's worried about my safety, he said. He's not worried about me. He's worried that someone might try to get the secret from me. Too bad I've already given it to my Master. But what if he's suspicious? What if he knows? Oh, I'd hate to think what he'd do to me if he found out. He'd kill me! But never mind that. My Master will care for me.
Still. Better safe than sorry. I'll just pack a bag and make a run for it. And if he catches me, I'll put the blame on me. After all, everyone will think that he's the Secret Keeper; Lily and James didn't even tell Professor Dumbledore about it being me.
Dumbledore. What a fool Dumbledore is. Old, meddlesome fool. He's the only reason that the Master isn't in full power. If Dumbledore were gone, my Master would rule the world!
There. All packed and ready to go. Should I lock the door? No. What's the point? Sirius is expecting it to be unlocked so he can come right in. Stupid Sirius. He's just as bad as James. Smart, handsome, athletic, popular. Bastard. If my plan goes accordingly, though, then the dog will have his day.
I think I may have left the door open a bit. No time to go back and check. I have to run away. Walk down the road, as far as I can. I wish I could Apperate. Too bad I couldn't get my license. And I haven't got a broomstick because I can't stay on one. And there's no floo powder so that no one can get in the fireplace to interrogate me. As if they would, anyway.
I walk for hours. I think I may be out of danger; Sirius would have caught me by now. It's early morning, and there's talk that my Master is dead. But he can't be dead! He's the Master. The Master cannot die. He is too powerful to have died…
It's him. It's Sirius. Alright; let operation Sirius commence. There's a small crowd of Muggles gathering as I scream at Sirius that he's killed Lily and James. I slip my wand out of my bag and put it behind my back where no one can see it. I keep screaming, crying, until I set off an explosion from my wand and cut off my finger just as Sirius pulls his wand. I transform in the flash of light; no one but Sirius can see me. I will go find a family to live with until my Master returns. As I slip into the sewer with the other rats, I can hear someone laughing.
Sirius is laughing. Laugh now, Sirius. And have fun in Azkaban…