Bloody rat.
He's after Harry, I know it. Sticking with the Weasley with kids all over Hogwarts. But wait...he'll wait, he won't strike unless he has a power to be given to him. Peter is coward but he's not dumb. Not brilliant, but not so stupid he'd do anything under Dumbledore's nose with Voldemort gone.
I'll stop him.
I don't care how crazy that sounds or how mad I must seem. I'll get out of this cell, off this island. Harry doesn't deserve to be betrayed by Pettigrew like James and Lily were. Harry deserves to live, to grow up like normal, like he should. With Pettigrew in the same school, maybe the same dorm, he can't do that.
Because Voldemort will come back, he will.
And when he does, Peter will strike. And if he does, Harry'll die. Why? Because of me, again. I let Peter escape that night. I let myself get blamed, I put Voldemort's accomplice at Hogwarts. Me, no one else.
I have to get out, now. There has to be some way. I stayed sane didn't I? Why shouldn't I be able to get out?
If I have no sadness, they have nothing to take. But no, that can't work. If I'm happy, dementors just steal that. If...if I feel, they feed. If they feed, I'm miserable. If I don't feel...they don't feed. If I feel, what am I? ...Human.
If I don't feel, what am I? ...A creature. One with four legs. That's it, they can't tell the difference. A human is just a human to them, a creature with emotion worn on its sleeve. But a dog, a dog is different. They can't find emotion, therefore are powerless against it.
I will rid Hogwarts of that rat. I promise.
A/N: Feedback very much appreciated.
