A/N: I wrote this story on the bus, and it started out as only thirteen lines long. My friend thought it was about myself, so we argued over that for about five minutes. So Desiray (if that's how you spell your name), here it is! It is NOT ME!
Disclaimer: J.K. owns all. I own nothing cept this story.
They would use to smile at you. You thought their smiles were faked.
Go on, walk away, you used imagine yourself screaming. You never did though. There was no point - you thought that you were so useless that it wouldn't be any help.
That's all you thought you were. A stupid, useless, worthless freak. That was all. You never thought of yourself as anything else, because you were you, and you weren't worth anything.
You used to believe that they just acted like your friends.
But you knew - or thought at least - that you were, to them, nothing more than just an annoyance. Nothing more than just a tagalong, someone who didn't matter.
Sometimes - or maybe it was just your imagination - you thought that when you tried to talk to them, they just made excuses, and walked away.
Now, years later, you find yourself wishing that you had never doubted their friendship. Never doubted that you were a part of the Marauders. Never doubted the truth of their assurances that they were here for you, even though your father left because of you. Never doubted their statements that your father was good for nothing.
But you had that doubt in your mind. And he - the Dark Lord - used that against you.
If only you had trusted them. Then you wouldn't be where you are now - a pathetic, grovelling, and filthy death-eater.
You just want to go back to who you were when you were eleven - not the coward you are now.
You want, more than anything, to have not betrayed them all.
And sometimes, sometimes, you find yourself thinking Harry is James, and you just wish you could drop to your knees and beg for forgiveness.
But you're just too damn cowardly. And like before, you're still think you're the same, just a worthless, useless, stupid freak.
Just a worthless freak.
Just a useless freak.
Just a stupid freak.
Just a freak.
A/N: I hate Pettigrew, but no one is completely evil from the beginning, and Pettigrew is no different. Really.