A/N: Um. Yeah. I wrote this in about fifteen minutes. Just some drabble about Sirius cornering Pettigrew. I don't mind it, but you probably have a different opinion.
A/N2: I was looking through my files on Word and found this with the above and below author's notes already written and everything. I read it and rather liked it so I decided to post. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
"Lily and James Sirius! How could you?"
I stared at him, dazed. Peter used my shock to his advantage. He whipped his wand out and pointed it behind his back.
I heard the explosion.
I saw the bodies fly.
I saw Peter transform. I saw him scurry down to the sewer to join the other vermin.
Peter did it.
Peter.
The chubby, dense, pale piece of flesh that slept in the bed beside me for seven years. The boy that was always at least three steps behind James, Remus, and I. The Marauder everyone glossed over. The one that never seemed to belong in Gryffindor did it.
Peter is the reason the only real brother I ever had, the brightest witch I'd ever met; two of the best people I ever knew are dead.
Peter.
Bumbling, clumsy, thick, slow, unattractive, untalented Peter was the traitor.
Peter tricked us all.
Peter. The same Peter who got tongue-tied saying "Lumos." was able to hide the fact he was working for Voldemort. Peter convinced me Remus was the spy. Peter acted apprehensive yet determined when made Secret Keeper.
Peter acted overjoyed at Harry's birth.
Peter. The one everyone forgot about; the one we all made fun of, did it.
Who would have thought he had it in him?
Peter got the better of us in the end.
Who would have thunk it James?
And with that last thought I did the only thing I could do.
I tipped back my head.
And I laughed.
A/N: I know this kind of story typically doesn't get many reviews, but please tell me what you think. I kind of like it. Do you?