Choices
Choice eighteen: Peter
I'm not the best wizard in the world; I know that and I don't pretend to be. I know that I'm where I am because of my friends. They're strong wizards and yes, we are only sixteen, but they radiate power and they're not the only ones. There are a lot of wizards and witches that show the signs that they'll be important.
But me, I'm at the lower end of the scale. I'm no squib and I was never going to be one; I've been showing power since I was a young kid... it's just that I've never been strong. Or maybe it's because I lack confidence; that's why I'm not that good.
Yet I am important, James told me so. It's because two years ago I got lost in the library and knocked some books over. I was so embarrassed that I pretended I wanted the three books I dropped and quickly left the library.
Well, Remus found the books good he had a quick look and we found it, the spell to make us animals. Well we've been working on the spell for two full years. Last night James and Sirius both did it; I've never seen anything like it... well except with McGonagall.
One minute James was standing there six feet tall messy black hair, hazel eyes hidden behind glasses and the next that wasn't his face. A giant stag stood there and he looked powerful and almost scary, but it was still James. Then he was himself again standing there in his uniform.
Sirius took longer than James, which isn't that surprising because James always seems to beat Sirius. He was there standing at his height of five foot eleven and then he was down to about four foot on all fours, his neat hair turned messy and his dog form stood there.
I couldn't do it though... but tonight, we went back and I stood there I thought of their animal forms, thought of the owls in their tower and the cats running throughout the school. Then a fuzzy feeling sort of took over my stomach and I thought of the spell.
The world was growing, everything got big, and I'm not the largest person height wise... but I felt so much shorter. Then I looked up and James, Sirius and Remus stood massive above me. They already are taller than me (Remus is six foot two and me, I'm five foot six) but now they seemed like giants.
A strange feeling took over my face and I began to sniff as if I had a cold and then, then I could smell cheese. I wanted to find it and run after it, but a hand scoped me up. I saw Remus looking down at me and his voice sounded so much louder than normal.
"Peter, you're a rat!"
I knew it; the cheese made me think of a rat or mouse but as I changed back to me it left me with an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. We became the animal that best suited our personality.
James was the stag, the leader of the group always left with decisions to make; Sirius was a dog, loyal and loveable and me... I'm a rat. I don't know about you, but when I think of rats, I think of criminals. I'm hoping that there's something else to it. Maybe it's the fact I love cheese, like a rat.
Whatever the reason though, I don't care. I'm small but that's good for when it comes to the willow tree and freezing it. Although this is a cool thing for me, I haven't done it for myself; I would never have. I'm not an amazing wizard but I'm good enough to change into an animal, and I chose to do it all for my friend. All for Remus.