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Sins of Angels: Thanks to all who reviewed! Okay, this is my shortest chapter to date, but Peter is a character I really don't want to fully develop just yet. So here it is, my short chapter about him and his parents. Plus, I was going with the whole trend of naming all my chapters like this. I'm having fun with that. Enjoy.
Chapter 30 – The Pettigrew Family Values
Peter wasn't happy. For starters, it was the first Christmas he'd be spending alone.
Truly alone, that is. His parents had gone off again, his mother chasing after his father. So he was staying at the castle.
He'd been too stubborn to accept Remus's invite. Spending Christmas with his family was intruding, and he wouldn't want to do that.
Sirius had gone off to the Leaky Cauldron. He had told him that it would be boring and dull, he wouldn't really celebrate, and he had some business to do. In short, sorry, but no.
James had gone to his house with Lily. Well, Peter couldn't go with them, now could he? No. The Head Boy and Girl probably wanted some alone time. Not to mention Lily got to meet James's dad.
So all options were out. He had assured them all that he would be okay over the break. He'd take the time to study. He'd need that for N.E.W.T.s.
Which, of course, were pointless. At one point he did want to be an auror, if only because James and Sirius want to be one, and Remus as well. But they'd never take the werewolf once they found out. It was rather silly, how idealistic they were being.
But he hadn't said anything. After all, how could he? He was just the fat, blundering sidekick. Sounding smart would ruin everything.
It had been easy enough. He just acted like his father in classes, which meant that he failed on purpose for the treatment. He acted like his mother in the respect that he actually knew what was happening fairly well. But he'd be damned if he admitted to it.
So his dad had suggested, in his offhand way, that he should find the strongest pack and stick with them. So he did. Sirius, Remus, and James were the strongest pack.
His mother had said to make friends. He made three. She probably hadn't read his dad's letter. If she had, Peter wouldn't have seen it. Stick to the power group, he said. No matter what. They'll protect you.
Make friends was his mother's advice. Friends that will help you.
Friends that will help me…The power group was changing. Peter could see it happen. And he needed to change with it.
Bellatrix was right. A new age was coming. And Peter didn't want to be swept up with the old one.
He liked James, Sirius, and Remus. They were nice guys. Good people. Great friends. Funny companions. But, after graduation, obsolete.
There were four of them. Voldemort had many, many more. It wasn't hard to see the clear winner. And who knows? Maybe he could join in with him and then also keep his three friends out of harm and away from his wrath. Maybe he'll save their lives.
That would be nice. They've already done so much for me.