This is set the few moments between being brought to Malfoy Manor and Sirius's arrival.
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It wasn't the Purebloods... No, it wasn't them that made up the bulk of the Dark Lord's army... Though anyone with a brain could've told you that. The sheer number of followers had made it clear then.
Though there had been a fair amount of them, it wasn't the Half-bloods either. He just had the luck to be one of the special few.
It was Muggleborns. That was what made the majority. They, who the war was fought for, made up the majority of Death Eaters.
And not a single one of them understood that. How could they? Have they ever really paid attention to people like him?
Peter shuddered at the thought of what was to come. All for doing something he never had control of. How many times had he asked them to reconsider? How many times had Sirius pushed him into it, having come up with the 'genius' plan.
All to protect James and Lily Potter.
But then who protected him?
Sirius Black had his own family's protection. No one had been allowed to so much as touch him. Not a single death eater. On Voldemort's orders. The Black family hadn't been cheap. Not one bit. Hell, for the first half of the war, they had practicality been in control.
Remus? Remus had Dumbledore's protection. The werewolf, then student, was far too valuable to keep unprotected. He had been the main reason behind most of the werewolves refusing to join his Lord.
But there was no one for him.
He hadn't betrayed the order after becoming the Secret Keeper.
He'd been a Death Eater since his O.W.L.s and Sirius had helped push him into the limelight.
The Dark Lord went after the weak. And Peter had been the perfect candidate.
His image may have been for Purebloods, but it was his kind that paid the real price.
Peter snorted. He'd always found it funny that he'd only received the respect he'd craved after his supposed death.
To think, as a rat, he'd lived like a king... The irony wasn't lost on him. He probably wasn't going to escape this one. All things considered.
How long was it... 12, 13 years? He'd outlived James Potter by 13 years... There was some solace in that. After all, it meant he was a decent enough secret keeper, he'd never repeated it to a single other soul for all that time. Unfortunately just not good enough for James Potter. He wondered if he should mention that to Sirius.