Peter Pettigrew never meant to end up as a servant or as a jail keeper. He had once fooled Albus Dumbledore in the terms of loyalty; he had helped the Dark Lord to rise again and inhabit his new body. He had cut off his own toe to evade capture and probable death. And what of all those feats now? After all the bravery and courage it took to accomplish those things, he was in charge of keeping two prisoners quiet.
Christmas came and went without more than a few moments of reflection. There had been a moment when the Dark Lord had divulged the story of Potter's escape at Godric's Hollow. Pettigrew was pulled back to the cozy home and the warmth of friends as the Marauders had once roared with laughter at baby Harry's antics. At that instance, a bubbling thing like shame had risen up in the pit of his stomach, but he pushed it back down into a state of remission as it had been trapped for years.