Hey everyone! Special thanks to all of you out there who have read my story and enjoyed it thusfar. I hope to continue to entertain you as much as is within my power. Now, without futher ado...here's PETER!

~Cissa

I can't pinpoint the exact moment I decided to join the Death Eaters and subject myself to the Dark Lords will. Maybe it was during my time at Hogwarts when the war was a mere rumor, a death here, a disappearance there. Maybe it was when I graduated and the war was going full force with many wizards and muggles dieing daily. If I had to pick the exact moment when I gave my soul to the devil though I would have to say it was the day my mother died. I couldn't do anything to help her and she just slipped away. From the moment on I vowed I would do everything in my power to protect those I cared about and keep them from dieing. So, when Voldemort started going after my friends I knew I had to do something, but what? Finally the idea came to me…I would join him and protect my friends from the inside! It was the perfect plan!

The day I was branded was one of the happiest, and worst, days of my life. I knew my friends would be shocked, disappointed, and even hurt if they knew what I had done. However, I was now in a position where I could protect them and fulfill the promise I made to myself.

I was thrown into the thick of things right away. With aurors killing death eaters every day we were constantly low in number and in need of people to join up. Due to the shortage of people I was immediately sent on a mission to go after the Wycliffe family. It was a terrible night full of death and despair. I sat in my room weeping, unable to fall asleep with the images of their dead, cold bodies before my eyes.

I was sent on another raid the next day … and the day after that … and the day after that…it wasn't pretty, but eventually I got used to killing. The spirits of the people whose death's I caused no longer floated through my head. I hate to admit it, but I eventually got to the point where I enjoyed killing. I lived for the adrenaline rush that the slaughter of innocent people brought. The cries of those I killed became like a drug to me.

I still protected my friends at all costs. I was able to persuade the Dark Lord on several occasions to go after a different target…often suggested by myself…rather than my friends. If I was unable to stop the raid I would send a note to Dumbledore…anonymously of course…and warn them of the coming danger. It was because of my warnings that Lilly and James went into hiding with me as their secret keeper.

I never planned on betraying my friends. It just sort of…happened. One minute I was called in to see my master and the next I was kneeling on the floor before him, telling him where my best friend was hiding. All he had to do was ask and I told him. Cowardly, stupid, idiotic…RAT!

When I heard of their deaths I could hardly believe it. I had failed. The course I had taken to save my friends had eventually led to their destruction. I shut myself up in my room for days…I never ate, never slept, never did anything but cry and mope. I never talked to anyone at all. The others assumed I was mourning the loss of the Dark Lord like they were, but they were wrong…

When my head had cleared enough and I was able to think I realized that Sirius and Dumbledore would know what I had done. I was the only one who knew where the Potters were hiding…besides Albus of course…and the only one who could have betrayed them. I knew Sirius would be coming after me. He and James were like brothers and Sirius would never forgive me for causing his death. I had to come up with a plan, and fast…