Peter
"Peter, you have post" calls dad.
I remember this time last year when he said those words, but to my older sister, Mo. I remember the excitement as we all watched her open it, and the bitter, crushing disappointment in his eyes when she told us she hadn't got in. She had magic, but not nearly enough. Wendy, my younger sister hasn't shown any sign of any magic at all, so that leaves me. All my fathers' hopes and dreams for his children reside in me. And I really don't want him to look at me the way he did at her that day. Knowing she can't help it but resenting her all the same.
I walk down the stairs. Slowly. I enter the small dark kitchen. Slowly. And I take the letter from my father's outstretched, trembling hand, slowly.
"Go on son, open it" He says. I really wish he didn't sound so hopeful. I wish he didn't expect so much.
I open it, I can't really not, though I would if I could.
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry…
I give dad a small, shaky nod, and he sweeps me up into a bear hug, muttering how proud he is, and how I'll be fantastic and carry the Pettigrew mantle.
Glad as I am to be going, to not have disappointed him, already I wish that maybe I hadn't got in. The higher you climb, the further there is to fall.
A/N: Again rather shorter than I planned but it tells the story. If anyone could review it would be really nice! Just to tell me what I could do better or which character you'd like to see next...?