So here's another one. The last scene is pretty much the same as the one in HP and the Spawn of Satan, because I just couldn't imagine it being too different.

Wormtail

It was quite ironic, really. Peter Pettigrew had killed over a dozen people and indirectly caused the deaths of many more. Why, if it wasn't for him, the whole damned second war might never have began! And he was never punished for it. Why? Because what he did later resulted in even more deaths, this time on the Death Eaters' side. He didn't feel sorry for most of them. They had been lunatics obsessed with the whole pureblood thing, which Peter really couldn't understand. One exception was Fenrir Greyback. He hadn't believed in the Cause either. He had his own cause that he did believe in, but, well, nobody's perfect. He was okay, really, when he wasn't going on about killing everyone who wasn't a werewolf for being a racist…

Anyway, why had Peter done that? Why had he switched sides again? Probably because Harry Potter had saved his life a few years earlier. Peter wasn't really a honest man, but a wizard's debt is as good as an Unbreakable Vow. Or as bad, actually. And the fact that he had never really been on anybody's side but his own might have been a factor too.

It was quite ironic, really, that he was even still alive. He, the one who really deserved to die. He now realized, that, even though he was still alive and free, and everything, he hadn't really got away with anything. He would always be remembered as The Man Who Betrayed Everyone.

And it was really ironic, that he, the guy who had always valued his own life over everything else, currently hated his life and wanted to die.

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The rope tightened around his neck. It hurt. He couldn't breathe. Why hadn't he chosen something less painful?

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SQUEAK, said something under his feet. He looked down at it. It was a tiny figure in a black cloak, holding a miniature scythe in its hand.

'Is that it?' Peter asked.

SQUEAK, it said.

He was not surprised that he understood everything the thing was trying to tell him.

'Why are you… er… so small?' he asked.

SQUEAK, it said as if it was supposed to be obvious.

'Hey! What do you mean -?'

SNH, SNH, SNH.

'What's so funny? I'm dying here and you're laughing at me!'

SQUEAK.

'So what happens to me now?' he asked as the little scythe cut him off from his hanging body.

SQUEAK! EEEK, EEK, SQUEAK, the small creature said irritably.

'B-back to my real shape?' Peter stuttered 'Wha-what do you mean?'

SQUEAK, it explained.

Wormtail transformed for the last time.

'Squeak?' he said timidly, and he followed the Death of Rats to some kind of rodent hell. It was quite ironic, really…