Chapter 5

It had been one and a half months since the beginning of term started and Peter was slowly getting used to school life,he had made some friends from his year and Martin and his friends hadn't bothered him.

He should have known it was too good to be true,it started at breakfast he noticed some of the boys staring at him dirty looks on their faces as they whispered behind their hands.There was a wide space between him and the next boy, a pudgy fourth year,looking around he noticed John and some other boys from his year eating with some second years.John glanced at him,but dropped his gaze when he saw Peter looking at him.Though he hadn't noticed it,he realised that some but not all of the boys with blond hair and blue eyes was being given the cold shoulder

Peter pushed his plate away,suddenly he wasn't hungry.Hurrying outside he bumped into Martin and his gang "Look who it is,Hitler's pride and joy" he sneered shoving Peter into Cecil," Where you running off to? have to get to a meeting of the Hitler Youth?" the other boys roared with laughter

Peter stared at him; so this is what all the dirty looks were about ,he realised that with his blond hair and blue eyes he looked like one of the members from the Hitler Youth.Martin's eyes had a wicked gleam in them,one that Peter didn't like ."Keep a lookout for any teachers" Martin said nodding to Davison,who hurried off.

"Think you're so smart don't you,firstie,look at you with your perfect German looks we hate Germans" Cecil punched him in the stomach,but he was yanked up by Carringon who pinned his arms to his side.Carrington pushed him face first into the ground .They proceeded to kick him and insult him ."You little Jerry how's the Fatherland,Jerry"

Peter curled up tightly ;at first he had tried crawling away,but Charles kicked him in the side .Peter rolled over clutching his side ,Martin kicked him onto his back placing a foot on his chest.

Peter nearly cried out from the pain,but held the tears in check .Sneering, Martin leaned down Davison hurried over "Teachers coming" he warned ,the boys scattered away,but before Martin left he leaned down to Peter whispering "If you tell you little German you'll be sorry" he gave him one last kick before running after his friends.

Peter lay there; finally letting the tears fall, every part of him throbbed in pain .He closed his eyes if he tried to move his body screamed out in protest "Peter" a soft voice said somewhere above him,opening his eyes Peter saw the face of Ms.Phillips,the history teacher.Her face a mask of concern "What on earth happened to you" she gasped taking in the boy's bruised and bloody face and torn uniform" she didn't wait for an answer "Never mind let's get you to the nurse,time for answers once we get you taken care of" she said helping him up .

The walk to the nurse's office seemed to take forever,each step sent a fire of pain shooting through his body.But finally they were there.Ms.Phillips gently led him toward one of the bed and eased him down ,"Stay here,dear,I'm going to get the nurse " smiling sadly she hurried off ,inwardly she was fuming,she'd have to speak to the headmaster about this little matter .No matter what had started it.

Peter didn't hear the nurse approach his bed ,not until she called his name three times did he open his eyes.Bridges clucked her tongue "Well,what hapened to you get into a fight with one of the other boys" she asked in disapproval,dabbing a cotton ball in a bottle of peroxide .Frowning she cleaned off most of the cuts and bruises ."I don't know what it is with boys and fighting despicable" she said to Ms.Phillips ,who was standing there .

Peter wanted his mother not this cold unfeeling lady,he bit his lip as the nurse scolded him and cleaned off his cuts and bruises.He wanted to tell her the truth,but couldn't .Ms.Phillips spoke up "Perhaps you shouldn't scold him until you know what really happened,Nurse"

"Well,it doesn't matter now,he'll have to spend tonight in the infirmary ,I shall tell the headmaster" Bridges said.She left the room briefly and when she came back she was carrying a pair of pyjamas.She handed them to him."I'll tell Cook to bring up your dinner" she said before leaving the infirmary.Leaving Peter alone in the empty room.He changed and slid into bed.

"How's our little Jerry doing,I hope you learned your lesson,firstie" those were Martin's first words to Peter when he came into the common room ,the next morning,"Run home to the Fatherland,you'd fit right in with the members of the Hitler Youth",Martin's arm snapped up in the imitation of the Nazi salute ,something he had no doubt seen on newsreels at the cinema ,though( he couldn't be certain).

Ignoring the mock salutes they were giving him,Peter walked over to an empty armchair and sat down.Pulling out a book he pretended to be interested in what he was reading,it wasn't until the book was snatched out of his hands did he look up.

Martin stood there "The fellows and I were just talking and we wanted to know if you could teach us your salute since your a jerry and all"

"I'm not a jerry and stop calling me that" Peter said angrily

"Shut up,firstie,you and all the other blond haired blue eyed boys could go back to Germany and join the Hitler Youth" Davison smirked

Now every boy(non blonde haired ones) in the room had inched closer eager to see if another fight would break out,Martin however knew that beating Peter up twice was out of the question,instead however he delivered insult after insult .

"Leave him alone" a different voice cut in.A seventh year walked over,"Look just because someone has blond hair and blue eyes doesn't make them like one of Hitler's men" he looked around gathered around.

Taken advantage of the momentary distraction,Peter slipped out of the room and outside .Looking for a quiet place to sit he wandered over to the kitchen garden,the door was usually locked so when he turned it he wasn't expecting it to open and was pleasantly surprised when it did.

He sat on the bench,he wished the holidays would get here fast.He missed everyone ;in the daytime it was easier to hide ,but at night, night was different.Night was when the homesickness would sometimes come back in full force not every night of course at least not the way it had been during his first weeks since arriving at St.Barthlomews.In two weeks he'd be twelve years old.He was half excited and half terrified

A/N :Next chapter is going to be his birthday and it won't be at the school either and Natalie will be in this fic too only because Fluffers is