James
Tell me why I was betrayed.
What have I done wrong? I can't think of anything - look, Peter was always laughing, you bloody lunatic!
He loved us. At least I thought he did.
So tell me what you did to bring him over to your side. What did you promise him? Answers to questions that I could never give? Power? No. Those questions had no answers. He was never one for power. Always preferred the shadows. Or maybe he didn't?
I have a split second. I don't want to think of Peter. Really. Merlin, Sirius is going to be in a right mess.
So tell me why I was betrayed. You can still kill me. I know you will. This puzzle of Peter is a bit too overwhelming now to think of dying.
Who dies at a time like this, honestly?
I can't even find it in me to be sad and regretful. Angry as hell, yes, because Lily and Harry are just upstairs. Pissed off, yeah. But I really just want to solve this. Want an answer. Don't I deserve it - about to die? Anyways, it's not like I could tell anyone your precious secrets.
So come on, let your wand down, keep your creepy cloak on, have a seat, want some tea? And tell me why I was betrayed.
Then you can kill me.
