Peter Pettigrew
The Great Hall was massive in comparison to me, and the people were all talking loudly with their friends, making me feel uncomfortable. I'd never had a friend. I was an only child and no one had ever really liked me. I'd always just been there. The quiet small one, like a mouse carrying on in my existence with no recognition. I hated it. My parents were too busy to notice me, the teachers all just saw me as the quiet average kid who didn't say much! The problem was I didn't have any talents. I wasn't clever, I wasn't handsome, I wasn't funny, I wasn't particularly nice. Just Peter.
I wanted people to notice people though; I didn't want to be just Peter! I didn't care how I was going to do it. It didn't matter if people hated me or loved me (preferably the later). So now was my fresh start, I wasn't going to be in the shadow of anyone, or the shy little boy. The first step was going to be to make friends. I didn't know how I was going to do that thanks to my lack of experience but it was a start at least! I moved my eyes back to the front where a pretty girl with long red hair was being sorted. I wondered where I'd go. My mother had been in Slytherin and my father in Hufllepuff, it was an unlikely combination but it wasn't as if they spent much time together; they were far too busy working.
I could be in either of those houses. I probably wouldn't be in Ravenclaw because I wasn't clever enough and I didn't know about Gryffindor. "Pettigrew, Peter." Called out Professor McGonagall. My heart pounding, I timidly walked up to the front, where I sat on the stool, and all the attention of the people in the Great Hall was on me. It was a nice feeling.
When the hat was placed on my head there was a pause for a while before it said, "Ah, you want friends, and attention." It said. How did it know that? "You want to be remembered, you want power! But you want to be a good friend, and people who respect you." it said. "I know where to put you!"
"GRYFFINDOR!" it yelled out. Gryffindor? That had been unexpected but I enjoyed the applause as I walked over to the cheering table. People were greeting me and congratulating me!
"Hey." Said a boy with curly jet black hair, a mischievous smile across his face, "I'm Sirius. And you?"
"Peter." I said quietly. Damn! I was supposed to be loud and confident.
"Well welcome Peter. This here is my friend Remus." He said pointing to the mousy brown haired boy with two scars running down his pale face. He smiled politely at me and I did so back. Remus seemed nice! Maybe he could be my friend…