Peter, Barty
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 255
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Two Week Drabble Wars - 1. "There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams." - The Conjuring
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: [Writing Club!] The Word Prompt Express - Prompt Used – 283. Examination
Emotion Challenge: Emotion - Cowardly
Barty looked at Peter in examination. His head was tilted to the side curiously. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking," Peter answered. His eyes were unfocused as he stared at the wall.
Barty raised his eyebrows at the zombie-like state Peter was exhibiting. "About what?" Barty asked cluelessly. He still couldn't take the hint when it came to someone wanting to be left alone it seemed.
Peter sighed. He usually wasn't that serious, but he was troubled by his recurring dream. Who knew? Maybe Barty might be able to shed some light on it. "There's a lady in a dirty nightgown that I see in my dreams."
"Ookkay," Barty replied, drawing out the world.
Peter closed his eyes. What had he been thinking? Did he actually believe Barty Crouch Jr. could be helpful? What a joke. "In my dream, she always says I'm a disgusting, evil thing. I think... I think it might be my mother."
"Awww, how sweet. Little Petey is dreaming about his mommy. You betrayed your best friends and got two of them killed and one sent to Azkaban. A little late to be feeling guilty, don't you think?"
Peter nodded. He knew it was cowardly to feel guilty and not do anything about it. He would never understand how he got sorted into Gryffindor.
Although he didn't tell Barty, in his dream, the woman always called him a pathetic coward who always took the easy way out. And whether the woman was his mother or not his mother, he agreed with her.