"You going to kill me? After I saved your life? You owe me, Wormtail!"
It's not fair. It's not fair that I've always been the stupid one. The unnecessary one. The follower. Even my best friends viewed me as an untalented wizard when we were at school. They were always the better looking, the more popular, the cleverer ones. They only took me into their gang because they felt sorry for me, and we all knew it. Sirius said it once, when he was angry and frustrated after yet another argument with his parents.
"It'll be okay, Padfoot." I'd said, trying to comfort him.
"No! NO, it won't!" he'd shouted back, evidently sick and tired of people trying to tell him that. "They cut off my inheritance, okay? I have nothing! And stop trying to act like you're so much better than me, with your proper family and people that care about you at home! We all know nobody cares about you at school, we only don't ditch you because you're so pathetic that we feel sorry for you!"
James had made him apologise and he did, but I never forgot. I knew that he didn't mean to lash out at me, he was just stressed and tired. But what stung was the fact that it was the truth. He tried hard to act nice to me from then on, but I knew it was all fake. None of them had ever wanted to be friends with me. James and Sirius were much better friends with each other than they were with me or Remus, and that's why it didn't shock us when Sirius was asked to be James's best man and his son's godfather. Because they were always closer. It's why Sirius went to James's house when he finally ran away from home in sixth year.
But I'd done terrible things as well. I betrayed my best friends and their baby son to the Dark Lord and they were killed as a result. I blamed Sirius for my treacheries and he'd been sent to Azkaban, forced to sit there and blame himself for something that wasn't his fault for the rest of his life. I'd abandoned Remus and left him without any friends. And I hardly regret of it, because it saved my own life.
Yes, I know that's pathetic. I do feel guilty for killing Lily and James, because they were both always kind to me and didn't deserve to die. But would I do it again? Yes, no question. Because it saved my life.
The only thing I ever regretted was nearly leading this poor boy, James's son, to his death when he was only 14. Nearly having him killed when he was only 1. And now he's in front of me, being choked by my own hand. He doesn't deserve this either. He doesn't deserve to die here, in this cellar, by the person who also betrayed his parents and threw his godfather in prison for a crime he didn't commit. And that's why I let go. And as my own hand started to choke me, I saw Potter and Weasley lean over me, trying to stop my death, even though I deserved it. He really is James's son. I didn't want to die. All this treachery and backstabbing, only to die a humiliating death by my own hand. It was a waste, really. And I will forever be hated by everyone. What a pathetic end.