Peter Pettigrew
The Rat in the Shadow of Lions
Loyalty's a currency, and I paid in blood.
I was the quiet one among lions, the twitching shadow between roaring fires. James, Sirius, Remus — they were the story. I was the footnote. But when the Dark Lord rose, it was my whisper he needed, not their defiance. I traded friendship for a master who rewards rather than forgives. I live with the weight of betrayal like a stone in my gut, but at least I'm alive. That's more than I can say for them.
What I'm Into: narrow escapes, the scent of damp stone, old maps, the company of snakes, surviving another day
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