Author’s Note: My first attempt at Snapefic.
Please let me know what you think.
What I wouldn’t have given, to have friends like
that. If I had, would I have become the
man I am now ashamed to be? Would I
carry with me the weight of all these years of regret, of all the horrible
deeds I have done? Would I have been
better for it, for their influence? I
would have given anything to be loved that way—unconditionally. Unconditional care. Unasking sacrifices. Understanding. I never was.
And you threw that away.
I grieve for them, you know, because of what you did. How could you have something so beautiful
and throw it away in the name of power?
Don’t you know that power amounts to nothing in the end?
They would have died for you. Any of them. All of
them. They loved you, and I thought you
loved them. Did you?
Does that matter?
Do you know what I would have given to have been in your
I’ve spent my life being misunderstood. First I locked my heart away in order to
survive. I told myself that power was
what I wanted, that it would fill the gap in my soul, but even then I knew I
was wrong. I only wanted to belong.
Four boys. So
different, yet so strong together. A
werewolf, one of them, and the others didn’t care. I couldn’t understand it, then, and I hated
you, all of you, for it. I wanted what
you had. I wanted that bond. I wanted to know that unconditional
friendship that you all shared. What I
wouldn’t have given to know that kind of love.
I hated you because you had what I did not, what I never could
have. I hid it, of course, behind snide
remarks and outward rage, but the fact that I hated you stemmed from what you
had. All of you—together, always
together. You had it all.
You threw that away, you bastard. Fifteen years later, I look at what you’ve
done, and I see what you did to your friends. One lies dead, buried in a
forgotten grave—his only legacy is a lonely boy who should never have had to
shoulder the burdens he carries.
Another has spent most of his life alone, and his eyes bear the scars,
although he is still strong, and wise—but he’ll never again know the acceptance
he did by your side. And the other is a
wreck of a man, tormented still by the hell you threw him into—even I can see
the pain in his eyes. Even I, who hated
him for nearly all of my life, and who now comes to understand what drove him
to do as he did.
You didn’t deserve them.
How long did you lay in wait?
They trusted you, and it hurts me to remember that, because I
look at what you wasted and wish it could have been mine. I wouldn’t have wasted it. God, if I’d had friends like that… It kills
me to think of all the dark roads I might not have taken. Of all the ghosts that might not now be in
my past. Of all the pride I might have
once had in what I truly was.
How could you throw something so beautiful away? It wasn’t perfect, but you had brothers. I envy you to this day, Wormtail. You didn’t deserve what they gave you, and
you stole it from them. But even when I
look at them, they wouldn’t trade a one of the memories to avoid the later
pain. In their own way, they still love
you, love you in a way I will never know.
You wasted it.
You betrayed them.
And I sit alone, wishing that I could have been in your
I would not have made the same mistake.