AN: I swore the first time I posted this that it
would not become the first in a series of "The Life And Times of
Peter Pettigrew". I must have been wrong, because I seem to be continuing
writing Pettigrew scenes. This, however, is still the first.
It was inspired, naturally, by the scene in SS where
Scabbers attacks Goyle on the train on the way to Hogwarts. When you realize
whom Scabbers has been the whole time, some interesting questions are
raised. Anyone who catches the obscure and only partial reference in the
title to a bad Star Wars fic has read far too much Star Wars fic.
"They're saying all down the train that Harry
Potter's in this compartment."
Wormtail, who had been beginning to wake up anyway,
opened one eye lazily to look first at the pale boy who had spoken, then
at the dark-haired, rumpled looking boy in question. Ah, he thought idly,
so that's Harry Potter. Part of his brain - the part that was still human
- knew that this was a rather important fact, and he should probably care
a great deal about it, but being a rat for ten years had dulled his thought
processes somewhat. Besides, he was still tired.
He tried to go back to sleep, but the boys insisted
on continuing to talk, so he gave up and studied the two boys flanking
the silver-haired one, wondering vaguely if they seemed familiar for a
reason. Then the blond boy introduced them - himself as Malfoy, and his
cronies as Crabbe and Goyle. The names turned themselves over in Scabbers'
little rat brain for a few moments. Malfoy, Crabbe, and...Goyle. They'd
been Death Eaters, he remembered at last. Followers of...of the Dark Lord.
After ten years, he still couldn't bring himself to even think his Master's
Wormtail hadn't known Malfoy well - Lucius had always
been very aloof - but Crabbe and Goyle he remembered. They were large
and burly, and rather dull, too, if he remembered correctly. They were
well suited to service, taking orders largely because they were too stupid
to think up plans of their own.
Another memory flickered across his mind. He remembered
a time not long after he had been branded with the Dark Mark, when he
had been forced to attend Death Eater meetings. The Dark Lord had called
him Wormtail, a fact which Crabbe and Goyle seemed to find immensely funny,
and had pounced on immediately. They'd called him Wormie for two years.
Wormtail opened his eyes just so he could narrow them in disgust.
Just as he opened his eyes, he could see Goyle moving
quickly towards a pile of Chocolate Frogs nearby, and could feel his boy
moving angrily towards him. In only a second or two, Wormtail was in jumping
If anyone had bothered to ask him later, he wouldn't
have been able to say what he had been thinking. He hadn't been thinking,
frankly. The memories of all those years of ridicule - not just at Goyle's
hands, but at everyone's - just welled up inside of him, and before he
knew it, he had leapt from his boy's pocket and latched on to Goyle's
thumb with his razor-sharp teeth. There he clung for a few satisfying
seconds, before Goyle succeeded in shaking him off. Wormtail flew across
the compartment, smashing into a window and eventually landing under one
of the purple-upholstered seats.
His whole body ached from his collision with the
window, and his mouth was full of the disgusting taste of Goyle, but he
still felt strangely pleased with himself. Upon finding he lacked the
strength to scuttle back over to his boy, he merely coiled his tail around
himself and fell into a contented sleep.