if you say so

( aka the biography of peter pettigrew )

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⠀on the fifteenth of march 1961, at exactly 12:03 am, a babyboy was born. that boy was named peter pettigrew. . .
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⠀he grew up to be a man of many faces, of many names, of many traits. " peter pettigrew-the jack of all traits and yet a master of none ", they whispered as he waddled into the hall with another batch of baked goods in one hand.
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⠀some would remember the face of an innocent and cowardly man who had been relentlessly hunted then murdered by the one he had called brother, mere hours after the death of his other brother. " --flobbering pig that pettigrew is, how 𝒑 𝒂 𝒕 𝒉 𝒆 𝒕 𝒊 𝒄 do you have to be to be / t h a t / useless ? "
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⠀to others he was condemned to suffer a fate, sealed by the silent promise of red, where his soul was no long his. " do you accept that your will is mine to own ?" was left unsaid as the wand pushed into his skin, the searing pain blinded him for just . a . mere . second.
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⠀however, on the fifteenth of march 1998, 37 years later, that very same baby had left this world. the only stain that would remind the world that he had walked this earth before them was the carving " p.p" on the wooden swings, where the ghost of marlene mckinnon sat.

" one day you will achieve greatness.
-a marauders era fanfic, peter pettigrew.
written in 2020.