Peter Pettigrew was not an evil child, James Potter thought, staring down a wand and refusing to believe that his best friend betrayed him.
Peter was a strategist, always up for a game of chess and rarely losing. He was a listener and an observer, the first to realize when something was wrong and the first there with a shoulder and some good advice. He slept lightly, and whenever James had a nightmare he could count on Peter to sneak down to the kitchen with him. He gave James a smile when it was needed, never mentioned his tears to anyone else and learned to knit because the sound reminded James of home.
Peter Pettigrew was not an evil child, Sirius Black decided, alone in his cell in Azkaban and trying to process that his best friend was a murderer.
No, Peter was a stargazer, the first to give Sirius’ name another meaning than the Black heir. He was a silent supporter, had sat next to Sirius silently, for hours, countless of times. He sat through his rage after yet another fight with Regulus, he climbed towers and mountains to satisfy Sirius’ need for recklessness and he picked Muggle Studies just so Sirius wouldn’t be alone.
Peter Pettigrew was not an evil child, Remus Lupin realized, running towards the Whomping Willow and hoping to every God there was that it was all a misunderstanding.
See, Peter was a storyteller, always ready with one to distract the werewolf from what was coming on full moon nights. He was perceptive, knowing when Remus was hiding pain before anyone else. He always carried chocolate with him, he went with Remus on his late night walks in the rain and he gave him photographs of all the things Remus missed about home for his birthday.
Peter Pettigrew was not
an evil child, no, and not an evil man either. He was a lost boy, good at
reading people and better at using it to his own advantage. And years later,
when his childhood was long gone and he was choking by his own arm, Peter
wondered what had happened to the boy who once would have done anything for the
people he ended up ruining.