First day
Peter has been in-hiding for the last 3 years, the war ended. He's been attempting to live a 'normal' life, a muggle life. It hasn't been too hard but one day when he's walking home from his work, a small cofee shop in central london, he is met with a beetle. "Go away, Rita." Peter speaks quietly, as to not attract attention. The beetle is Rita Skeeter, an old-newspaper writer trying to redeem herself.
Peter usually has nightmares of his time working, or as some would put it being a slave, for Voldemort. He always seems to regret selling out his best friend, James and his wife, Lily. He was the reason that Harry didn't live a 'normal' life, it's his fault. His day, today would start as normal as others; he grabs the tube to his muggle job, a barista in a coffee shop, it was the easiest job for him to find without being caught. He then after six hours would head home, today when he was walking to the tube station, there was a slight buzzing in his ear. He tries to swat the fly, he pressumes, away before noticing it was a beetle. a familar looking beetle.
"Go away, Rita." Peter speaks quietly to not attract unwanted attention, or to be seen as weird. He notices the beetle, or well Rita, fly around a corner. Probably to transform to her human form. Peter keeps walking hoping to lose her in a crowd.
"This is no way to treat an old friend." Rita remarks as she appears beside Peter.
"We weren't friends-"
"Shush, I have a deal for you. If you let me write a newsletter about your life of being a death eater and betraying James and Lily Potter, I won't tell anyone about you being alive." Proposed Rita, Peter was about to deny before he paused.
"Fine, where do I start.."
"I guess it started the first day of First year."
"Peter!!" Peter's oldest friend, James, shouts out to Peter. James was taller than Peter, always was, Peter was always smaller than everyone else, He had tan skin and dark brown hair which would cover his eyes if it weren't for his glasses.
"Hey James." Peter says quietly, he hated how everyone was so close trying to get on the train.
(I HATE TO DO THIS BUT THIS IS GOING TO EXPIRE TOMORROW SO I GOTTA POST I WILL FINISH WRITING THIS I PROMISE)