Prologue
„Take a chance on me, honey I'm still free!"
„Abba, Take a chance!"
„Good guess, Prongs!"
„That wasn't fair, it's a song Lily likes. He knows every song she likes by his freaking heart."
„Don't blame him for being such a fool for love, Peter."
The four young boys discussed in their dormitory, sitting at the ground and playing „Guess which song it is".
„It counts. Hands up for yes, hands still for no.", Sirius Black, the gamemaker himself, chosed. Three hands, Sirius included, got up.
James Potter, the beloved boy, who was called Prongs by his best friends, won.
Peter Pettigrew, a little dark blonde hair guy, with an accent noone could tell from where, wasn‘t happy about it. No, quietly not. Since the first year James Potter always wons. He wons the games, he wons the quidditch cup, a little sportive thing in the magic world which is a little too dangerous for such young players in school, he wons the attention of the most beautiful girl, Peter has ever seen, even if she hated James three years in a row.
Peter wanted so badly to win too, that in exact this moment he made his choice. The choice given by a really dark wizard, who came across Pettigrews way once in a while. He chose him. He chose to win one time against James Potter. He chose madness. He chose to become one of the most feared wizards and he chose a new life… without his stupid somehow called friends. He chose to be a traitor. He hated Mr. lucky Potter and he wanted to see how his world tear apart in his stupid blue eyes.
A knock and every dark thought of Peter flew away into the nightsky directly through the only window pf the dormitory.