Peter Pettigrew knew he had done the right thing, the sacrifice he had made more than enough to warrant his own feeling of pride. Unfortunately, he knew not everyone—including those who counted the most—would be able to see it that way.
Tiny clouds of dust rose as Peter scampered along, determined to not let his aching muscles slow him down. It was hard to gain any sort of fast pace with the space where his toe should have been constantly throbbing. Still, he pushed on, blades of grass scratching at his fur. He needed to find shelter—a place to live with protection as rat or man—and there was only one house that fitted that description.
The grass and dirt soon gave way to grey bitumen as he entered the town. His tiny heart thumped when the cries of a stray dog rang out, the howling ringing in his ears.
No, it couldn’t be him. He was safely …show more content…
Go on, you go off with the other kids now.”
“No.” Peter dug his fingers into his mother’s leg, shaking his head and burying it into the soft material of her skirt.
“C’mon, Pete, I know you’ll have lots of fun. Look, Timmy is here, you had fun with him yesterday, didn’t you?” his mum pleaded.
Peter shook his head again, determined not to let his mother go. He didn’t want to play with the other children. All they did was try to tell him what to dress up as during play, or to make him trade his muesli bar for an apple. Besides, kindergarten was boring. He wanted to do more than sing songs and trace his name—he wanted to stay home, swinging from the tree or to spend hours playing with his action figures.
His mother sighed, reaching down to pry his hands away from her legs. “Please, Pete, Mummy needs to go to work.”
Jutting out his lip, he wrapped his arms around her leg as far as they would go. His mother could take him home and they could stay together instead. “No,” he repeated.
“Mrs Hopkirk is waiting for you,” his mother said. Then, when he refused to meet her gaze, she continued, “Look, she’s waving at
Tiny clouds of dust rose as Peter scampered along, determined to not let his aching muscles slow him down. It was hard to gain any sort of fast pace with the space where his toe should have been constantly throbbing. Still, he pushed on, blades of grass scratching at his fur. He needed to find shelter—a place to live with protection as rat or man—and there was only one house that fitted that description.
The grass and dirt soon gave way to grey bitumen as he entered the town. His tiny heart thumped when the cries of a stray dog rang out, the howling ringing in his ears.
No, it couldn’t be him. He was safely …show more content…
Go on, you go off with the other kids now.”
“No.” Peter dug his fingers into his mother’s leg, shaking his head and burying it into the soft material of her skirt.
“C’mon, Pete, I know you’ll have lots of fun. Look, Timmy is here, you had fun with him yesterday, didn’t you?” his mum pleaded.
Peter shook his head again, determined not to let his mother go. He didn’t want to play with the other children. All they did was try to tell him what to dress up as during play, or to make him trade his muesli bar for an apple. Besides, kindergarten was boring. He wanted to do more than sing songs and trace his name—he wanted to stay home, swinging from the tree or to spend hours playing with his action figures.
His mother sighed, reaching down to pry his hands away from her legs. “Please, Pete, Mummy needs to go to work.”
Jutting out his lip, he wrapped his arms around her leg as far as they would go. His mother could take him home and they could stay together instead. “No,” he repeated.
“Mrs Hopkirk is waiting for you,” his mother said. Then, when he refused to meet her gaze, she continued, “Look, she’s waving at