A day in the life of: Peter “Wormtail” Pettigrew The Gryffindor that got away Date: 3rd of March 1975 Time: 23:43 In a shadowed corner on the fifth floor at Hogwarts – school of witchcraft and wizardry you could hear heavy huffs and puffs. Which in itself was quite unusual as Hogwarts was a boarding school for 11 to 17 year old witches and wizards and aforementioned wizard and witches should all be in their dormitories after 10 o’clock. What was even more unusual was that if one were to take...

It was night and all was quiet in the Gryffindor tower. In the common room the fire burned slowly, just on the verge of dying out. If you went further, up the stairs, taking a peak into the dorms you would find the Gryffindor students lying in their beds, deep in the world of dreams, tired after a long day of learning. Unless of course the dorm you peaked into was the dorm of the current third year boys, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. You would not find them...

Year 1 Unbelievable! That immature prat. And he just stands there and laughs. “Potter!” My voice echos against the walls off the empty corridor. “You’re a prat, do you know that? How could you do that? What did Severus ever do to you?” Poor Severus. He stands behind me glaring at Potter, his shockingly pink hair almost blinding anyone looking at him. “Oh relax Evans, Merlin! It was just a prank. “ He’s still laughing, his eyes sparkling with humor. “Besides, it’s not like it matters to...

Time truly changes everything. She knew it, she’d seen it, she’d lived it, she’d felt it. But is change always for the better? She thought not. After all, if it was better, wouldn’t she be happier? Wouldn’t she spend time thinking of the future, instead of focusing on the past? And as she thinks of the past, of days of happiness, of careless days of youth filled with laughter and pranks, she remembers them. Those few special persons, that made her laugh, that made her happy, that gave her...