Peter Pettigrew woke up to his Mother yelling at him to come down for breakfast. He groaned and buried his face in his pillow. Just one more minute, he thought desperately.
Peter was a short and slightly plump boy. He'd inherited the ice blue eyes and excellent vision from his father, and then the light blonde hair from his father. Though he lacked the attention span of both. Peter had told he'd been lucky to have a kind resting face, as his older sister Clara looked to be in a bad mood most of the time.
"Peter! Breakfast!" Shouted his mother.
Peter was seriously considering just going back to sleep and skipping breakfast until his stomach rumbled loudly. He sighed and reluctantly sat up. Peter gasped. He'd just realised what day it was.
His eleventh birthday
The day he was to get his Hogwarts letter
Throwing off his blue covers, he ran downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother was laying out breakfast.
"Happy birthday Pete!" Said his father.
"Thanks dad, has my letter arrived yet?" Asked Peter, eager for the letter that would change everything.
Peter sighed and started eating his breakfast when his sister, Clara, walked in, still with her usual bed head. "Happy birthday," She ruffled his hair then stole the milk from him. ",have you got your letter yet?" She asked.
Since Clara had got her letter when an unreliable owl had flown right into the window Peter had been worried. She was now going into her sixth year and had passed her OWLs with straight Os. His parents regarded her highly and Peter doubted he'd reach what she managed to. The entire family were relieved when he finally showed first signs of magic when he was nine.
"No, but it should be here soon." He muttered.
Just as he replied, a tawny owl flew in and toppled over the milk bottle on the table. Peter ran over to the dazed owl and carefully placed it next to the sink. He took his letter and prized it open.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Pettigrew,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of the necessary books and equipment.
Term starts 1st September.
Peter was bursting with happiness as he read the letter. Hogwarts here I come! He thought. His mother took out her list of school books they'd have to buy in Diagon Alley and started reading them out. Clara also supplied some unhelpful comments about when she got her letter, saying that Peter should get her old books.
"Ew I don't want your leftovers." He made a face at her suggestion.
"You're lucky I keep my books in good condition!" She called after her retreating back as Peter ignored her, taking the letter up to his room, re-reading it with excitement.
For a lot of his short life, Peter had felt a yearning need to prove himself. Every year Clara would come back with a glowing school report and their parents telling her that she would do so well in life. As a child, he used to be proud of his big sister, but when it dawned on him that academics wasn't exactly his forte, he started to become bitter of her achievements. The need to be appreciated was too much, and as the time to go to Hogwarts got closer he would be filled with excited nerves.
But now it would all change. He was going to Hogwarts! He would get a chance to prove himself. He was finally going to Hogwarts!