Peter used to wonder why he had been sorted into Gryffindor instead of Hufflepuff. But when he was faced with the Dark Lord's wand, he knew why. He hated himself for it, but to him, there really was no choice.

He felt only one thing as he came face to face with his childhood friend. Rage. Pure and utter rage. But as the explosion sounded out, the only thing he could do, was laugh.