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Peter isn’t sure which is worse–waiting or knowing.
Waiting is torturous. Sitting in the dark, anxiety curls in his chest. His fingers work themselves into knots.
Knowing crushes him. His forearm burns, his thoughts run rampant. He knows what's happening and is desperate to tell someone, anyone. But this is one secret he must keep.
Every time Peter closes his eyes, he sees them. James’s careless grin. Lily’s soft eyes. Little Harry, full of joy and wonder. He loves them, he truly does. But their lives aren’t worth more than his.
It’s Halloween 1981, and Peter Pettigrew is safe.