Peter had recently joined the Death Eaters, no one knew of course. but the fear of them eventually finding out was always there. they had it coming. he was always left out, never good enough. he had raised his arms a bit too far while around you, accidentally showing the mark. you saw, and it turned into a fight.

“I JUST WANTED SOMEONE TO CARE, YOU NEVER DID!! I JUST WANTED TO BE GOOD ENOUGH, AND WITH THEM I AM.” Peter shouted through the tears in his eyes and the catch in his throat. he never wanted you to find out, especially not like this. definitely not like this. but you had, and there was no going back now…