Not such a good friend
written by Louisa S R W
The ones that I don't want to remember.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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PETER
Chapter 2
The first person I want to speak about is someone now that came into my life his name… we’ll call him PETER.
This PETER didn’t go to school with me he didn’t even come from the same country as me. But I met him and ended up becoming good friends with him. He didn’t know who I was, what my background was. He knew nothing about me. He was actually a Muggle. Why or how I became friends with a muggle I don’t actually know. But I did. I thought that he was a good person. It turns out he wasn’t. Firstly I suppose I was naive in the fact that I didn't understand his muggle culture and found it difficult. But I suppose the attraction was that it had nothing to do with magic. Nothing to do with what my father had been fighting for, speaking about, nothing. Perhaps in a small way it was a small rebel inside of me. Somehow, he just turned up in my life when I needed someone but because he was a muggle, because he had no idea what I had been through recently he hurt me more than maybe he intended to do. He said things that hit me more than any of Bella's curses, more than anything really.
We were 21. I was still getting over my losses, the new ways of life. Perhaps he thought we were dating I don’t know. I was walking one night through London from the Ministry to the Leaky Cauldron when he attacked me in the street.
I reckon he’d had a few too many drinks because I started to scream and even then a few regular people pulled me into the bar. I remember being really shocked and stunned. No muggle had ever tried to hurt me before. I was lucky I was home and I was lucky that Tom keeps an eye on the place. I’ve not looked at a Muggle in the same way since. I keep a close group of friends and family and that’s it.
I see him around now that I’m back in London but I don’t want to talk to him. I think that we have very different lives. He probably works with electricity and I work with dragons and aurors. I think that the obviators may have obliviated me from his mind but there were many troubles at the time and I needed a friend.
This PETER didn’t go to school with me he didn’t even come from the same country as me. But I met him and ended up becoming good friends with him. He didn’t know who I was, what my background was. He knew nothing about me. He was actually a Muggle. Why or how I became friends with a muggle I don’t actually know. But I did. I thought that he was a good person. It turns out he wasn’t. Firstly I suppose I was naive in the fact that I didn't understand his muggle culture and found it difficult. But I suppose the attraction was that it had nothing to do with magic. Nothing to do with what my father had been fighting for, speaking about, nothing. Perhaps in a small way it was a small rebel inside of me. Somehow, he just turned up in my life when I needed someone but because he was a muggle, because he had no idea what I had been through recently he hurt me more than maybe he intended to do. He said things that hit me more than any of Bella's curses, more than anything really.
We were 21. I was still getting over my losses, the new ways of life. Perhaps he thought we were dating I don’t know. I was walking one night through London from the Ministry to the Leaky Cauldron when he attacked me in the street.
I reckon he’d had a few too many drinks because I started to scream and even then a few regular people pulled me into the bar. I remember being really shocked and stunned. No muggle had ever tried to hurt me before. I was lucky I was home and I was lucky that Tom keeps an eye on the place. I’ve not looked at a Muggle in the same way since. I keep a close group of friends and family and that’s it.
I see him around now that I’m back in London but I don’t want to talk to him. I think that we have very different lives. He probably works with electricity and I work with dragons and aurors. I think that the obviators may have obliviated me from his mind but there were many troubles at the time and I needed a friend.
