Summary: Everyone thought he was a traitor. A spineless, creature of dirt. They were wrong. Each and every day he regretted having taken things into his own hands, but grief and fear had made him slightly mad. If he hadn't tried to save them, they might still be alive... And no, this is NOT an angsty fic, no matter what it sounds like. It's about Wormtail, and how it might have happened. You know, that whole thing about him serving Voldemort, and betraying the Potters and that. I don't actually think it was this way, but yeah. There's nothing that actually says it couldn't happen like this, soo... Anyway, thankyou ally mad! I love you!!!.... Well, okay, I don't. But you get the picture. You actually reviewed. I was over the moon. In fact, I'm writing (typing?) this from my space-ship as we speak... PS IF you believed that then you have serious issues...