One particularly stormy night in the middle of November in 1976, neither Peter Pettigrew nor Savannah Stone could sleep. Not due to the storm outside, but the storm of emotions raging inside each teen.

Peter was sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor common room at midnight that night. No one else was around and logs were crackling in the fireplace. He was staring into the fire, not blinking as he was deep in thought.

Savannah came downstairs at nearly one in the morning, as she didn't want to sit in the dark dormitory. She had spent the last hour tossing and turning, trying in vain to get back to sleep. She had finally decided to forgo her attempts.

She sat on the opposite end of the couch as Peter, who didn't even turn to look at who joined him. Savannah was staring at the portrait of Godric Gryffindor that hung above the fireplace, wondering what the founder of her house was like when he was alive.

"How'd you know you really wanted your tattoos?" Peter asked suddenly, breaking the slightly awkward silence as he turned to look at her.

Savannah looked at him, a slightly confused expression playing on her features. She was silent as she was taken back to the night she got her first tattoo, the paw print on her right wrist.

She and her parents had just gotten into a particularly nasty argument, with them raving about how they didn't know where they went wrong to end up with a daughter like her; an antisocial, rebellious witch who barely spoke a word to anyone.

You really want me to be a rebel, huh? She thought as she slammed the door to her bedroom. She shoved muggle money into her  bag before opening her window and climbing out.

She walked through town- they live in London- until she found a parlor that would tattoo a minor. It wasn't necessarily the smartest thing to do, but Savannah was so angry she didn't care.

Growing up, she had two dogs; a black lab-corgi mix named Brady and a chocolate lab named Zuko. They were her best friends. They would always listen to her rant, they cuddled with her after a bad argument with her parents.  Savannah didn't know if she would have survived her childhood without them.

Brady passed away in her fourth year, leaving a hole in her heart. She always said that a piece of her heart went to heaven with him. His passing sent her into an even steeper downhill spiral, as this is when her depression and anxiety first made an appearance.

At the time she got the tattoo, Zuko was still alive. He was still there when she got home, ready to jump on her and lick her face to make her smile and laugh.

She got the tattoo in the August before her fifth year. Zuko passed the following April, after a month long battle with leg issues. Her depression and anxiety got even worse after this happened, another piece of her heart and soul gone.

Savannah never regretted getting her paw print tattoo. It was a symbol of the love she had for the two boys who would forever have a place in her heart.

Memories of that night rushed through her head, the slight pain of the actual process of getting the tattoo, the way the tattooist looked at her oddly when she told him that she only wanted a simple paw print.

"Savannah?" Peter said after a few moments of silence.

Savannah looked at Peter again. "Well... my paw print holds a special meaning to me, so I knew I'd never ever regret it. I had wanted a tattoo for awhile, but something finally made me do it. I just wanted to make sure it was something I'd never regret getting tattooed on my body," Savannah explained the best she could without giving too much about her personal life away. She wasn't exactly comfortable telling Peter her whole life story.

Peter was silent for a moment as he nodded, looking back to the fire. The emotions swirling inside Peter were so strong that he forgot to be shocked by how much Savannah actually said to him.

"Just make sure it means something to you, okay?" Savannah said as she got up, leaving him alone on the couch that stormy night.
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"Padfoot, is it just me or has Wormtail been gone a lot lately?" James asked Sirius as they walked to the Great Hall for breakfast a couple of weeks later.

Sirius thought for a moment before replying, "You know, you're right. Maybe the lad's finally got himself a girlfriend!"

Remus rolled his eyes at the other two, telling them, "Be nice. Maybe he's ill."

Sirius and James exchanged a look before shrugging and sitting down, James across from Lily and Sirius across from Savannah, with Remus on the other side of Savannah and Dalton on the other side of Remus.

"Have any of you seen Marlene recently? She keeps disappearing," Alice questioned the boys as soon as they sat down.

"Marlene? No," Remus replied, reaching for a piece of toast.

"Sirius, have you?" Lily asked, reaching for some strawberries.

"Nope," Sirius responded, shifting in his seat slightly before popping a grape in his mouth.

"James?" Lily implored, wanting to know where her friend could possibly be.

"No. Sorry, Lilypad," James murmured, concentrating on catching the grape that Sirius was trying to throw into his mouth.

Lily seemed to visibly deflate, as did Savannah. Savannah missed Marlene's fiery temper and confidence.

While Lily deflated at the fact that Marlene had not been seen, she also deflated at the fact that James didn't pay her more attention. He hadn't asked her out on another date since the party! Savannah tried her best to assure her it was because he was following Remus's advice and not pestering her as much.

C'mon, James. Buck up! Of course, at the time she wasn't aware of the pun she made in her head. Only later did she look back and laugh at her own joke.
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While Peter and Marlene were disappearing for vastly different reasons, both were puzzling to their friends. Both had their friends worrying, even if they didn't want to admit it. For only a moment, the group had thought that they were dating, but that idea had quickly been dismissed. Peter and Marlene would not be good together. Peter wasn't Marlene's type at all.

Peter even stole James's invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map! Though none of the other for Marauders ever found out, it was still something no one would expect Peter to do. None of the boys had any reason to suspect that Peter would be doing something that could hurt them until it was too late.

It's quite odd, how the things one goes through affects their mentality, don't you think? How twins separated at birth could form completely different personalities? But the decisions one makes about what to do about what they went through also makes quite the difference. Take Sirius Black, Savannah Stone, and Peter Pettigrew for example.

Peter was a boy who trailed everyone around, always stuffing his face and never quite standing up for what he believed in. His parents would tease him about his weight, but never in a horribly mean way. They simply worried for his health.

Sirius was a boy who stood up for anyone he cared about, always fiercely loyal and protective. His parents were horrible, evil people. They never worried for him.

Savannah was a girl who protected those she loved, always protecting herself as well. Her parents weren't meant to be parents. They never worried for her or Dalton.

Savannah and Sirius went through much harder things than Peter, yet they didn't betray their friends.

What could drive Peter to do so? Was it the teasing he received from his parents about his tendency to gain weight easily? Was it the teasing he received from other kids when he first arrived at Hogwarts?

Savannah wondered these things quite often in later years. When she would think those things, she would also think, I went through the teasing. My parents nitpicked everything about me; my weight, my magic, everything and I didn't turn out like Peter. Maybe the whole 'no one's born evil' thing doesn't apply to him. It can't, if someone could do something like this to his friends, the people who treated him like a brother when no one else did so. I will have my revenge on Peter Pettigrew, even if it's the last thing I ever do.