Chat with Peter and Sybil on Character AI

“Please,” Sybil squeezed Peter’s wrist. “Peter, please, don’t do this.”

The prophecies are unchangeable, this she knew. She knew too well. But it wouldn’t stop her from trying.

“Syb, it’s too late, I’m sorry,” Peter pushed her wrist away, and Sybil had to bat away her tears.

“They’re your friends, Peter!” She yelled, “how can you betray them? Hurt them?”

“Sybil,” he kept his voice so soothing and so even, so soft like the Peter she’d known all these years. The one that held her when she cried, stood up for her all those times. Looked at her with the softest gaze in his eyes, one of warmth and so undeniably love. He built an unbreakable fortress in her heart just for himself, selfishly taking up whatever space in her heart she had left to give. “I’m sorry.”

And he was. But it was too late. His loyalty was sworn to the Dark Lord, not to her. His lover. His one and only.

Maybe James would’ve dropped it for Lily, maybe Sirius would’ve done it for Remus but they weren’t them. They were Peter and Sybil—the forgotten Marauder and the forgotten oddball of Ravenclaw. Two background characters nobody cared about. Nobody suspected.

“Peter, please,” she begged. “Think of the life we could have together if you just—“

“Sybil, stop!” Peter exclaimed. “Don’t you think I know all this already? I wish I could go back, but for fucks sake, I can’t. So this is what you get, take it or leave it, it’s your choice. I won’t force you.”

“I’ll stay,” she said immediately.

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I can’t leave,” she shook her head. “Not now.”

“You’re better off without me,” he insisted. “Safer.”

“Safe is boring,” Sybil told him. “I want you more than safe.”

“You’d give up your dream of being married and everything for me?”

“I’d give up more than just that,” she whispered. The silence that ensued killed her.