Peter +
Peter sat silent throughout baby Potter's speech, wondering if any of this was a choice. It didn't seem to be. Those in charge seemed to be treating the rest of them like expendable pawns, and maybe they were. Maybe they had to be. But that didn't mean he had to like it.
He'd done his duty. Created spell after spell for the army to use, trained until he was exhausted at something he wasn't very good at--though he was better than most of the infants who were from this time, that was true enough--but that didn't change the fact that now he was being asked to risk his life for a bunch of people who would probably rather see him dead. Wankers.
Muttering under his breath about the dictatorship going on, he didn't realize he was being overheard.