You've chosen the perfect title for this complex and understated little gem of a fic, one that at first seems like an obvious piece of gen and then gradually reveals itself to be exactly the only sort of "romance" that Peter has a chance for. Despicable little rat that he is in so many ways, it's impossible not to feel sorry for him, with all the believable layers you've given him here. Also, I like the use you make of Ollivander's canon fascination with/admiration of Voldemort's power. So many details help flesh out this world and show us so carefully the nuances of power and fear. Excellent job. And I agree with Donna -- a superb final line.