Dear Readers,

I have a friend who came up with a story and I am writing it because the idea of Peter Pettigrew's redemption fascinated me. Her name is DIsForDisney on this site. I felt inspired with the plot bunnies this story has given me, so I will write it for her. Thank you for reading.

Rae Carson

Peter Pettigrew knocked on the door of the Potter's home. Thankfully, James answered. Peter could tell that Lily was upstairs with the baby, as he had seen them in the upstairs window when he approached the cottage. And now both of them are in danger because of me…

Immediately, James could tell something was wrong. "What is it, Petey?" he asked his friend, with concern in his voice. Peter felt even guiltier than ever now. He gulped and looked at the floor.

"I've d-done…s-something…h-horrible," Peter began, tears already threatening to fall.

James attempted to look into Peter's eyes, but Peter continued to stare at the floor. He knew if he looked into James's eyes, he would totally fall apart.

"The—the D-dark Lord—him-himself c-came to m-me," Peter stuttered.

James's eyes grew huge and he put his hands on Peter's shoulders. "How on earth did you manage to walk away, Peter?" he asked incredulously.

"I—I t-told him w-where you were," he whispered.

James fingers dug into Peter's flesh. "You WHAT?" he roared. Now he shook Peter down to his bones. "How could you possibly DO SUCH A THING?"

"James," called Lily from upstairs. The baby was now crying at the sound of James's raised voice. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, love," James called to her, his hands still in an iron grip around Peter's shoulders. "Please calm the baby."

"How could you break the secret?" James hissed at Peter. He finally let go of his shoulders, and started pacing back and forth. "Is he due to come here?" he demanded.

"Any minute," Peter muttered, massaging the areas on his shoulders where James's fingers had dug in.

"Get out of my house," James said with unmistakable coldness.

"I was hoping…I could come here to help—" Peter said, holding up his hands.

"I said get out," James repeated. "You've done far too much damage as it is."

"No, wait!" Peter cried, as James began shoving him out the door, "Please don't…"

"What is it?" James growled.

"I…I have a feeling…y-you won't make it tonight," he said with as much calm as he could muster. "A—and if that happens…I'll try to make this right. Somehow."

His words gave James pause and Peter knew why. Never before had Peter had backbone enough to stand up to any one of the Marauders.

"If that actually happens—which will be your fault—then yes, it is your job to watch over Harry," James agreed. "Now find Sirius and send him here."