Hey guys, this is my fist proper fanfiction so reviews would be very much appreciated…I'm really not sure how this is gonna turn out, so y'know, sorry if it's rubbish.

If someone had told him that he would one day be classed as a 'popular', Peter Pettigrew would have rolled his eyes, remembered his manners, and told them politely that it would just never happen.

But now, just two years later, he was in exactly that position. He had three best friends: James Potter, the 'leader'; Sirius Black, the 'rebel' and Remus Lupin, 'the sensible' one. Ish. But for once in his life, Peter Pettigrew was liked.

Frankly, he was surprised at himself

Yeah so that's it…just a oneshot. If you want it to carry on then please review saying so, Thanks