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Summary: Prequel to I Will Remember You. Can be read by it's self. What was the reason of James leaving Peter to be with Lily? – James/Peter, James/Lily

AN: I must admit that I love to write Peter, he's so awesome…

--I Will Trust You--

James climbed the ladder resting on the side of the house, clambering up onto the roof. He paused when he reached the top, merely gazing at the boy who was perched near the edge, curled up into a ball.

He had never meant to hurt him, honestly. They had been lovers though most of their years at Hogwarts but he never thought that Peter would take it this hard.

Cautiously, he crept over to the other man, looping an arm around his shoulders.

"Hey Peter."

Wormtail turned to look at him before sniffing and burying his face back into his knees, but James had already seen the tears.

He put his other arm around Peter before pulling the boy to his chest.

"I- I loved you…" It was barely spoken, a whisper in the night, muffled against his chest but he heard it.

"Pete… I'm with Lily now, she's pregnant. We… We're keeping it."

Wormtail burst into fresh tears and he hit James' chest, yelling desperately.

"Why? Why, why, why?! She doesn't deserve you. We were STILL TOGETHER when you slept with her! What did she do to you? Please! Tell me… TELL ME!" He shook James, wailing in agony and salty tears trailed down his chin.

He frowned. "Lily didn't do anything to me."

The rat animagus hiccupped slightly, abruptly stopping his crying.

"She did, the bitch did something!"

Peter's head snapped to one side and, numbly, James' realised that he had hit him. He had hit his friend, his ex-lover… What was wrong with him?

And then he realised. Lily.

Before they had had sex, before he had even wanted to have sex. Lily had given him something…

He stood muttering that he had to go and rushing off to confront his wife.

Wormtail never received an explanation and when James had finally asked him to be his secret keeper – he had had a strange gleam in his eye, for some reason 1 – he had accepted.

One and a half years later the Potters were killed.

1: Strange gleam = Imperious