Luck just ran out.
Plot: Peter is running out of options. No one tells him anything the death eaters don't already know. But Lily and James's luck ran out the secend they descide to trust him.
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Peter's teeth ran across his bottom lip as they always did when he had a problem. And this problem wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Letting out a sigh he stopped scraping his teeth across his lip and for a brief moment almost decided to go to his 'friends' for help. Tell them the death eaters forced his hand and now all he wanted was for them to help him get as far away from them as he possibly could. But it was far too late in the game for him to turn back now. His loyal 'friends' would not help him long after they forced the truth out of him. Especially after all the things that happened to them because of him and how he had made them turn a suspesciose eye to poor, poor easily blamable Moony. Lord, I'm sorry Moons, I'll make that up to you one day. I don't know how, but I'll try.
How it started out with Luciose Malfoy turning his hand (so to speak) by threatening to destroy him piece by piece if he didn't give him the information he desired. It soon turned into something of a nervouse habit leaking information to the wrong side to insure that he was spared from the agony of dying in a never ending war.
But now all was lost once more. He couldn't leak information he didn't have. He couldn't tell them things they already knew. He knew they knew there was a spy in their midst and made certain that nothing important left their head quarters through brief meetings with hardly any merit left to them...
He paused his frantic pacing around the living room as he slowly concluded that if he knew nothing, he could hand over someone who the dark lord wanted dead. Someone who had just trusted him with his and his families' life. And he knew of one person who would fit the bill nicely... He swallowed looking down at his feet, he wasn't too late in the game to not care about people who were willing to die for him. Merlin Forgiven me, Prongs. I hope you understand you had this coming though. You don't cross the dark lord and expect nothing to happen to you.
fin.
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I have nothing to say about this. I guess I wrote it along time ago, I was going to throw a shit load of flash backs into it originally but I didn't think it was that bad like this. I didn't say it was good or perfect or fanfic of the year, I said not horrible? Maybe. I don't know...