"Peter, will you be our Secret Keeper?" the mousy man looked up, startled, from his glass of Firewhiskey before him.
James was smiling brightly despite the heavy question that he just asked the other man, his glasses glinting in the firelight of the magic fire that crackled happily in Lily and James's small house in Godric's Hallow, his grinning face hiding the nervousness and the wrinkle lines that all the stress had created.
"I know it's a big thing to ask you, but I wouldn't ask anyone else."
Peter blinked, his blue eyes shining slightly at the words. "M-Me? But wouldn't Sirius or Remus be a better choice? I mean, they can defend themselves better, and-"
"Wormtail, you've got to stop putting yourself down! You're an amazing wizard- you got an O easily in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures! I'm still jealous over that!" James laughed. "But you would be a prime choice because wouldn't people think of Lily and I having Sirius or Remus? But it'd be you all along! Hahaha, kind of like a prank huh?"
Peter smiled at James's enthusiasm. "A-Alright then. I'll become your Secret Keeper."
"Thanks mate!"
For Camp Potter, paintball.
I don't own Harry Potter.