What If They Lived?

SMACK! Peter Pettigrew squashed the heck out of mosquito (read: he killed the critter if you are speaking proper English) as he took out a set of files and began writing a report for the Order of the Phoenix.

Brushing the now dead and very flat mosquito of the oaken burn-stained table, Peter thought to himself, Why the hell did I agree to be a spy for the Order?

Sigh…just a few days ago he agreed to be secret keeper for James and his family. Now he was scared. Very scared. What if Sirius's plans had backfired and Voldemort tortured the shit out of him? Not that he was afraid of the pain, of course; after all, pain came on a platter with cherries on top everyday when you were a deatheater. No, he was afraid he would not be able to take the torture and crack, revealing James' location to Voldemort.

Damn it.

Where's Sirius and Remus when you need them? Stupid buggers.

Sirius sighed. He hoped he made the right choice, making Peter the Secret Keeper for James and Lily. Somehow, something didn't feel right. He went out into front porch.

Sirius the Star was shining especially bright tonight. The moon shone a gleaming white, just a sliver obscured a otherwise full moon. Remus would not be reachable tonight. But when it comes to it, would I trust Remus enough to tell him all that I have done?

Waving aside his doubts at his werewolf friend's loyalty, Sirius leapt upon his beloved bike, not properly ridden since the he had been inducted into the Order, although he most religiously kept it in tip-top condition.

The Muggles next door barely heard the roar the steel beast gave at its joy in finally being put to good use. The karaoke kept blasting, and by the time the song ended the sound was long gone.

Peter heard the crash of his flat's door collapsing and jolted awake. Shit! He reached for his wand in the unending darkness of his flat, knowing that it would be futile.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, Peter caught a glint of light at the end of his bed. Making a mad grab for it, the moment is fingers felt the cool mahogany he whispered "lumos".

No sense in letting them know he knew they were here.

The beam of light was pretty useless if he couldn't see anything beyond the field of light, so he whispered again, "lumos maxima".

The narrow and near-blistering beam of light suddenly widened and dimmed, only for poor Peter to see a hooded mask right at the end of his room.He gripped his wand tightly.

This was not going to be pretty. Not pretty at all.

Sirius hovered in front of Peter's flat. Seeing the door was blasted away with a full force Reductor curse, he raced into the flat, seeing the mess and numerous holes in the sofa and on the table still sizzling. Son of a Bitch!

Well, at least we know he didn't go down with out a fight. Damn it.

James was still having his breakfast on his front porch at his house when the fireplace glowed green and Dumbledore's head poked through. Oh great, now what. What does a guy have to do to get a good breakfast down here!

"James, get Lily and Harry and get through to Hogwarts now," Dumbledore said. This was the first time James had seen the old wizard look worried, every single line on his suddenly weary face becoming more pronounced in the bright emerald green of the floo-ed fire. "I have no time to explain, James get over here and I'll fill you in."

Rewritten! R&R! i might continue with this fic after this, or i might go on with mi other fic, so dun expect too much ppl!