Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter and never will. Yea! My muse is back!

Peter Pettigrew walked down a London street at five o'clock in morning trying to clear his head. It was the six year anniversary of the day he betrayed the Potters. He looked mournfully down at his hand with the missing finger. It was also the day he got an innocent man put an Azkaban. Soft crying from behind a dumpster jolted him out of his thoughts. He turned and saw none other than Harry Potter. He looked just like James and had Lily's eyes too.

"D-don't hurt me." Said Harry as he crawled out from behind the dumpster giving Wormtail a good look at just how skinny he was. He was clad in an oversized shirt and trainers that were scuffed at the toes.

"I won't. Are you by any chance named Harry?" asked Wormtail tentavely

"Yes. How do you know me?"

"I was at the hospital when you were born."

"D-Daddy?" said Harry hopefully. Wormtails heart stopped then started going like there was no tomorrow.

"Y-Yes. I am." Said Wormtail quietly

"Daddy!" said Harry as he jumped into Wormtail's arms. What had he gotten himself into

"A-Are you h-hungry, son?" asked Wormtail. He needed sometime to get used to this

"Yes. I haven't eaten in two days." Said Harry. Peter transfigured Harry's hair from black to blonde and his eyes from green to blue. Harry squealed in delight at this.

As they entered Peter's flat he though about what James would do to him if he was still alive. He was basically going to raise James' son as his own. His mind quickly went through everything that could possibly go wrong. Most of it involved him going to Azkaban of being hunted down. He was jarred out of his thoughts by Harry tugging at his overcoat.

"Is this my home now?" asked Harry

"Yes. Well for now, then we'll live with your grandmother."

"Why did you change my hair?"

"Uhh…" Peter needed to think up a lie and quick "It was always like that. Your aunt Petunia dyed your hair black."

"Oh, ok." Said Harry. He trusted his 'dad'.

"Do you like hotcakes?" asked Wormtail suddenly

"Yes." Said Harry. Which was the truth. He had them once when Dudley didn't finish his; a rare occurrence if there ever was one.

Peter set off to the kitchen to start breakfast and Harry decided to explore. Most of the things in their house looked like they came from the Victorian ages. Some of the things were very strange. There were pictures of people on the walls that he vaguely remembered. A black haired man smiled and waved. For some reason the word Padfoot came to mind. When Harry got bored exploring he went to the kitchen and took a seat.

A/N: Not continuing 'till I get at least one review, LOL just kidding!