A/N: This second story is about what was going through Peter's head the on the night it all went down! Hope you like it and let me know if you have any notes! You can find the story on my tumblr as well: stagdoewolfdog :)

Peter's heart was thumping wildly in his chest, his mouth was dry and he had already thrown up twice. In the back of his mind he wandered if he'd ever be free of it; free of fear. Hands shaking, he rushed about his little apartment, grabbing essentials and stuffing them in his bag, swearing to himself every time his wand slipped out of his sweaty hands.

He needed to move quickly, he knew Sirius would be arriving soon to check on him and see if he was safe. "… If his friend was safe" said a withering voice in his head. His legs gave and he forgot how to breathe - what had he done? James, Lily, little baby Harry with his big, innocent, green eyes and his chubby little hands that always reached up to grab his hair. Beads of sweat streamed down his forehead and into his eyes, nearly blinding him.

Oh Merlin, Merlin…What had he done? James who had protected him, James who had trusted him, who had been his friend for nearly a decade. Lily, sweet Lily, who was always immensely kind and little Harry with whom he had played peek-a-boo. The Dark Lord will kill them, he was sure of it, this was one encounter the great James and Lily Potter will not survive. "You can still save them, undo this" said another pleading, urgent voice. He would have to hurry, it was nearly time; he would apparate to Godric's Hollow and warn them, tell them what he's done. They would have time then to run, find sanctuary elsewhere.

"And the Dark Lord will kill you for it".

Fear consumed him again. No… no, he must run.

He heard the roar of a motorbike soar through the open window. Sirius. He could feel the bile rise up his throat again, he tried to apparate but his body trembled uncontrollably and his mind was reeling. With a moan of despair he struck his forehead with his palm several times trying to force his mind to concentrate on his destination. Sirius cannot find him here, Peter will not be able to lie to him, the moment he walks through that door and sees him, Sirius will know what he's done and there will be no forgiveness. He knew it like he knew his name was Peter Pettigrew; Sirius Black will strike him dead where he stood.

He heard the lock click, the sound seemed to jolt his body into action and he ran, ran for the back door and out into the dark, windy night… the Dark Lord was his only protection now. Through the thudding of his own heart he heard the town clock strike 8 O' clock, and he knew that the Potter's were dead.

Peter was hurrying through a Muggle street, he wasn't entirely sure where he was but the street looked familiar which only served to increase his anxiety. If the street looked familiar then it'll be easier for Sirius to hunt Peter down and Peter was sure Sirius was looking for him. If he was frightened before it was nothing compared to how he felt now. Lily and James were dead, the Death Eaters, who had cornered him half an hour ago outside the Malfoy Manor where he had been lurking, had confirmed it. Lily and James were dead… but so was the Dark Lord. He couldn't believe it, The Dark Lord? Dead? There was blood still trickling down his face from the nasty cut left by Lucius' wand. He had begged them to believe him, he had not sent the Dark Lord to his end. It must have been Dumbledore! Or the child! The child must possess some dark magic of his own. This was not his doing, they had to believe this was not his doing! And they had to help him. Sirius Black and the Order of the Phoenix were surely after him for his betrayal, they had to help him hide.

No amount of imploring and pleading convinced them of his innocence, so he had transformed and run. He knew they would not chase him far, they needed to plan their own escape from the Ministry's clutches. The Death Eaters were the least of his problems right now. He must first find refuge from The Order, and most of all from Sirius, who will surely kill him. First he must hide from them...and then from the Death Eaters. He pushed past muggles blindly and reaching a forked junction, turned left into the small, nearly empty street. He was almost at another turn when he heard the low, sickening, growl. With a shriek of terror he turned around to see Him standing a few feet behind.

Sirius Black looked positively mad. His whole body was covered in mud and dust, his grey shirt was bloodied from a nasty cut on his right shoulder, his long hair, a black, knotted mess, fell around his tear-stained face, his mouth was twisted in a demented grin, his teeth were barred and blood stained, and his body was shaking in violent rage. And his eyes… His eyes were red, and filled with something he had never seen before and empty of all things they once used to hold.

Peter had faced the Dark Lord, he had looked into his snake like eyes, and seen the perversion, the maliciousness, the evil that they contained. He had thought to himself that nothing could be more terrifying, his fear had mounted when the Dark Lord, as though in response to this particular thought, had smiled. Sirius' eyes were different, they contained nothing and everything; they were unhinged, a maelstrom of hysteria, of unconstrained rage and an unquenchable thirst for blood. Peter stumbled back, terror unlike any he ever felt surging through every cell in his body.

Sirius laughed, a malevolent bark that chilled Peter to his core, "Hello, old friend." He growled.

"S-Sirius…" he stuttered, backing away, towards the turn ahead. His eyes were whizzing everywhere; he needed a plan. His hand inched into his back pocket, reaching for his wand. Sirius was advancing on him, snarling, he made none of his usual quips, the ones Peter had heard him utter several times as he fought off Death Eaters. Peter began to feel the slimy, cold hands of Death paw at his heart.

Death… uncharacteristically, an idea struck him. He looked around at the muggles who had stopped in their tracks to stare, his hand tightened around his wand, he needed to be ready; he needed to be quicker than Sirius when the time came.

"What did you do Sirius? How could you?! You sold them to Him! James and Lily! You sold them to the Dark Lord didn't you? They were your friends, your friends! You killed them! Lily and James are dead because of you! You, Sirius!"

Sirius' eyes widened, his body convulsed in anger, he bellowed like a wounded bull and his shaking hand took aim…

"Ava—"

No… Peter pointed his wand at the street and screamed the spell that lay ready at the tip of his tongue, the ground beneath him exploded, his head swam and his ears rung. The buildings and street around them were collapsing, he couldn't see anything through the dust and smoke. He needed to hurry, while everyone was distracted. He pointed his wand at his hand and muttered the slicing spell. Before the pain had time to spread he shifted to his animagus form and ran through the broken street, navigating through the fallen rubble and the harried feet of panicked muggles. He ran as fast as his rat legs could carry him, as fast as he could away from the deranged laughter that echoed through the air, louder and more terrifying than the screams of muggles or the silence of the dead.