Chapter Two: Enter Peter...and exit Peter

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Remus, it turned out, could beat anyone at Exploding Snap, including James, the best Exploding Snap player in the Potter household. As Remus won his twentieth game, James stood up.

"Where are you going?" asked Lily as she scanned her Potions textbook, none of it making sense.

"To find the trolley. Oh and, Lily?"

"Yep."

"You may want to hold that the other way round."

Sheepishly, Lily turned her book round the other way and Sirius barked in laughter.

***

"I'm sorry, we are all out of Pumpkin Pasties," said the lady on the trolley to Peter Pettigrew.

"Oh man," he whined.

James came up behind him. "Ten Chocolate Frogs and six Pumpkin Pasties, please," he said.

The lady smiled and handed him the food. "There you are, dear."

"I thought you were out!" exclaimed Peter.

"Well, we are now," said the lady. "Here's your change. Have a nice ride. Goodbye." She went off.

"C-could I have one?" asked Peter.

"Maybe," said James. "Are you a Slytherin?"

"N-n-n-no," said Peter. "I hate Slytherins."

James frowned; there was something fishy about this boy. "Alright. Come back and sit with us."

He led the way and Peter followed.

Step one of plan, complete, he thought as James took him back to his compartment. And sitting there was the Mudblood, that Evans girl. And Peter could tell by the look on her face she remembered him

Uh-oh.

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"Sirius," whispered Lily. "That's one of them Slytherins. Get him out of here, please."

"Of course," Sirius whispered back. Louder he said, "So, are you a Slytherin?"

"Um...um...no?"

"Sounds like a question that doesn't need answering with a question to me," cut in Remus.

"Are you a Slytherin?" asked James, blocking the exit. "And did you make fun of Lily?"

Peter could see no other way for it: he had to tell the truth. "I'm not a Slytherin yet, but I want to be. It's the best house. Yes, I made fun of the Mudblood."

"Well," snarled James. "I think that it's time for you to learn what happens when you mess around with our friend."