Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company are wholly owned by J.K. Rowling et. al. I am making no profit from their work.

A/N: I have a sick fascination with the "Harry Potter dies and …" challenges, but my mental illness lies in other characters.

Peter Pettigrew felt the pain from the silver hand around his neck slip away as his vision filled with gray. As he braced himself for the damnation he'd earned, he heard an ethereal voice whisper in his ear:

"Would you redeem yourself?"

He wished he could nod.

"When?"

'October Thirty-first, 1981,' he thought, 'my greatest failure.'

"So mote it be."

Peter startled awake. He found himself in his rat form, following his Master towards Godric's Hollow. 'It can't be…' he thought. He watched as his Master kicked in the door, facing down James. 'No… I won't let this happen!'

"You can't face me and win, Potter. Step aside. I'm here for the boy!" Voldemort taunted, wand facing James.

"No, I won't let you!"

"Very well," Voldemort said, "Avada Keda-"

"CRUCIO!" Wormtail screamed.

Voldemort, caught completely unawares, fell screaming to the floor. Peter fired another crucio at his hated master. Still focusing on the spell, he dashed up and curb-stomped his former master's arm. He grinned as he heard Voldemort's wand arm snap like kindling.

"CRUCIO!" Wormtail screamed. "You sorry little bitch! You thought I'd be so low as to betray my friends? CRUCIO!" Peter grinned malevolently at the writhing body of Tom Riddle. "REDUCTO!" Voldemort's head exploded like a Hefty Bag™ filled with vegetable soup. "REDUCTO!" There went Voldemort's torso, spraying Voldie-bits all over the sidewalk. "BUGGER IT! CRUCIO!" Peter discovered that, even lacking a brain and upper torso, Riddle's legs twitched quite nicely. "DIFFINDO DIFFINDO DIFFINDO!" He gleefully mauled the corpse.

James stared at his friend in shock. Peter grinned back and then pointed his wand straight into the air. "MorsMaurader!"

A giant green glowing skull with a snake crawling out of its mouth appeared in the air. Seconds later a gargantuan red rat proceeded to violate the skull in ways that broke several laws, both mortal and natural. James felt a bit ill watching the display, but didn't let a little obstacle like mind-boggling nausea interfere with his mirth. He laughed until he puked, or at least laughed while he puked.

"Peter, making you the secret-keeper has got to be the best idea Sirius ever thought of," he congratulated in-between heaves.

Peter savored both the irony and his salvation.