AN: It's really weird writing this again. Its such a product of the times to me. When I was younger, op stories of Wrong Boy Who lived were everywhere. I was particularly obsessed with them. Its an interesting challenge to try and change such an outdated and honestly a bit cringey story to suit the type of writer I am today.

Please forgive this chapter, I need to fit a lot of exposition somewhere. Lol.


Lily grinned, watching her children play in front of their, warded, fireplace. The two young ones made honestly the cutest most entrancing baby babble that she almost wished it was possible to use her muggle camera to capture the memories. Wizarding ones are good and all, but sometimes one wants to have more than just visuals safely captured onto film. Unfortunately, it seems like despite being so young, her babies' magic is particularly visual. Or at least…Sammie's is. Sometimes the baby seemed to glow, and it had the unfortunate side affect of disrupting any video Lily had tried to record. And while Harry was much easier to deal with, it didn't seem right to only record one of her babies.

The young mother sighed, grinning ruefully. Harry's magic was so much subtler, instead of pouring out of him, it sort of leaked from his hands, making items glow and spin and dance. It certainly made things in their crib chaotic when it was time to set them down to sleep! Though honestly, the fact that her big oaf of a love seemed to always credit the magical displays to little Sammie was frustrating.

Both of her children where destined for so much. And Lily only wished she could do more to help. But being a Seer was a tiny bit more complicated than what is portrayed in movies and books. She had long since learned that even if she told a mother to keep her child close, somehow fate would still twist things around to having that child wind up lost. And the one time she tried to clearly warn Severus that he shouldn't follow James, Peter, and Sirius to the shrieking shack because she saw a vision of a growling wolf and her best friend's terrified face, she had been unable to choke out the words.

She did have to admit though, she had it loads better than Pandora's mother, who seemed to be able to tell people about her visions, but only in confusing and sometimes unhelpful riddles. Lily often had wondered if maybe Cassandra was related to her namesake in Greek mythology. That would explain why the only people who could understand and truly recognize that she was a seer was Lily (a seer herself) and Pandora (Cassandra's own daughter).

Lily sighed, this manner of thinking just bringing her back to the worry for her kids. Her vision was disjointed, even more so than usual. She saw what she is more than positive is her death, her babies glowing and pushing back the darkness, and a vison of a handsome young man, holding tightly to a beautiful woman's hand as they pushed and supported each other in a violent battle. She was cloaked in sunshine, and he was draped in the nighttime sky. These images stood out the most, but overlaying it all was the sense of love and pain and hardship.

Lily could only stare at her happy babies, and wish desperately that she had decided to follow divination instead of charms. Maybe then she would know what to do with this knowledge beyond feeling helpless.

Though, perhaps Cassandra may have some advice. There has to be some reason Lily was given this vision. And unlike when her neighbors 5-year-old son went missing or when Severus almost died, Lily will find some way to help.

Nodding, she summoned a quill and parchment and readied herself to conduct a letter to the only other Seer she knows.


In an old manor hall, more than fiftey wizards gathered, looking upon a black as tar throne on a raised diaz. The wizards and witches were cloaked in the deepest black, and the skull like ,masks shone white in the light from various flickering candels.

Peter nervously shuffled, scratching his twinging arm in the shadows of this darkened manor. He honestly couldn't believe he was doing this. Honestly, the young man had feverently wished that he could avoid as much of the war as possible. But when the headmaster asked him to do something, Peter couldn't well refuse could he? Hell, he bloody well owed than man just for Giving Remus a place at Hogwarts. Remus was Peter's first friend, the first person to stand up for stupid fat peter. The rat Animagus owed Remus everything.

So, when Dumbledore asked if Peter could act as a spy in the death eaters, who was Peter to refuse? Especially when the old man revealed that the dark would be targeting Lily and James. Targeting little Harry, the only creature in this world who depended on Peter. The young man had agreed, steeling himself from what he knew was going to be a life changing decision. A decision that would change him irrevocably.

Though he still felt that flush of shame, wondering if the headmaster had known this whole time that those slimy snakes had been secretly tormenting peter, plaguing his mind with doubts during his final year. Always, reminding peter that he was nothing, that his only value was being the bait and the scapegoat for his friends. Alecto Carrow was probably the worst at this. Her words more than Malfoy's or even her brother seemed to cut so deeply. Scarring his already timid mind. And even worse were the moments she was almost sweet, telling him that he could at least be useful to the dark. Her well maintained nails scraping through his hair and then gently puling on his sandy locks still tormented him, even two years later.

Peter swallowed down his whimper. She was on mission in Germany, and she couldn't torment him anymore. Hell, he had managed to persevere. He never forgot that even though he was not as magically gifted as his friends, he was still the closest to Remus, and the werewolf had always insisted that Peter was made of sterner stuff. And he had been instrumental once in keeping McGonagall distracted from one of their more, adventurous pranks. Peter breathed deeply, he was good at pretending that he was so timid that he would never be trusted with secrets. Good at rolling with anything and coming out somehow for the better. Out of all four of them, Peter got in trouble the least. He could do this. And if he couldn't, then he was sure Snape would be able to take care of Harry by himself.

"Greetings my faithful." The lilting timbre struck through the room, every cloaked member sliding to one knee in reference to the handsome man in front of the. A man with malevolent red eyes, and a smirk as cruel as it was captivating.

Peter couldn't do this. He shook in his cloak, fisting his hands desperately. Nothing has made being in this man's presence better. Nothing could keep Peter from shaking at the dark syrupy magic that filled the hall. He didn't even know how he's managed to survive six meetings. Survive the burning agony of such dark magic branding him, piercing his once pure white core and forever tainting him. Ever since that day, Peter had struggled to produce more than a wisp of his Patronus. And the sandy blonde man couldn't help but mourn for the small fawn. A creature that had only been a manifestation after the joy of his godson's birth.

"I have decided it was time to reward the member who has proven himself, to be one of your Lord's most" The Dark Master's voice grew hard, and piercing, causing peter to shake slightly. "Loyal of servants."

Some sort of signal must have been given because suddenly a black and blood covered lump was revealed in front of their lord's throne. The lump was whimpering, and a stark white face glowed eerily in the candlelight. Snape.

Peter clenched his fists, fingernails biting into his flesh. He had heard the rumors, but he hadn't believed them. That Severus had joined the dark. There was no way he could do that to Lily…to Remus. Did he willingly join and then turn traitor? Is he a spy from the get go? Did the headmaster know about this? Why would he have Peter join these people if Snape was alre-Right. Slithering. Peter gulped, trying to push the frustration from his mind, frustration from long since having taken advantage of the Headmaster's discrimination against the snakes, only to know have it bite him in the tail.

Because this, this wasn't good. Sever Snape was competent. He was Lily's true first choice for a god parent. Not Peter. Bloody Hell, Peter wasn't even a real first choice as a secret keeper, picked instead because he literally would be the last person anyone would expect.

Snape couldn't die here. But neither could Peter, because it would leave the Potters vulnerable. Who knew when they'd discover that their Secret Keeper was compromised?

"…consorting with mudbloods and beasts. He has disgraced us. But Lord Voldemort is merciful" Peter forced himself to pay attention to the monster on the throne, ripping his eyes from the bloodied form of the Slytherin, and shaking his fears from his mind. "Severus~, come to me." The croon was cold, devoid of even the smallest semblance of warmth. And Peter flinched as he watched Snape crawl, unable to use one leg it was so mangled, across the floor, leaving a trail of blood. He was panting by the time he had pulled himself closer to the dark lord. "Good pet. There is no reason to fight me."

"You are a useful servant. Your potions have always please your master," he stroked his hand through blood-soaked hair, "Your sexual deviancies are the only BLACK MARK." He fisted Snape's raven locks, wrenching the pained man's head backwards. "I think the best way to re-educate you is to have you remember truly how disgusting mudbloods and beasts truly are." His white fingers came together, the snap loud enough it echoed through the room.

Doors slammed against the wall, and an angrily muzzled werewolf, covered in cuts and welts, frenzied pulling against metal collar and chains was led into the hall by three wizards. Peters breath caught in his throat as the animal was led to Severus. Drool dripping into the mangled mess that was his leg.

"As I said, I am merciful." A wave of his wand and Snape's hands and face glowed red, a protection spell sinking into the man's skin. "Feel what a beast does to Wizards. Feel why they are nothing but raving animals for us to control."

Peter averted his eyed, unable to watch at the were wolf claws apart the man who was once his enemy. The ripping of flesh, and Severus's screams filled the hall. Peter wondered that the man could still feel pain from what had already been done to his body. When the creams finally stopped and a single snap had the beast once more removed peter was shaking so much, he could swear his teeth were chattering.

"Remove him and heal him. Only enough that there will be no permanent damage" Voldemort's voice was bored, uncaring. Peter really was crying now, huge tears that mad his face even more damp under his mask. He watched as Severus (he couldn't bare to call him Snape anymore) was dragged from the room. Eyes soon sightless as he relived the past half an hour.

"And now," Peter jumped, locking eyes on the real beast in the room. "Why don't we get down to business. Bring the rat."

Arms grabbed onto Peter, his mouth punched as he tried to fight, making him bite down on his tongue. He was dragged, yelping and whimpering in fright as he was roughly pushed down in front of the monster he was marked for.

"I tire of your pitiful efforts as a light spy. Let us instead make you our own personal spy. Imperio."


AN: Miss Rowling's first three books especially are not very well developed. I always wished she had given more of an explanation to what happened to Peter, as I really find it believe able that the Marauders would hang out with someone for 7 years if he really was as bad as everyone said he was. I always felt that people's knowledge that he had betrayed the potters colored their recollection of him. I am not going to lie, I wouldn't be surprised if he sold out the Potters purposefully. But I also don't think I can completely blame him. He is honestly my second favorite marauder. And yea, that may be because I love tragic characters. Sue me.