Wednesday October 28th 1981

"Wormy!" Lily cried, a delighted smile appearing on her face as she stepped back from the doorway to allow her old school friend to walk through, "Long time, no see."

"How are you?" Peter asked. He seemed distracted somehow, something Lily chose to treat with caution.

"I'm fine," She said, closing the door against the October rain, "Are you alright, Peter? You seem bothered by something."

"I just have a lot on with the Order," Peter said with a shrug. He peered down the hall with his small, watery eyes. Those eyes had always unnerved Lily.

"James just took Harry out for a little walk in his pram, he's having trouble sleeping poor thing," Lily explained.

"If James is having trouble sleeping what will a walk with a pram do?" Peter asked.

If this would have came from Sirius then Lily would have understood it to be a joke, but this was coming from the mouth of Peter Pettigrew and Lily knew that he was being deadly serious. She laughed. "I meant the baby, Wormy, not James," She said, rubbing his arm as she walked towards the kitchen.

She made them both a cup of tea and they sat around the table. Lily stared at the ring marks and stains, making a mental note to scrub them down later. Peter stared at the clock, waiting for James to arrive home. Neither of them really knew what to say to each other. When James finally did come, he came creeping in to the kitchen quietly, a finger pressed to his lips to signal that Harry was finally asleep. The he caught sight of Peter sat at the table and was instantly thrown in to panic.

"What is it? What's happened?" He demanded to know.

"Wormy just wanted to speak to you, sweetheart," Lily explained soothingly.

"Actually, it doesn't matter now. I forgot what I came for," Peter mumbled.

Lily and James stared at him. "Right..." James said slowly, calming down, "We usually have dinner in about half an hour, why don't you stay for that? Its been a while since you stayed."

"No thanks," Peter said, getting to his feet rather quickly, "I'll just go."

He left without another word, tripping in the hall in his haste to get out of the house quickly. He knocked in to a picture frame, making it fall with a clatter to the floor. Harry promptly woke with a long wail. Lily and James exchanged worried glances.