I'm sure you've wondered "Where's Peter?" Well have no fear for he is finally here. I've never thought much of Peter and I kinda just…forgot about him when I started to write this so I had to fit him in somehow, right? I really hate him for what he did to James and Lily…but he is a character and at this point he's good. He wasn't very important in Slytherin Outcast even. So here ya go. I just kinda had to make something up, I know it's not true or anything but hey this is fan fiction, it doesn't matter. Sorry it's so short.

James' pov

If Dumbledore sent us a letter it must be serious. So we weren't to his office, as we were asked.

"Matt, Ang, he just asked for us, we'll see you later," Remus told them. They understood. When we got there we were surprised. More than surprised, shocked. So there's where he's been…

Remus' pov

Peter has been gone for weeks. None of us have heard from him, none of us spoke of him. As it turns out he's been in America, visiting some family. As it turns out his grandpa died.

That explains his absence.

He looked so sad, sitting in Dumbledore's office. He barely spoke. I think he was just very very sad.

Later when we left the office we all walked to the Gryffindor common room. None of us said a word. Marie walked by my side, just barely touching me. I think she was deep in thought, because she was looking out to nowhere.

"Marie?" I asked.

"Hmmm?" She didn't even look up.

"Nothing." I sighed, defeated.

That night I couldn't sleep. Something seemed wrong. What wasn't he telling us?

Peter's pov

My grandpa died and I had stayed with my family in Virginia for a couple of weeks. I didn't tell anyone, I didn't speak a word to anyone. I was sad, but I couldn't say that out loud. He was the grandparent I was most close to, we'd always have a good time when I'd visit him. His death was sudden, I didn't see it coming at all. It set me off in a way I didn't know was possible. We had only left because my mom didn't want me missing to much school so, I went back.

I knew my friends were confused by my sudden appearance and lack of telling anything, but I just couldn't. I felt emotionless and with the Slytherin's already at my throat I was stressed.

"Where have you been Pettigrew? Hiding? We have some work for you," Luscious said with a smirk, only the day after I returned. He never smiled, he smirked and he had no heart. None of them did. They already wanted me to do their dirty work, not that I wasn't more than willing for the Lord, but I wasn't in the right state of mind. I couldn't function right. They wouldn't take no for an answer, they just kept pushing me. I finally broke down. Even though I was dying on the inside they didn't care.

God help me…I was stuck and I couldn't get out of this mess.

Remus' pov

Even though everyone was pissed or confused, we decided to have a party in the room of requirements. If it was for Peter's return or whatever reason there might be to celebrate, I'm not sure what the true purpose was. Maybe it was just an escape from complicated things we couldn't make sense of. People are strange, they run away from the things they need to face. Is that a natural reaction when we're afraid or confused? It seems like it.

It was Friday night and we needed to do something fun. So that's when the firewhiskey was brought out, courtesy of the house elves. James and Sirius went to the kitchen to get it. The elves always got us whatever we wanted. They were so nice. They had run into Matt and Angela on the way back so they joined us.

This will be some night.