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A/N: Sorry its been a bit since I updated. Real life sort of crept up on me. Thank you to everyone who favourited, followed and reviewed my story so far. You guys keep me writing and i really appreciate it!

Chapter 22

19th August 1980

Peter Pettigrew opened the door of the flat he shared with Remus and Sirius. He had not seen them for over a month. HIs mother had recovered from her cold months ago, but he had made it sound much more serious when he was making his excuses to his flat mates. It had provided him with a convenient excuse. It had been the truth that he had gone home to help her while she was ill, but while she was there his father had introduced him to some people. Influential people who promised his family safety. Followers of the Dark Lord, but they didn't seem so bad.

The death toll of Order members was rising rapidly, and he was sick of trying to think up reasons why it should be someone else, not him who went on the missions Dumbledore demanded. So the promise of protection in exchange for harmless information seemed too good to be true. Peter soon found that he was invited to meetings. He was revered for being a spy and he revelled in the attention it brought him. He finally had influence because of himself, and not because of who his friends are. Of course he couldn't tell anyone, but he quite enjoyed holding all the cards for once.

The flat was empty he realised. Sirius and Remus would be back soon, he would have to have his story straight. He dragged his trunk behind him as he made his way to his room. He opened his bedroom door and walk inside, wrinkling his nose at the musty smell. The flat smelt a bit stale, he would have to say something to the guys about cleaning a bit more. He dumped his trunk in the corner of his room and made his way back to the kitchen.

A tapping at the window alerted him to an owl. Sighing he made his way over and let the bird in. His recent surge in mail was a disturbing trend. Sure enough, the owl was carrying a small parcel. He gingerly opened the package after he had ushered the owl back out of the window. It was another one he knew it. Yes! Another one, that made six in the last week.

Peter wondered what on earth was going on. It was making him nervous. Why would someone send his mouse traps. There was never any information, and he didn't recognise the owls that had delivered them, they were always different. Perhaps it was some elaborate prank Prongs or Sirius was playing on him. He didn't think so, and he didn't get it if it was. The traps were dangerous, that was why he had decided to move back to the flat. His mother had noticed the traps he had been sent over the last week and had decided to set them. She was convinced that they had a rat. Technically they did! But sneaking out of the house in his animagus form was the only way he had been able to attend the meetings with his new friends. His mother didn't approve, he knew. So what she didn't know didn't hurt her. But the mouse traps she was insisting on using were making his life difficult. Maybe he would ask Remus about it whenever he got home.

Taking advantage of the empty flat, Peter decided to do some snooping, Sirius usually kept a spare pack of fags under his mattress and Remus always had chocolate stashed somewhere in his room. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Making his way to Sirius's room, he opened the door. The room was unusually neat. Normally there was clothing strewn across the floor, but now, aside from the unmade bed, there was no sign of anything at all. Strange. He lifted up the mattress at the top left hand corner, and for the first time since he had lived there, the space under the mattress was empty. Not an empty packet, there was nothing there. Out of the corner of his eye he notice the dresser in the corner was void of the usual bottles and potions that normally resided there. Maybe he had gone away? Curious, he made his way over, and opened the top drawer. Nothing. Second draw nothing. Bottom draw. Nothing. Sirius wasn't here. His stuff was all gone. What the hell was going on?

Rushing into Remus's room he ran straight to his dresser and threw open the first drawer. It was empty. They were both gone? Maybe they were on a mission? Normally they told him when they were going away. And why would they both take everything. Something wasn't right here, he was sure.

He heard another owl tapping at the window. With another package. It was another mouse trap. His anxiety was starting to build. Something was definitely not right here. Did they know? Had they got wind of his defection, of his spying? Surely not. He was careful he only ever gave the dark lord information about meetings he had not attended. He only ever shared information he should have had no way of knowing.

He couldn't think of it now. Besides, he thought to himself, they couldn't know. They would have told Dumbledore if they suspected. Remus especially. He had received a letter from Dumbledore only this morning informing him of an emergency meeting. If he was suspected as a spy, he would never be informed. Obviously he had replied saying he was sorry, but his mother was just too sick to leave alone. Momentarily he thought about not going. If they did suspect him, surely they would be looking out for him?

Deciding that he would go anyway but be careful not to be seen, he left the flat and apperated to Hogsmead and transformed into his animagus form for the rest of the journey. The he arrived the meeting was already underway, he creeped under a small sideboard and laid down listening for anything he could pass on.

A/N: Let me know what you thought of this chapter. If you enjoyed it, if you hated it. I don't like Peter so this was hard to write :( but he will get whats coming to him. Next update might be before christmas but i am going away so i am not sure how much time i will have to write, it will be up before new year though. Merry Christmas everyone :)