"My Lord," Peter squeaked joyously as he ran through an abandoned house hastily trying to find his master, "My Lord!" Lord Voldemort was going to be very pleased with him. He had just found out a great deal of valuable information. Lily was in love with somebody else! Peter wasn't sure why he had joined with the Dark Lord anymore. Before it had been, because he was sick of being pushed around by James, Sirius and Remus. He knew he had no real friends; Lily was the only one who was ever overly nice to him. One day, during his seventh year at Hogwarts, Peter had overheard a few Slytherin boys discussing some meeting with a wizard who promised them power and revenge on all those who deserved it. Peter followed them, but once he was in the clutches of Voldemort there was no escaping. Fear overtook Peter for over a year, but now he was used to spying on those he once and still had to call friends, and the constant screaming that filled his head was normal. Even the punishments didn't seem that bad. Voldemort was particularly interested in Peters "friends" and so Peter had become a great asset to him. His "friends," and Peter himself were involved with an organization called the Order of the Phoenix, which worked against Voldemort and his rising power. Peter had been responsible for many of the murders that had happened to members of the Order, as well as the destruction of the very famous Longbottoms. He always seemed overly interested in James Potter aswell, but Peter never questioned why, it was probably because James was the best Auror the Ministry had, and was a great threat to him. But Peter had hopped for power, so that he could stop being the follower, and become the leader for once. He was still a follower, but he didn't regret his choice. Not yet at least. "My Lord?" Peter whispered as he neared a closed door at the back of the wooden shack. Screams filled Peter's ears as he pushed the door open with his small pudgy hand. Bellatrix Lestrange was curled up on the floor smiling. The Dark Lord was standing before her in his dark robes, his wand arm outstretched. "Crucio," he muttered again, and Bellatrix's screams filled the room, but they didn't sound painful. She smiled up at him in pleasure, holding her stomach. "More," she cried. Peter gasped, she was enjoying it! How could anyone enjoy the Crucicatus curse? "Not when he is here, watching, standing at the door like and idiot," Voldemort said maliciously. Bellatrix looked up from the floor and blushed furiously, "You!" she cried. Bellatrix had always had a dislike for Peter. She was Sirius's cousin, and they'd met many times before, not only in front of the Dark Lord. Bellatrix had hated Peter since they day they'd met, when Peter had stopped by the Blacks house with James Potter. "I-I'm sorry B-bella," Peter whispered backing up through the doorway. She paced towards him, her wand ready at chest level. Peter whimpered knowing full well that he would not enjoy the Crucicatus Curse if she put it on him. "My Lord, please, I have important information for you!" Peter cried out for help as he fell to the floor. "Bella, leave him, and leave here, we can continue this after Wormtail tells me his news," Voldemort sneered, sitting down in an armchair. Bella glared at him, her once beautiful face curling up in a scowl, "I will get you Peter," she whispered to him as she touched his cheek with the tip of her wand, and as she moved it across his skin, it ripped open his flesh and blood dripped down his face. She finished with a sharp shove to the side of his head, and then left. "Get up!" Voldemort ordered. Peter winced at the pain that was searing across his cheek as he staggered to get up. "Master," Peter whispered walking in front at him. Voldemort's heartless black eyes stared up at him, "What news do you bring?" "I was at the Potters house, watching Lily," Peter smiled as he remembered how beautiful she was. "Do not think about a beautiful Mudblood in my presence!" Voldemort barked. "S-sorry Sire," Peter muttered, "Anyways, she got this call from Dumbledore, he seemed pretty angry, told her to get to his office straight away. So I figured I should follow," Peter glanced fearfully at his master, who seemed to be growing impatient, "They had a heated conversation, it involved Lily loving Sirius Black!" Voldemort looked up, "Did you say that Lily loves Sirius Black? Potter's best friend?" "Yes, yes," Peter smiled at his happy master, "And Dumbledore said something about having a secret keeper, to protect them," he whispered excitedly. "A secret keeper!" Voldemort cried, "Why this is all just falling into my hands, it's to easy! Who is there secret keeper?" "They haven't chosen one yet, but I am pretty sure that it will be Sirius. James trusts him far beyond anyone else," Peter confessed. "Ah, that's where it becomes more tricky, if we question Black he will resist, he is to strong," Voldemort sat there thinking for quite some times, while Peter ripped a piece of his robe off, to soak up the blood that covered his face. "Wormtail, my boy, I have just thought up the perfect Dumbledore proof plan!" Voldemort cried excitedly.

"James dear, could you clean the living room for me while I finish baking this cake?" Lily asked sweetly.

"Of course," he replied walking into the kitchen where she stood in front of a large bowl filled with chocolate batter.

"You are so wonderful," he whispered in his ear, before kissing her neck.

"James!" she protested pulling away, dipping her finger in the batter and rubbing it onto his face.

"Feisty one aren't you?" he laughed.

"Depends on what you consider feisty," she whispered leaning over and kissing him, "Now go!"

James grinned at his beautiful wife as she continued to stir the batter in the bowl.

"We're lucky men Harry," he said to the small child in the play pen. He walked over to him and picked him up. Harry gurgled happily and James held him close.

"The living room James," Lily said, not turning from her bowl, "Put the baby down, and go clean the living room, people are going to be here any minute!"

James smiled, finally Remus and Sirius and Peter would all be over at the same time. They were all coming over for Harry's first birthday. He strolled into the living room pulling out his wand. He muttered a cleaning spell, and things straightened themselves out immediately. James smiled, satisfied at his work, but paused when he heard the door open and close.

"Prongs?" Remus Lupin's voice called, "Oh Hello Lily, you look marvelous!"

James entered the kitchen and watched as he best friend walked across the kitchen to give Lily a hug,

"Hey get your own woman!" James laughed.

"And there's Prongs Junior!" Remus cried running over the play pen and picking Harry up. He tossed him into the air, smiling at him. "I haven't seen him for about 3 weeks! Would you look at his eyes,"

"Aren't they wonderful?" Lily smiled at Remus from across the room.

"Can I get you something to drink Moony?" James asked making his way to the fridge.

"Sure, do you have any fire whiskey?" Remus asked, moving into the living room.

Lily stooped to put the cake in the oven, and then took off her apron and followed Remus to the living room, where the pair began having a lively conversation.

Before James had finished pouring drinks, Professor Dumbledore and Mad-Eye Moody walked in.

"Hello!" James cried.

"Hello there Potter!" Moody snarled.

Moody was an Auror as well and also belonged to the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore bowed politely and took off his pointed hat.

"Please make your way to the living room," James said, "Harry is in there,"

The two men, proceeded, and the door swung open again revealing more people from the Order, including Peter.

"Peter!" James smiled, "How are you old boy?"

"Great, how's the wife?" Peter asked.

"Wonderful, she's in the living room with everyone else." James said grabbing a tray of drinks and following Peter and the other guests to the living room. He set the tray down and smiled at everyone who were talking together.

"Lily," James called, she looked up, "Where is Sirius?"

Lily's brow furrowed and she shrugged.

Sirius guided his broom down to the ground slowly. He hopped off and walked across the large lawn towards the Potters place. He stopped half way there, as pain filled his head. He grasped at his temples dropping his broom. He closed his eyes.

"I was so scared," Lily sobbed clutching onto his shoulder as her long red hair blew about them. They were on a broom, together.

"Lily," he said looking into her eyes, "Its okay, I'm here now, you are safe."

Sirius gasped, and opened his eyes again. He took a deep breath. He was okay. He picked up his broom, and laid it against the house. He entered quietly, taking in the smell of chocolate cake. Lively conversations echoed through the kitchen, from the living room. Sirius took off his coat and hung it over a chair. He walked over towards the door way. He could see James sitting on the floor talking to Moody. He saw Remus and Peter sitting beside each other talking to Lily. He paused when he saw her. Guilt began to wash over him once more. His breathing became ragged. She looked up, and caught his eye. He reached for his temples, he glanced up at her. She was laughing at something Remus had said. He closed his eyes,

"Sirius," Lily whispered huskily as he lowered his lips on her again. She reached down and slowly undid the ties on her pajamas.

"Lily!" he warned huskily, "If you do that I might not be able to stop myself,"

"I don't want you to stop," Lily whispered.

His eyes fluttered open.

'Stop!' he told his mind. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a Butterbeer.

"Padfoot is that you?" James called. Sirius closed his eyes again, feeling guilt wash over him.

"Hey!" He cried turning around and throwing a fake smile towards his best friend.

"I was beginning to think you'd never come," James said, with a grin.

"Me not come?" he laughed, "I wouldn't miss Lily's cooking if my life depended on it!"

He glanced past James through the doorway at her long red hair and sparkling green eyes.

"Remember me!" Lily cried, "Remember me as you used to,"

Sirius winced again, and touched his head.

"Padfoot are you okay?" James asked looking worried.

"Just have a bit of a headache, no need to worry," Sirius smiled opening his butter beer.

Something tugged at his mind, wanting to come out. Something wanted to be remembered. It wouldn't come to him.

"Well, come in the living room, I'm sure Lily and Harry will be pleased to see you!" James said throwing an arm around his neck and leading him into the living room. Sirius let out a sigh, as Lily looked up at him and smiled.

"Hello Sirius!" she said, but something about her eyes, and her hair, and her smile haunted him.