May 1981

Wormtail,

I need to get out of the house-Padfoot's been here all day with one stupid theory after another…some including the implication that Remus, of all people, might be the spy-I believe his exact words were:

"If you were building a dark army, who'd be the first guy you want?

The homeless genius is who. Remus knows the Magical community will never accept him, no matter if we four do."

Went prattling on about having been able to keep us in the dark about his lycanthropy for two years, etc.

Bloody idiot.

I'm out. Meet me at the Cauldron half an hour after you get this message.

-James

You know, I hate to say this, but Remus has been in touch with Death Eaters…they say they're very persuasive when they come for you.

See you in half an hour.

-Peter

Wormtail!

I'm the newly instated zoology professor in a muggle school-I won't tell you which one, or where, lest this be intercepted by my ill wishers.

-Moony

Dear Mr. Pettigrew,

A very happy birthday to you!

Enclosed is our gift to you. We know it may seem a bit odd, but muggles keep them for defense, and we assure you, its practical in some situations. The bullets are pure silver, in case you're wondering.

We'll be interested to hear what James, Remus and Sirius are doing to celebrate your birthday.

-Your friends

Peter,

Happy birthday! You'll find your present on your desk at work.

Wish we could be with you.

-Lily, Harry and James