A/N- Wow! I actually got this chapter up pretty fast! Thanks for the reviews but please review every single chapter. Constructive criticism allowed. Well, here we go Chapter 4! Woot woot!

Disclaimer: Again, in this chapter, I don't own any of the original Harry Potter characters. But, I do own two of the Death Eaters, who are Elizabeth Laurie and Sam Robertson. Everything else belongs to wonderful J.K. Rowling! If I did own all of the characters, do you think I would be writing this disclaimer?

Chapter 4: The Second Pensieve: Peter Pettigrew

Darkness surrounded Harry again. He felt slightly sick as he twisted and turned. But soon Harry landed in his destination: a small, dark room with twelve people dressed in dark cloaks. Another whoosh sent Harry flying next to one of the cloaked people.

The person removed his hood. It was Peter Pettigrew, the man who betrayed Harry's parents. Another surge of anger filled Harry's heart. He could feel his face turning red. He didn't want to be standing there next to that man, and yet he wanted to know Peter's memory.

Harry heard a small noise emitting from Peter's mouth. It sounded like a voice, and Harry had to shut out the rest of the murmuring to hear what he was saying.

"Lily, she belongs with me, not that fool James. Their child is a threat to the Dark Lord, don't they realize? They knew before that boy was born that he would defeat my master. But did they listen? Did they give in? No. I want Lily, and I shall have her!" Peter whispered.

Harry was boiling mad by now. Peter never liked his father; he had never liked Harry. The only thing that man cared about was pleasing Lord Voldemort! And he wanted Lily. Didn't he realize that by betraying his parents, he would be killing not just James, but Lily herself?

Suddenly, the room became cold. A soft wind spiraled around the twelve cloaked people and Harry. The line of people seperated down the middle, six on one side and six on the other. A thirteenth tall, cloaked man with his wand outstretched passed through the gap and stood before the people. Harry could see bright red eyes glowing from beneath hood.

Voldemort... Harry thought with hatred. Then something clicked in his mind. These twelve people, including Peter, were Death Eaters, the followers of Voldemort. This was Peter's memory. Based on what Peter had whispered earlier, he was about to betray James and Lily. Was this the night his parents were killed? Harry swallowed. It was bad enough hearing his mother scream whenever a dementor was near. Could he survive watching the two deaths unfold before his eyes?

Voldemort pointed his wand at the ground and muttered a spell Harry could not hear. Suddenly, Voldemort shot up into the air and hovered three feet above the ground. He spoke in a hoarse voice, just as Harry remembered from the many encounters he had with the man.

"The prophecy has been heard. I have called you, my followers, to me. I must kill the child the prophecy speaks of, for that child is a threat to my power. He is the son of James and Lily Potter. They are the people the prophecy also tells of. He was born as the seventh month died. His parents have thrice defied me and my ways. That child must die, and he must die tonight. We must find where he is hiding, and finish him off, his parents as well, once and for all so I may reign forever." Voldemort told his followers.

Peter stepped forward and squeaked something. Harry strained his ears to hear, yet still it was just a noise to him.

"Come fort, Pettigrew, and speak to your master." Voldemort stretched a pale hand towards Peter. The man obeyed and walked in front of his master, then kneeled and bowed his head.

"I know of the child. I know where he is hiding. I despise his father. His mother belongs with me." Peter said with a very strong voice that Harry had never heard before. Voldemort removed his hood, revealing a pale face with an evil smile stretched from ear to ear.

"Tell me where the child is being hidden and we shall talk about the other deaths." Voldemort called Peter nearer to him.

"James and Lily are living in a Muggle villiage of Godric's Hollow. They have the child with them. Kill the child. His name is Harry. Kill James. He is a good for nothing slob. Lily deserves better. Lily deserves me. Lily does not deserve to die. I love her." Peter said. Harry was very angry again.

"I know nothing of love, Pettigrew. But I shall spare the woman if she does not get into my way." Voldemort said, though not in a very kind voice. Peter let out a small sigh. He stood up and returned to his place beside Harry.

"Laurie, does Pettigrew speak the truth?" Another Death Eater broke the line and removed her hood. Her name was Elizabeth Laurie. Harry had seen her in the Daily Prophet countless times.

"Yes, Master. Godric's Hollow is where the child resides. I will follow you and help you destroy the boy." The woman said, looking at the ground. Then she went back into the line.

"Yes, Elizabeth, I shall take you and Robertson. You are very loyal. Pettigrew, you are coming as well. Let us kill the child tonight." Voldemort announced. The three people walked forward and stood behind Voldemort. Then the three departed by Disapparation and the room become dark.

Harry was twirling again. Next, he landed hard in the middle of a street. It looked like a Muggle street to him. To his left was a house with all of the lights on. He saw a cloaked figure break down the door and enter the house. Harry winced. It was his parents house.

He saw shadows in the window. A man shouted "Lily, take Harry and run!" It was James. Then Voldemort laughed cruelly and shouted "Avada Kedavra!" and one of the shadows fell to the ground. My father is dead. Harry thought. He felt tears welling behind his eyes.

The a second scream came from the house. It was Lily. Harry watched another shadow fall. Then another shout. It wasn't from himself as a baby. It was Voldemort. He saw Voldemort exit the house as a heap of nothing. Then he disappeared.

A commotion made Harry turn his head to the right. On the other side of the street, he saw Peter and his godfather, Sirius, shouting at each other.

"You killed them, you traitor! You killed my best friends!" Sirius shouted. He was madder than Harry ever remembered him.

"What would you have done? The Dark Lord favors me!" Peter shouted. By now thirteen Muggles had gathered in the street to watch the two men fight. They did not know that the two men were wizards.

"I'll kill you!" Sirius screamed. But before his could reach for his wand, Peter shouted a spell Harry did not now. But the next thing he knew, the thirteen Muggles on the street had dropped dead in their places.

Peter changed himself into a rat and scurried away. "Get back here you coward!" Sirius shouted. He sat down on the street and started to cry, his head in his hands. Harry felt like crying, too.

Then everything became foggy. Harry felt that oh so familiar feeling of flying backwards. In the next five seconds he was sitting on the floor of the Room of Requirement. He felt tears running down his face, and he quickly wiped them away.

So it was true. Peter loved Harry's mother and wanted nothing more than to see Harry and his father dead. But he had forgotten what Voldemort had said. "I will spare her if she does not get in my way." Lily refused to let Voldemort kill Harry, so she died, all because of Peter Pettigrew.

Harry got up quickly and calmed himself down. He still had three pensieves to go. He walked to the third table, leaned in, and began yet another journey into someone else's memories...

A/N- There it is, the fourth chapter of my story! Wow, you guys seem to like my stories! This chapter came out really fast, didn't it? So, you know what to do, REVIEW AND REVIEW AND REVIEW until your fingers hurt from typing so many good(hopefully) reviews! The more reviews, the faster I will get the chapters out!