Peter's Betrayal
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Summery: What was Peter feeling the night the Potter's died (like that hasn't been done before)
A/N: This is my first fanfiction and I would just like to thank my friend Anne Charlotte for supporting me and motivating me to post this.
The doorbell rang and James Potter cast a nervous glance at his wife and son.
"Lily, go take Harry upstairs while I check on this," James said in what he hoped was an steady voice. Meeting his gaze, she picked Harry up and left the room, not without looking back at her husband. As James walked to the door he readied his wand and took a deep breath, reaching for the handle.
"James, open the door," Peter called while pounding his fist on the sturdy wood.
"Peter!" James said, relief evident in his voice. Swinging open the door, he escorted his friend into his house.
"Lily, you can come back now," he called jubilantly.
"Peter, how good to see you!" Lily exclaimed upon entering the living room. Since they had gone into hiding, they'd been cut off from all contact with their friends except for Peter, their Secret Keeper.
"Harry's walking now, you know," James told Peter proudly.
Lily removed Harry from her arms and placed him gently on the floor.
"Come on Harry. Show Uncle Peter what you've learned," she urged, "Walk to Uncle Peter. That's it!" she exclaimed as Harry wobbly got to his feet and half walked, half lunged toward Peter. Latching onto his leg, Harry grinned up at him.
"Peetee up!" Harry commanded, raising his slightly chubby arms to his Uncle Peter.
Peter dutifully bent down to pick up Harry and asked, "How is my favorite nephew doing? Taking good care of him James?" he joked.
James grinned while wrapping his arms around Lily and replied "He sure keeps us plenty busy."
Tickling Harry gently under the chin, Peter suddenly looked up. "I could take him for tonight if you want. You two could have some time alone, get a good nights sleep."
"I'm a little worried letting him out of my sight," Lily said honestly. "With everything that's going on, I don't want to be away from him."
"How would you like to stay with your Uncle Peetee Harry?" Peter cooed the giggling baby. "I'd take really good care of him Lily, I swear. Only for this one night." he said with a hint of desperation.
"I think Lily's right." James cut in, "Harry would be safest here with us. Plus, nothing's going to happen as long as you're our Secret Keeper."
"Right, of course," Peter stammered, "Well, I just wanted to check in with you two to see how you were doing. I best be off now."
"It was great to see you Peter," Lily said earnestly.
"Peetee go bye bye," Harry said while waving his hand.
"I'll walk you to the door," James said, slapping him lightly on the back.
Reaching the door, Peter suddenly turned around.
"James, do you remember that day during our sixth year and you stood up for me in front of Malfoy, even though he landed you in the hospital wing?" he asked.
"Yeah..." James replied.
"I, I just wanted to thank you. I'm sorry I was never able to do the same," he blurted out as he quickly exited the Potter house.
Closing the door, James headed back to his family when he heard a blast from the front hall.
"Oh, Peter," he thought sadly before yelling, "Lily! He's here, take Harry and run!"
Taking his wand from his robe, James Potter turned to find Lord Voldemort standing where Peter had just stood moments ago.