JeA/N: thanks again for the reviews, much appreciated! Sorry for the delay. I wanted to write an update for Christmas, but I was writing my Christmas fic instead….I know this update may not be worth the wait and I apologise…My muse for writing Peter's POV is MIA…..I do want to write more updates soon, to make up for it….

Chapter 8 part 2:

"Hey Wormtail."

Peter turned around in the corridor towards where the voice was travelling from. He saw James striding towards him, holding a piece of parchment in his hands.

"What's up James?"

James handed him the parchment, which Peter took curiously.

"Details for detention. It's tonight after class. You've been placed with Sirius, helping Waspiner in the potions lab."

Wormtail shrugged, he could think of worse punishments, he actually quite liked Waspiner.

"What are you and Moony doing?" he asked as they both made their way down to the potions lab.

James groaned, "McGonagall thought it would be amusing for Remus and me to be supervised by Evans, and even more amusing for her to choose the punishment."

Peter chuckled at the image of James having to do whatever Lily told him, "Now that would be interesting to see."

James shot him a glare, "For you maybe."

The two boys walked into the potions lab, parting to move to their assigned tables. He smiled at Benjy as he sat down. Although his friends liked Benjy and found him to be a nice enough bloke, Peter didn't like him much, not that he would ever let that known. Peter knew that he was quite adapt at hiding his opinions, so it wasn't that hard an ask.

"Hey Pettigrew," Benjy said, "Did you get a start on that Potions essay yet?"

Peter nodded, "A bit yeah, but still a bit to go."

Benjy sighed, "I can't believe how much work we have already. I guess they don't believe in easing us into our final year."

Peter nodded in agreement. The work was piling in from all their subjects. And if it wasn't for the help of his friends, there was a fair chance Peter would have still been buried in work. Least now he was able to breathe a tad.

Potions was the only class Peter felt comfortable in. Although he wasn't the best at it in the year, he was able to do the subject more easily than the others that he was studying for his NEWT's.

Waspiner swept into the classroom, her robe billowing behind her, and the white streak in her hair glowing. As usual she revealed the ingredients for the potion they had discussed earlier in the week on the board and let the class get to work.

Peter prepared their desk and cauldron, while Benjy grabbed the ingredients.

"This potion shouldn't be too tough should it?" Benjy asked, returning from the potions cupboard, his arms ladled with jars.

"No, I don't think so, just needs a bit of brewing time is all," Peter answered as he looked through the steps for making the potion.

As Peter chopped up the toad skin, he let his eyes wander across the room, eager to catch snippets of people's conversations. Peter loved knowing what was going on with people, especially his friends.

He looked over at James and Lily who appeared to be working happily. Although they weren't talking non-stop, Peter noticed how much easier they were with each other. James still caused a few surveying glances from Lily on occasion, but he was also causing her to laugh as well. And that was a rarity between the two of them. Peter sighed, he wasn't sure he liked this development though. It was hard enough sharing James with Remus and Sirius, let alone Lily as well.

He heard Sirius voice coming from just in front of them, as he said something to his partner, Olivia Semasky. Peter didn't like her. Not because she was a Slytherin, he actually admired some of the Slytherin house, but because she scared him. He always felt that she could see right through him, and Peter didn't want to be friends with anyone that could do that. Plus Sirius seemed to hate her, and that was a good enough reason in itself as well.

"You and your 'Gryffindor are superior mentality'," Olivia mumbled to Sirius, shaking her head as she threw another ingredient into the cauldron.

"It's not a mentality, it's truth. We are superior, well to the Slytherin house anyway." Sirius sniped back.

"And what makes you superior? Your cockiness? Your self righteousness? Your all holier than thou attitude? What exactly makes you so great Black?" Olivia asked, throwing an ingredient into the cauldron with each question, causing it to splash up over the sides.

Peter watched and listened intently, throwing the ingredients in himself rather carelessly.

"Lets see," Black said, drawing out the pause as if contemplating the answer. "The fact that we don't want to kill and maim all people who get in our way, is a fair enough reason I would have thought. And the fact that we can actually make up our own minds about things, rather than being told what to think, and what to believe."

"Well if that's what you think, why are you getting in my way? Do you enjoy torture or are you looking for an early death?" She replied scathingly.

Sirius studied her for a moment, regarding her threat, "You're all talk Semasky."

"Am I? Gee I thought that was for members of the Black family only. I do believe all your family are is all talk? And do you really want to find out if I am as you say?" Olivia stated, smoothly and coolly.

Peter noticed Sirius' face contort at the mention of his family, "You are right, Black's are all talk. They are ignorant and evil also. But I am no longer a Black, so you may find I am not all talk like the rest of my deluded family."

Peter watched Olivia intently. But her face gave nothing away, nothing that he could see anyway. And they went back to working silently. The anger from the two of them, causing the air to ripple with static. He loved that Sirius was able to shut her up, but jealous that he seemed completely unperturbed by her withering glances. Peter's toes curled at the sight of her.

"Oi! Pettigrew! Watch what you're doing!" Benjy called, causing him to look away from Sirius and Olivia.

He hadn't been watching what he was adding to the Potion, and it was now hissing and spitting up at him. He groaned, and went to work trying to remedy what he had done.

"Sorry Fenwick, drifted off," he mumbled.

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