A/N: Hi! Sorry about his but That certain 'person' will not fall into their time for a while! I just want to jump back and forth between times some more so they get more of Harry and other peoples history and facts. So it may be a couple more chapters or so. There are also hints to more of the story that will be revealed about Harry, and crew. JUST READ!

Thanks to my lovely reviewers again! I hope that chapter was longer…im not sure how long this chapter will be though, hopefully longer. Anyways I know that the conversations aren't exactly how they happened in the book but I added some stuff-still he same idea juts there's more too it.

Disclaimer: this is getting really annoying…

Chapter 8: Peter's Betrayal

James and crew stared at the scene before them. What the heck did Harry mean? One thing was obvious…His son was just as mysterious and secretive then Dumbledore. If not more. The look in their eyes though was scary, so many emotions stirred around them. And those eyes. James also noticed that Dumbledore's eyes and Snapes where also in colour now…the shapes seemed to be more solid too. He didn't know what was happening but apparently neither did anybody else.

"Man, if I ever get out of here im going to write a book" Sirius proclaimed. The group looked at him in shock. Sirius writing a book?!

"Oh ya, and what book would that be?" Remus questioned.

"101 ways to get Snape's knickers in a twist"

James scrunched up his nose. "Awww Siri! That's really an image I could have gone without!"

"Me too!" lily squeaked "and next time you decide to indulge us with images- think first!"

Sirius raised a brow "but its no fun if it's not scary! But I do agree that a bit too harsh of a title…how about…"

"How about 101 ways to get Sirius Orion Black to shut up!" Remus suggested huffily.

Sirius either heard and ignored that comment or didn't bother listening "oh I got it! 101 ways to piss off a steaming werewolf"

Remus growled "why you little…" Without another word he pounced on Sirius and tackled him to the ground, James and lily watching from afar.

"I wonder when they will ever grow up"

James shot an amused glance at Lily "This is also Remus were talking about…But Sirius is a whole new ballgame"

"You know muggle phrases?"

"That was a muggle phrase? I heard Snivelus use it though…"

Peter scrapped through the tough underbrush in Hogsmead, or more like behind the shrieking shack. Catalina was the perfect excuse to leave, the stupid prats. Of course Catalina really did exist and she was his girlfriend, but he wasn't meeting with her that day.

Oh no.

He had more important stuff to do…

Climbing over a rather prickly bush (he had gained quite a few slivers and scratches) He almost reached his destination.

Just a little bit further.

Finally he reached the clearing in the woods, one look at the heavily cloaked figures there and he shivered. Was he doing the right thing?

"Come Wormtail"

The voice was cold, sudden and commanding. Peter was frightened. And how did he know his nickname?

"I know more about you then you think"

Did he just read his mind? Peter's heart began to race faster, was he reading them right now?

"Legilimency isn't reading somebody's mind," growled the voice. "Now come! Crucio!"

Before wormtail cold move the yellow light zoomed at him and hit him square in the chest. Breathing became difficult as the spell worked its magic. Pain like hot white knives pierced through his skin, ripping, and tearing his insides…

As soon as it started it stopped. Peter was left on the ground shivering and scared.

"Lord Voldemort doesn't Wait for people to decide when it's the right time to move, when I say move you move" a hood was pulled down to reveal crimson eyes staring pitifully at Peter. "Now I shall ask you once more, come"

Peter wasted no time this time in scrambling toward the towering figure of Lord Voldemort. The dark lord had to hide a smirk. The stupid git had no idea what he was getting himself into.

"hold out you're arm, Once you're in there's no going back" Peter nodded and held out his arm, even if he wanted to leave now he had a feeling he wouldn't make it.

Voldemort put a long spindly finger on his left forearm and Peter felt a whit hot pain building up, the last thing he remembered before passing out was screaming aloud, and a pair of bright crimson eyes boring into his…