A/N - I wrote this rather fast...I thought I had creative juices...but they got stuffed up...so, this is what I have at the moment for the next part (a little filler, not really to important, the next part will be, though...) so, I'll probably edit it to be better eventually, but I wanted to get something up...this is so dead! It makes me sad ;;. Anyway, I'll stop ranting and let you read now...

Peter stood aside and watched from within the rotting walls of the Shrieking Shack. He watched Sirius, taking the form of a large, black dog, and James as a brilliant stag as they fought against their dearest friend- their dearest friend who now took the form of a vile, vicious beast – a werewolf. Yet, as he stared at the struggle, his thoughts were nowhere near his friends, or the Shrieking Shack.Peter! We can't marry…

Tears stung his eyes. He had to talk to her, he had to explain, and get her back before it was too late. What was he doing here! He could do nothing…he was too small…he could slip out, unnoticed, get back before the boats left to take students to the train station. He could – just to see her…hold her in his arms, tells her he was sorry. She would take him back, and they would work something out.

A snarl snapped Peter from his daydream, and he looked up to see Sirius out of his dog animagus, glaring at Peter.

"Damn it, stop being useless Peter! Start helping out or someone is going to get –

A large snarl and a cracking noise brought both of their focuses toward the remaining two figures. The werewolf had caught James's animagus form under the breast and, with the hideous crack, then effortlessly hurled him at the opposite wall. The large black dog, back again, charged – startling Peter slightly – at the werewolf now towering threateningly over his helpless friend.

With a bounding leap, Sirius caught the beast at the shoulders and pinned him down, causing the creature's head to smack on the wooden floorboards under it and render it unconscious. It had always been their last resort.

Peter scurried over to the stag's side, forming back into himself, at the same time seeing the stag melting into its original human form, crumpled and defeated on the floor. Peter bit his lip at the sight; he saw the blood and turned his head away. Sirius, making sure the unconscious Remus was tightly secured by binding spells, crawled over.

"Stop being such a sissy, Wormtail! We've got to get him help!"

Peter turned his head back and stared at the hideous gash left by the werewolf's claws, leading down to show off even a bit of white at one part, and at another the white of James' rib was jutting clear out from the wound. The force of the blow had cleanly snapped the bone as well as tearing the flesh. Peter looked up at Sirius, speaking in a voice so unlike his own.

"Find some cloth in this house to stop the bleeding, then…"

In an instant, Peter was once again a rat, scurrying along the dusty floor back to the passageway that led to the school. Yet, as he hurried to go find James some help, his mind only held one thought.

James may be dying…he'd be letting Lily down…he would lose her…I can't lose her! I must go to Adela!

As he reached Hogwarts grounds and dodged the Whomping Willow, he found the sun was now coming up, and instead of making a path toward the castle, Peter headed toward the lake. Instead of heading toward the hospital wing to warn someone of his friend's predicament, to save his friend, he headed toward the train station to try and save another.