Peter Pettigrew's Perspective

They were all pulled into Dumbledore's office, one at a time. The shortest boy went first, he wasn't fat in his younger years he was just shorter. The blond straight hair he had reached his ears and then all went sideways to the right, his brown eyes swiveled around the waiting area nervously as he sat in a wooden mahogany chair that he felt like he might break with all the nervous fidgeting he was making.

"Where is James?" He said allowed as he realized that he hadn't seen him since breakfast this morning. Usually James was the one to tell them something was going on. He wasn't a know-it-all. He was the protector of the Marauders. He was the one that everyone looked up too. He had a different look on things; he was strong, positive and had an overwhelming need to be the one to save people. Peter knew that even though James was the one who loved to save people, he also had a ridiculous mischief streak that ran through his family, so when the two came together, James often ended up saving someone from a dangerous prank.

Peter kept ringing his hands together until the gargoyle called his name, and he stood, walking through the passage way to the self-moving stairs. He gently pushed open the wrought iron fencing that guarded Dumbledore's office and chills were sent down his spine as he listened to it creak and moan.

"Ah, Hello, Mister Pettigrew" Albus Dumbledore stood behind his desk, he was growing a beard of long, brown hair on his chin. Today it was pulled together with a purple bow and for some reason, Peter thought about trying that some day. However, he knew Sirius would laugh and call him a fag. He rolled his eyes and continued to walk up to the Headmaster.

"Hello, Headmaster Dumbledore" Peter whispered quietly. He was shy, he knew that, but he also knew that Dumbledore was an extremely peaceful person. Why am I here anyways? Peter asked himself. I haven't done anything wrong, he growled in his head, suddenly feeling a bit pissed.

"Peter you might want to take a seat, there's something I need to tell you about James Potter, one of your mates" Albus said/
Peter raised a brow, but took a seat in one of the randomly plush chairs that were placed in front of Dumbledore's oak desk.

"Peter, I hope you don't mind, but I have a few other appointments to get to this morning, but I will give you all the information I can" Albus paused and watched Peter give a curious nod and then continued, "Peter, earlier this morning I called your mate James Potter into my office. I had a proposition for him. I asked James if he would go on a sabbatical for me, if he would take my place in a dangerous journey in a secret location. Peter, James took this proposition and he's left to do a life-saving mission. He'll be gone for the most part of six months."

Peter's jaw dropped, "What the hell?" he growled, "He left? Without telling us all goodbye?"

Albus sighed and looked at Peter through his half-moon spectacles, "Peter I was afraid you would act like this, and so was James. But he had to leave on short notice. I promised that I would tell him goodbye for you."

"That's bullshit" Peter growled, "He could have at least said goodbye in a letter."

"Peter" Albus sighed, "You can't treat James this way he will need all the support he can receive when he comes back in March."

Peter growled, his eyes were slits and he slammed his hand down on the arm of the chair before he sighed, he knew Dumbledore was right. James was doing his job, he was protecting people. Peter didn't know how, but he knew that James would be doing a job that was going to make a difference, "Alright."

"And Peter" Albus started, "Please, don't tell the others. I promised James I would do that."

Peter nodded and then the hollow feeling in his chest rose, he couldn't believe the one person who had protected him was gone. He stood and walked out of Dumbledore's office and made his way out of the castle to the lake where he could waste away in his thoughts.