A/N: I know that this chapter is really short, but the next one will be longer, I promise! Anywho, I hope you like it...and please review!

Choices

As Peter awoke on the morning of August first, a wave of guilt spread over him. He knew he should have gone to St. Mungo's last night, but he couldn't handle it. He couldn't bare to see the excitement on James and Lily's faces when their son was born. Ever since he had broken up with Josefine, he had found it nearly unbearable to even be around the happy couple.

But he was going to go to St. Mungo's this morning. Even though he was jealous of James, he was still his friend. Peter took a quick shower, ate breakfast, and made his way to St. Mungo's. But first he decided to stop by Diagon Alley to buy some flowers for Lily. He was looked around the flower store when a familiar voice said, "Hello, Peter,"

He turned around to see Josefine nervously looking at him. "Hi," he said.

It was a very awkward moment.

"So how have you been?" she asked.

"Good," he said before he grabbed a random bouquet of flowers and when to pay for them.

As he hurried out of the store, Josefine rushed after him. "Peter, wait!"

"What do you want?"

"I – I just want to talk to you," she said as she caught her breath, "Do you want to get a cup of coffee?" Peter knew he shouldn't...but a few minutes couldn't possibly do any harm.

"Okay,"

Once they had sat down at a café, Josefine made another attempt at conversation. "So...how's Lily doing? With the pregnancy, I mean?"

"Good...she went into labor last night,"

"So the flowers are for her?"

"Yeah...I'm on my way to see them now."

"Oh," There was another awkward silence before Josefine said, "Look Peter, I know why you broke up with me – but – I miss you," she put her hand over his. "You can't deny that we had something – hell, we were engaged! I don't see why we can't be together,"

"Josefine, you're a – "

"I know, but why should that stop us? And besides" she leaned closer and dropped her voice so low that only Peter could hear her, "your side is losing."

Peter's eyes widened. "Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. The Dark Lord is getting stronger by the day. I know that your friends have escaped him three times before, but they nearly died. What is there to gain by fighting Him?"

Josefine sat straighter and sipped her coffee, a glint of triumph in her eyes – she knew she had gotten to him. "So," she continued in her usual voice, "Did Lily have a boy last night?"

Peter just stared at her before he said, "Y–Yeah...S–Sirius sent me an owl last n–night,"

Josefine smiled into her cup. When she finished, she leaned forward again. "Whenever you're ready," she whispered as she ran her hand down his cheek, "You know where to find me," She lightly kissed his lips before she left.

000

Peter nervously entered Lily's room at St. Mungo's. He was still shaken from his encounter with Josefine, and his mind was buzzing. Could Josefine be right? He knew they were losing the war, but was it worth joining You-Know-Who? Could he offer protection that not even Dumbledore can?

Only James and Lily were there; Lily sitting in bed, James holding a bundle of blankets. There were numerous bouquets of flowers on a spare table – most of them were lilies. Peter put his flowers on the table.

"Hi, guys," he said. James and Lily looked up and smiled at Peter.

"Hi, Peter," James and Lily smiled.

"So..." said Peter as he stood next to James. "This is Harry, eh?"

"Yeah," said James. There was knocking on the door before Sirius and Remus came in. They said hello to Peter before they all gave their undivided attention to little Harry.

"Oh, Elizabeth wanted to give this to you," said Remus as he gave Lily a box covered in blue wrapping paper.

"Thanks Remus," said Lily. She opened it and held a tiny, pale green sleeper. "Aww, its adorable!"

How long Peter stood there, he wasn't sure, but he did realize something. He didn't belong here. He guessed he had always known that, but the birth of baby Harry had also brought the death of the Marauders. Look at them, all concerned about a mere child. He knew that from here on out, while their friendship would always exist, it would be nothing like it used to be. Peter knew what he had to do.

"Well, I'm going to go ahead and leave," Peter said.

"Okay," said James, "Thanks for coming,"

Peter nodded and left. Once outside of the room, he Disapparated to Josefine's house.

"Well, I need to get going too," Remus said. "Are you going home today, Lil?"

"This afternoon, yeah," Lily answered.

"Okay...I'll see you guys later,"

"Bye," James, Lily and Sirius.

"Hey, Sirius...Lily and I wanted to ask you something." said James.

"Go for it," said Sirius as he took Harry from James.

"Well, seeing as you are one of our closest friends," Lily said, "We wanted to ask you if you would be Harry's godfather,"

Sirius's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"Of course," said James. "You've been by best friend since we were eleven. Lily and I trust you our lives, and we trust you with our son's as well,"

"I would be honored," Sirius replied in an unusually serious tone.

000

Albus Dumbledore knocked on Minerva McGonagall's office door. After she granted him access, he went into her office. She looked up from her desk and said, "Albus – "

But he held up a hand to silence her. "I just need to check something very quickly," He walked over to a shelf where a large, old book that had a quill magically perched over it. Since Hogwarts was first established, this book had recorded every baby that was born with magical abilities.

Dumbledore looked at the last two entrances in the book.

Neville Longbottom – July 30, 1980

Harry James Potter – July 31, 1980

Dumbledore sighed. Of course, it couldn't have been a clear cut choice. At least this would buy them some time. Now Voldemort would have a choice to make...but which child would he choose?