11th July 1977

It's past midnight, I've just been downstairs to get a glass of water. The hall was bathed in darkness, except for a single strip on the floor that was lit up from the light in the kitchen. Andromeda was sat on the kitchen side, long legs dangling, a glass in her hand. She looked at me. "Can't sleep either?" She asked.

"I just wanted some water," I croaked. We'd all spent the day lounging in bed dying, so it was no wonder we couldn't sleep now. Andromeda shifted over so I could get in to the cupboard to fetch a glass.

"I still can't get over last night," Andromeda said, "Who knew Remmy had such a swift right hook?" She grinned.

"He likes to surprise people every now and then," I explained. I filled my glass up from the tap and gulped noisily as if I'd just spent a whole year in the Sahara.

"Ava's really smitten," Andromeda went on.

"I know. It's a shame though, because it'll never work," I said.

"It could," Andromeda shrugged.

"He's a wizard, Andy. A wizard with quite a hairy problem," I pointed out.

"Oh well. Summer flings and all that," Andromeda waved her hands airily.

We went silent for a few minutes. Andromeda has always been my favourite cousin. Even as children, we were the rebels of the family. The ones who got the most eye rolls and disapproving tuts at every family function. She has two sisters, but I can't stand them. Bellatrix is an absolute psycho, I remember arguing with her at a Black Birthday party a few years back and she attempted to throw the Cruciatus curse at me. I hit her back with a repelling jinx so strong it almost blew her tatty hair off. There isn't much to say about Narcissa, she's very reserved but still quite opinionated. She's a snob though.

"Is everything all right with Peter?" Andromeda asked me suddenly.

"I think so. Peter's just Peter. Why do you ask?" I said, taking a sip of my water again.

"He just doesn't seem the same. He's been very quiet, almost like he's not really with us," Andromeda said, sounding troubled, "And the other night I caught him sending an owl at three in the morning. Who sends an owl at three in the morning?"

"What were you doing up at three in the morning?" I questioned.

"Sirius I'm being serious!" Andromeda snapped.

"I believe we both are," I replied solemnly.

Andromeda gave me one of her death glares, then carried on, "He looked all flustered when I asked him what he was doing. He said he was writing to his mum. It was obvious he hadn't wanted to be caught, even more obvious that he was lying," Andromeda tutted.

"I wouldn't worry too much," I shrugged, "It's just Peter."

"Sirius you need to stop treating him like an idiot!" Andromeda cried, surprising me, "There's more to him then he lets on. You need to be careful." She looked uncharacteristically troubled.

"All right," I said finally, "I'll keep an eye on him."

I poured the remainder of my water down the sink and rinsed out my glass. Winking at Andromeda, I turned to go back to bed. Somehow I doubted I would be getting much sleep.

"Don't be an idiot Sirius," Andromeda called quietly as I made my way back down the hall.

Harry felt sick. He realised that this must be the turning point, the moment when Pettigrew decided to sell his soul to the Dark Lord. How old were they all again, eighteen? And his parents had died at twenty one... That meant Pettigrew had been sneaking around, betraying them for three whole years before finally seeing to it that they were destroyed. Harry felt wrong for thinking it, but how could his parents have been so blind? He was almost angry at them.

Then he realised that he was acting how Sirius had acted: underestimating Pettigrew when he had obviously been cleverer than anyone had given him credit for. Andromeda had been right. She had sensed something was up before anyone else. Did she feel guilty now, Harry wondered, wishing that she had done more to make everyone see Pettigrew's true ways?

After thinking this Harry realised that Andromeda was coming over to the Burrow that day. Harry was going to look after Teddy for a few hours whilst she went to see a friend. Harry cheered up a bit at this thought. He loved spending time with Teddy. He was a remarkably bright baby, and Harry knew that Lupin and Tonks would be immensely proud of him.

When Andromeda finally turned up Harry saw that today his Godson's hair was bright red. "You'll fit in here," Harry grinned as Andromeda passed Teddy over.

She smiled. "How are you?" She asked.

"Fine, thanks," Harry paused, then added, "I got sent a bit of Sirius's old journal the other day. The part where he writes about his summer. You're in it."

"Oh!" Andromeda gasped, "I remember now. Merlin, what must you think of me?" Andromeda laughed.

Harry smiled. Then hesitantly he said, "I'm up to the bit where you warned Sirius about Pettrigrew."

Andromeda sighed. "I was right too, wasn't I?" She muttered, smoothing down Teddy's hair.

"I can send it to you after I've done reading it, if you like," Harry offered.

Andromeda nodded. She kissed Teddy goodbye and Disapparated. Harry took Teddy out in to the garden, he seemed to like it best there. Harry sat down on the step with his Godson on his knee. Teddy writhed in his arms, trying to catch passing butterflies in his fat fists. "Maybe I should have wrote a journal for you," Harry sighed, "I would have had plenty to write about."