Thanks to JadeZinniaMarchetta, Magic and Marauders, SilverStare, PadfootandProngsEverdeen4eva , and all the guests who reviewed! I appreciate how much you all love the story.

Ok, this next chapter is about Peter's crush. I wasn't really happy with this chapter and in the future, when I have more time, I'll probably rewrite it. But in my haste to update, I just threw something together which was just satisfactory and not something I'm entirely proud of

Leave a review!

Peter Pettigrew was a mouse of a boy and apparently the weak link of the infamous Marauders. At least, that's what people noted him as.

"Hey, Pansy! How is remedial potions treating you?" A Slytherin said, as Peter headed to the Gryffindor common room.

Peter felt the spasm of anger deep in his chest at the fellow third-year's taunts. If he were Sirius, James or even Remus who was so polite and intelligent that people often felt intimated, he would be able to shut them up on the spot. However, he was only Peter Pettigrew, the mouse of a boy who tagged along with the Marauders. So Peter kept his head down, ignoring the snickers and teasing coming from the gang of Slytherins.

"Hey, Nott?" Peter and the gang of Slytherins turned to find the Sirius Black casually walking towards them.

"What do you want, Black?" The one named Nott sneered.

Sirius smirked. "Your wand is no doubt in the pocket of your robes, am I correct?" His face didn't betray a hint of emotion but his grey eyes were full of loathing as he glared at the four Slytherins.

Nott stuck his nose in the air with a huff, determined not to look like a sniffling coward. "What's it to you?" He asked suspiciously, eyeing Sirius's wand which was twirling in between his fingers.

"Nothing." He said nonchalantly. "But if you want that wand to stay in your pocket and not get stuck up your arse, you should shut up and get out of my face." He said his voice containing a hint of steel.

Apparently, he didn't need to say it twice because with as much dignity as they could muster, the Slytherins merely walked away without a backwards glance.

Peter felt a stab of envy. He would never be treated with that kind of respect. He was a pansy, someone who couldn't even stand up for himself let alone someone else. The young boys walked to the common room in silence which was unusual considering the fact that Sirius Black didn't keep quiet for more than a minute. They joined their mates on the couch in front of the fire listening to James retell the impressive 250-70 victory the Gryffindor team had, for the fifteenth time today.

"And then I scored the final point just as Cornwall caught the snitch! I scored 100 bloody points on my own!" He said grinning from ear to ear. Peter seemed to be the only one listening to his speech as Sirius busied himself with chatting up another third year and Remus was studiously reading a book on Fantastic Beasts.

"Hello, James!" A fourth year Hufflepuff said approaching the two of them. She was fairly pretty, Peter noticed, as she brushed her blond hair off her shoulders.

James smiled back at the girl. "Hello, Miranda." He greeted with a wink.

She giggled. "I was wondering if you'd like to come to this party I'm hosting, over the Christmas holidays?" She asked, not even glancing at Peter. "Anybody who is anybody is going to be there." She gushed.

Peter looked at the girl hopefully. Maybe he'd get invited too. After all, he was a Marauder.

James's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know if I can. Mo- I mean Remus, Sirius, Peter and I have plans." He said hesitantly.

She pouted and touched his arm. "I passed an invitation to Sirius and Remus as well. They said they would at least think about it. I'd love it if you came, too." She said flirtatiously. Peter felt the familiar pang of misery and envy and zoned out of the rest of the conversation. He wasn't deemed important enough to be invited. He was a nobody, doomed to slave away in his friend's shadow.
Maybe he wasn't supposed to belong in the Marauders after all? First the taunts from the Slytherins and now being ignored. He didn't know what was worse.

He wandered away from James and the pretty Hufflepuff, venturing off to the table full of food to drown his sorrows at the bottom of a butterbeer.

"Rough day?" A voice said from beside him.

He glanced to the side, only to find Lily Evans looking amusedly at the cup in his hand.

"What?" He asked stupidly, wondering what a girl like her was doing talking to a nobody like him.

She chuckled. "That's your fifth cup of butterbeer." She commented lightly.

He looked down at his cup and then at her. "I'm sorry?" He said cautiously.

She didn't say anything merely glancing at the scene in the common room. He followed her gaze to Padfoot, chatting up a different girl, Moony; who was still reading, and James who was giving another recount of the Quidditch game to a bunch of second years.

"You have your standard jock, playboy and bookworm." She said, her green eyes glazed but full of light. Peter wondered why how eyes could be filled with light like hers. It was bright and happy.

He snapped out of his trance when those eyes met his. "So I guess the question is: who are you?" She said simply.

Peter felt a jab in his gut again that night. "I'm a nobody." He whispered taking another sip.

She chuckled. "I knew it. Oh Peter, you are an odd chap." She said with a wry smile.

His eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

She smiled at him, taking the cup of butterbeer from his hands. "It was written all over your face when Miranda asked everyone to the party."

He felt ashamed and slight embarrassed." I don't know what you're t-talking about." He stammered.

"I think you do." She said with a roll of her eyes, and then she looked resolute. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself and just listen to me."

He waited for her to go on.

"You're a Marauder."

He must've looked confused because she hurried to explain. She pulled him along to a second year getting a bite to eat.

"Hey you, do you know who this is?" She asked the little boy.

"P-Peter Pettigrew?" The boy said nervously.

She smiled and patted his head before walking to another one, this time a first year.

"Eliza, right?" Lily asked the little girl. The girl nodded fearfully.

Lily smiled sweetly before pointing at Peter. "Do you know who that is?"

"Peter Pettigrew." She piped.

Lily nodded. "And who is he?"

"A Marauder."

Lily smiled at Peter smugly and Peter felt his cheeks heat up. They knew his name. They knew who he was.

"Those two aren't the only ones you know." Lily said as she grabbed two bottles of butterbeer. "Almost all the first, second and third years know who you are. And why wouldn't they? The Marauders are legend, and you, my friend, are a Marauder and have as much a right to be a legend as the others." She said with a smile as she handed him a butterbeer.

He smiled and they clinked their butterbeer bottles with one another's. For Lily it was a new friendship and for Peter... well, let's just say that the redhead had a knack for making people enamored with her using a few good words.

However, Peter Pettigrew may have been a mouse of a boy and apparently the weak link of the Marauders, but he wasn't stupid enough to act on his newfound crush.

So what'd you think? I thought it wasn't really a Peter type of chapter, if you know what I mean. So I'll probably change it in the future.

The next chapter is:

Sirius Black

S-M-I-L-E AND R-E-V-I-E-W