Hey! I apologize for the wait, school is getting intense. Like... staying up past midnight every night finishing homework intense. I'm going to do my best to keep updating this regularly, but just a warning, it might be a while between updates.

I still don't own anything. Also, I will be glossing over most of TDH until we get to the part where everyone starts dying. 'Cuz that's what we've all been waiting for right?

I feel like this is really OOC... But thanks for reading, and enjoy!

Huddled together on the couch, James, Lily, and Sirius stared at the screen.

"He wouldn't..." Lily said softly. "Not Peter." Then she scoffed. "Of course, that's what we thought when we made him our secret-keeper, and look what happened there?"

Sirius was glaring at the screen, his hand hovering instinctively over the wand in his pocket. "If he kills your son, I swear, I don't care if I'm dead. I will magically float myself down to wherever that coward is and pull his left nostril over-"

"Okay, okay!" James said hastily.

Lily grinned. "I'll take the right nostril."

James threw up his hands. "For Merlin's sake, just shut up and watch the screen!"

Deep down, James was worried. Yes, Peter had betrayed him and Lily. But he wouldn't go so far as to kill their son as well, especially when Harry had saved his life. Would he?

In fact, James was still getting over the fact that Peter had betrayed them at all. He was always a coward, James knew that. Peter was also one of his closest friends at one point, and James surely would have died to save any one of his fellow marauders.

"Guys," said Sirius, nervously, "I think he's actually going to do it. Look, Harry's reminding him of the life debt, like he thinks the idiot's going to care about-"

"He flinched!" Lily cried. "He flinched, he hesitated, he really does care about Harry! I knew that there was still at least something good left inside him, and he was just too afraid to let it show."

"And you're getting that all from a tiny little pause? The screen could have just glitched, like the time it froze on Harry in the loo for five minutes, and we couldn't change the channel."

Sirius stopped talking, and Lily lowered the pillow she had readily raised. James watched numbly as Peter's strong silver hand, a gift from his master, turned on him. Harry and Ron tried their best to wrestle it away, but it was no use. The lifeless form of Peter Pettigrew sank to the floor.

Nobody spoke. They just clutched each other tightly and didn't let go.

Peter Pettigrew jolted awake. He looked around, confused. Just a second ago he was in the basement of Malfoy Manor, about to kill Harry Potter. But now, in the bliding white light that surrounded him, where was he?

Peter pushed himself to his feet and gasped. His powerful silver hand was gone, replaced by his old hand. Staring at his hand in disbelief, Peter realized it was smoother, with less cuts and blemishes than before. Running his fingers through his hair, he realized that it was full and sleek. He hadn't looked like this since his Hogwarts days.

It was at that momeont that Peter realized that he must be dead. And all of a sudden, it came rushing back to him: going downstairs to investigate a noise, being tackled by Harry and his friend, attempting to strangle them. But at the back of his mind, something had made him falter, and it was his mistake.

Or was it a mistake?

His last memory was of the two boys trying to save him, and Peter knew that he wasn't worth it. His life had been worthless. He was a traitor, a coward. But now, after death, he was free. He no longer had to serve Voldemort, he no longer had to live in fear. He could see who else was here, maybe even make up with James and Lily.

But he was alone. Who was he kidding? James and Lily would never be his friends again. He was entirely responsible for their deaths.

Peter was beginning to wonder if anyone else was even here. With a jolt of pain, he realized that there was absolutely nobody who had died caring about him. His parents, both alive, still believed that he had died years ago, murdered by Sirius Black. His only friends hated him. He would probably sit in this white room for the rest of eternity.

He slumped back down on the floor, knees curled up to his chest, head resting in his arms. And for the first time in a while, he began to cry. When he was young, he had always thought he might become a star quidditch player, a brave auror, a writer for the Daily Prophet. His life was over now, and his dreams couldn't have been farther from the truth.

From out of nowhere, a Peter was knocked to his side. He was so stunned, his sobs stopped. Another punch hit him, and then another. Bewildered, he lay flat on the ground, feeling the sharp sting of pain. He deserved it.

The punches stopped, and slowly, Peter sat up, his vision hazy. Standing around him were James, Lily, and Sirius.

"See, James, Lily?" Sirius said coldly. "He's not even apologizing. I told you not to waste your time on the idiot, but noooo, you have to be all forgiving and friendship and sunshine and unicorns and rainbows and all that. I mean, he killed you! What else more do you need to leave a person to rot in hell?"

There was not a trace of humor in his voice, for one of the first times.

Peter's mouth fell open, and a millioni thoughts flooded through his head. Only one mattered.

Lily and James forgave him.

Right now, they weren't looking very forgiving. James had turned on his most intimidating quidditch staredown look, and Lily's bright green eyes were cold and hard. Peter suspected that they had been involved in the process of using him as a punching bag as well.

Peter sighed. Nothing he could say would ever make up for what he did.

"I know this probably doesn't mean anything," he said, "but I'm sorry."

"A little late for that," James spat.

Peter hung his head. "I know. And I don't deserve any of this, I don't even deserve to speak to you. I'm sure you know that I didnt want any of this to happen. And that I'm a coward. But I'm sorry, and I really mean it."

Lily frowned, but her eyes softened the tiniest bit. Or maybe he just imagined it.

"Well," she declared, sounding exhausted, "I don't even know how you ended up here, as I assumed only the good guys do. But then again, I still don't really understand anything about this place, wherever we are. All I know is that if nobody comes to fetch you, you'll just stay here forever, so here we are."

James's arms were crossed, his face unchanging. "Once a marauder, always a marauder, right?" He said flatly.

Sirius looked on the verge of physically attacking Peter again, and Lily gripped his arm.

"We have to apparate you out," James said. "There is no chance you are staying anywhere near our home. You know the address well, so you ought to be able to find a place on the other side of town."

The words hit Peter like bullets, and he let them sink in. The pain overpowered his confusion about this strange new place.

James, Lily, and Sirius joined hands. Grimacing, as though touching an extremely large cockroach, Lily pinched Peter's coat with two fingers. With a pop, the four were sent swirling into the air. Peter hit the ground right outside of a small house. The others were nowhere to be found, but he had a feeling he would see them at some point.

After all, they had the rest of eternity. Hopefully at some point, he could earn his friends' trust again.

Andddd cut! I'm sorry that wasn't a very fun or funny chapter. It's Peter, it had to be all dark and depressing. I had a hard time writing him. I'm not sure if he would really end up in heaven, but he was a pretty important death, so I had to include him. I'm also pretty sure I got the reactions entirely wrong. Hmmm, let me know what you think.

The next update might take a while. We all know what's coming...