Peter Pettigrew

Any answers?

Chapter 3: Assignments (Part 3)

Sirius sighed happily, stretching out on the dusty wooden floors as if it were a bed of feathers. "I'm so glad you decided, Moony."

"Let's just hope I don't regret it," Remus replied, walking slowly around their new kitchen, letting his hand trail on the simple tiled island.

"Either way, it's ours! We're real adults now, free to do what we please."

"Have you ever done anything except exactly what you pleased?"

"Occasionally. Only when that little nagging voice in my head was being too persistent."

Remus chuckled and turned back around, seeing Sirius now making snow angels in the thin layer of dust. "Get off the floor, Padfoot. That's disgusting."

He sighed wistfully. "There's the voice."

Thoroughly ignoring him, Remus flicked his wand and the dust disappeared. Soon, the dust was slicked clear from the kitchen surfaces, the windows, and the single ratty couch that the old owners kindly left for them–or were too scared to get rid of based on the state of it. The faded green fabric looked like it might disintegrate upon touch.

"Come help me clean out our two bedrooms before my parents and the Potters come with our things," Remus said, walking down the short hall where two bedrooms and a single bathroom lay waiting for them.

"I don't exactly please to!" Sirius called after him, already sitting up.

"Then I get first dibs!"

Instantly, Sirius jumped to his feet and raced after Remus. "I'm coming!"

"What are they doing up there?" Lily asked with an amused smile as they heard loud footsteps pound down the hallway above them.

"I no longer care," James announced.

"Oh yeah? And why is that?"

"Because the only thing that seems to matter right now is the marvelous fact that I get to live with you, Miss Evans." James smirked, walking towards Lily who was standing in the middle of their small living room.

She turned from the fireplace and grinned sheepishly. "I'm pretty sure I've been living with you at your parents' place for a little bit now."

James shook his head, taking her hands in his and rubbing his thumbs over the backs of her palms. "That does not count in the slightest. I love my parents, but they don't really help with the romance."

"I don't think we'll have much time for romance with training and potion making and eventually we'll have missions on top of that and–"

"Not with that attitude we won't," James murmured, leaning forward to kiss her gently.

She smiled against him and muttered, "I suppose I can make time."

He kissed her again, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer against his chest. "How generous of you."

She smiled again but her brain could not seem to fathom a response. Her mind was entirely focused on the tingles that James had sent racing down her limbs as the kiss deepened. She grabbed onto the front of his t-shirt and pulled him forward as she stumbled backwards until her back hit the kitchen island. With barely a pause, Lily pushed herself onto the island and wrapped her legs around James' whose hands found themselves resting on her thighs. His fingers traced under the hem of her shorts and her stomach erupted in a swarm of butterflies.

"Oi! Lovebirds!" A knock shattered their blissful silence, knocking them out of their own private world. "They're here!"

James sighed and rested his forehead against Lily's. "Why did we think living below Padfoot was a good idea?"

"You tell me," Lily said, lying one more kiss against his lips before ducking under his arm onto her feet. She walked backwards towards the front door with a teasing smirk dancing across her lips. "But what did I tell you? There's hardly any time for romance."

"Oh, I'll make time."

Sirius's voice came through the door. "Stop your snogging and get out here!"

Lily threw open the door which Sirius was apparently leaning against and he stumbled into their living room as she walked past, completely unphased. "Good afternoon, Sirius."

James grinned as Sirius righted himself in front of him. "So dramatic, as ever."

"Oh, shove it," Sirius laughed as James walked past him. "But you were snogging, weren't you?"

Turning to face him, the familiar mischievous light dancing in his eyes, he replied, "Obviously."

The afternoon was then filled with flying furniture and parents surreptitiously wiping their eyes and the new leasers hurrying their families out when the day started to drag into the evening and they had to prepare for their training. When the front door was shut behind the Potters at last, James and Lily stood side by side, staring at the door in the silence that seemed to bounce around their flat.

Their flat.

They had their own flat.

Well, 'own' plus Sirius who didn't seem to realize that front doors were not meant to be barged in through. Yet, that is precisely what he did without so much as a knock.

"Ready for training?" he asked as a greeting. Remus was rolling his eyes in the background, refusing to step over the threshold without being invited in.

"Yes, we're ready," Lily replied, scooping up her wand from their small and slightly lopsided kitchen table James' Mom had bought from a friend.

"We can't be late. I don't want to see what Moody makes us do if we're even a second past five," James added. Before he shut the front door behind their group, he peered into the flat once more.

The furniture was sparse and unorganized. Their things were in boxes against the walls. Half of the kitchen appliances needed to be fixed. Yet it was home. Their home that they were renting with money from their own jobs.

Though his blissful smile was wiped off of his face as soon as he landed in the clearing that Remus had dubbed "the Inconvenience" because when James opened his eyes, he saw Moody with his wand pointing straight at him. A stream of freezing cold water showered over him and with his wand safely stowed in his back pocket, James was powerless to do anything but stand there and be glad he was wearing glasses to keep the water out of his eyes.

The stream of water ended, leaving a dripping James Potter glaring straight ahead while his friends, all of whom were lucky enough to not apparate next to him, stifled their laughter behind their hands.

"Constant vigilance, Potter!" Moody said with satisfaction. "Never apparate into an unknown area without your wand ready."

Moody turned on his heel to face the rest of the group, hands clasped behind his back, while James fished his wand out of his jeans and dried himself. He approached his friends and muttered, "Not a word" while the rest carefully arranged their faces into looks of compassion.

Four hours in and sweat had built up on each of their foreheads despite the cool night air. Their jackets all lay in a pile to one side and it was with no small amount of relief that James dropped his wand arm when Moody called them to a stop after hours of practice duels in every pair imaginable. They practiced in assigned groups in various assortments of one-on-ones, two-on-twos, one-on-twos and more while Moody and the rest watched. After one side "defeated" the other or the duel went on for long enough, Moody would call a pause to give them pointers, alter their stances, offer corrections, criticisms, and ever so rarely, a possible compliment. Suffice to say, they were each exhausted and ready to collapse on the nearest surface to sleep for as long as allowed.

But when Moody called the entire group towards him for a closing announcement, James' exhaustion seeped out of him and excitement rushed in.

"Starting next week, you will each be given a few small assignments. Mind you, these are information gathering assignments only. You are not to engage in any magic whatsoever. But essentially, Dumbledore has predicted that Voldemort will soon be turning his attention to the Ministry. We need to find out what we can about what influence he already has and where he might be looking to make his next move. The seven of you are perfect candidates for this because anyone your age could be looking for an intro job at the Ministry."

Moody dug around in his coat pocket until he was holding up a small stack of envelopes. "In my hand, I have separate assignments for each of you with different departments or jobs you are to apply for and people you must get an interview with, as well as what kind of information you should be after. Your homework tonight is to read these envelopes and start getting ideas for how you would get the information out of people without them ever being the wiser. That being said, tomorrow's training will be far less hands-on. We will go over what techniques to use on weedling information out of even the most tight-lipped of people, yet that is a long way off of being useful. You first have to do what you would be doing if there was not a war going on right now. Does anyone know what I mean?"

After a beat of silence, Lily answered. "Make resumes?"

Moody grinned. "Precisely. That is your second homework assignment. Make your resumes and make them well. If this is to work without arousing any suspicion, your resumes and interviews must be as realistic as you can make them. Any questions?"

"I have one," Remus said quickly. "Are we allowed to tell each other about what our assignment is?"

"Ah, Dumbledore said one of you would ask that. All of that information will be found within your envelopes as well. Here is yours, Mr. Lupin." Remus walked forward to collect his envelope and he stared through the parchment as if he could see the words printed inside it. When all of the letters were passed out, Moody gave them a curt nod and disappeared, the lights going out with him.

Too tired to offer much in ways of good-byes, the trainees all disapparated a moment later and James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius headed dolefully towards their flat from the alley near the trash bins. They paused at the ground level front door and glanced uncertainly at each other.

"Well… I guess we should open these on our own, then," Remus said, holding up his own letter. "We don't really know how secretive we have to be about it."

"I'll tell you whatever I'm allowed to," James promised.

"Same," agreed Sirius.

"Let's read them tonight and we can go over everything tomorrow morning with breakfast," said Lily.

"See you tomorrow," Remus murmured, already heading up the stairs.

"See ya," Sirius added, following close behind.

James sighed and slung an arm around Lily's waist as she opened the door to their flat. "Dumbledore better not expect us to keep any big secrets. I feel like that's not a great way to build a relationship."

"Either way, I trust you completely. Any secrets he wants us to keep is for a good reason so it won't be a reflection of our relationship."

"That's true. But if I know what you're doing, I'll be less worried about you."

Lily smiled as James curled his arm around her waist tighter and kissed the top of her head. "I'll always worry about you."

"And I'll always worry about you," James sighed. "I guess that's part of the job."

"Guess so…"

James hastily unwrapped his arms from Lily and clapped his hands, making Lily jump at the sound. "Well. This envelope is not going to open itself. Let's see what boring job I'll be applying to." He collapsed onto their sofa and tore open his envelope.

She watched him read whatever was written on it, trying to gauge how excited or miserable he was by the assignment from the back of his head. Meanwhile, she leaned against the kitchen island and carefully slit hers open too, a mixture of excitement and nervousness racing through her core.

Chapter 3: Assignments (Part 1)

Too many thoughts, opinions, and worries were swirling around through James' head, combining into a slurry of a confusing mess that was pressing against his skull, on the verge of causing what would surely become a blaring headache. He stomped up the garden path, barely pausing at the front door and storming straight through the few rooms into their back garden where he instantly began to pace, flattening the grass into a flat trail in his wake.

"What's up, Prongs?" Sirius asked as they trooped into the garden after him.

James started in surprise. In his haste he had completely forgotten that the others would be following him home.

"Where to even begin?" he replied, continuing his pacing. Sirius snorted and leaned against the house wall in amusement.

"I assume you're thinking about Dumbledore's reasons for secrecy?" Remus prompted with a raised eyebrow.

"Partially."

"And…?" Peter egged on.

"And what do they want Lily for? And how many others weren't at the meeting? And how long will training take?"

"Well we'll find out what they want Lily for whenever she gets back," Remus answered.

"If they'll let her tell us," Sirius added with a grim smile.

"It is an odd rule…," Peter mused, more to himself than anything.

"Definitely not one that I would think of, but one of the reasons that I signed up for this was because Dumbledore is leading it and he has experience. He knows what he's doing. I say we trust him," Remus said, feigning confidence.

Sirius snorted incredulously. "Sure, but basing the Order off of the Death Eaters?"

"It's not only the Death Eaters. It's also a common thread among a lot of other large scale rebellions. Take the goblin revolution of eighteen–"

"Moony, I swear on Merlin's left incisor, if you start spouting some History of Magic nonsense–"

"Yeah, I'm with Padfoot on this one," James laughed. "We graduated for a reason."

Remus smiled. "Fine. All I'm saying is that we've literally been to one meeting. Who are we to assume that we know better than everyone else there?"

"Yeah…" James ran a hand through his hair and stopped his pacing, staring instead at the lawn beneath his feet. "We can always just tell each other what we can, right?"

"Definitely. And hopefully we'll be placed on the same missions together so then we can tell eachother everything anyways!" said Peter.

"I hope we can get out there sooner rather than later. I just want to start any mission, I'm not too picky on what it is at this point," Sirius bemoaned.

"I'm sure Moody will whip us into shape in no time!" James added cheerfully, the knot in his stomach slowly unraveling and untying itself as he fell back into the familiar rhythm of things. All he needed now was the same dorm beds surroundings them or the Common Room fireplace to really ease his worries.

"Hey!" Lily said breathlessly nearly an hour later as she threw open the back door, a bag slung over one shoulder. "Sorry that took so long."

"Lily!" James cried, jumping up from the grass where he had been lounging, dusting off the back of his pants.

"What did they want?" Sirius asked instantly.

"If you're allowed to tell us," Remus added.

"It's okay, I can tell you," Lily smiled. "I even asked to make sure. I'm just helping Henry brew some of the basic potions the Order needs to start making a stockpile while he focuses on the more advanced stuff. Isn't it great?"

"Good for you, Lils!" James said.

Sirius, on the other hand, groaned dramatically and flopped onto his back fully spread eagle. "It's day one and you already get to do something!"

"Calm down, Padfoot. They'll be having you blow up Death Eaters and playing the knight in shining armor soon enough."

Sirius scowled and raised his head just enough to stick his tongue out at her.

"So what potions are you making? Can you share more specifics?" Remus asked politely as Lily joined their circle.

"I made a short list with Henry. Mostly different healing potions: some cleaning wounds, some internal healing, some for nerves, that sort of thing. Henry is sticking to the ones specific to each of the missions, but then we'll be taking turns delivering some of the standard potions to different stockpiles since it's less suspicious to see a bunch of injured people always going to the same house. So I think I'm going to take the first delivery–"

"Good afternoon, boys! I didn't know you were all over. Oh, and Lily! Sorry dear, I'm so used to just saying 'boys.'" Mrs. Potter chuckled to herself from the back door.

"Hey Mum," James said weakly, his heart hammering at the intrusion.

"I'm not sure what delivery you're talking about Lily, but do you want me to have Missy deliver you some dinner or snacks soon?" She smiled at her own word play, missing the nervous glance that passed between the group.

"That's okay," James replied. "We'll come in for dinner in a bit."

"Okay. I'll tell Missy there'll be extras tonight."

Silence stretched between them in her absence as Mrs. Potter went off to discuss dinner with their house elf. No one was entirely sure what to say or what was safe to say anymore.

Eventually, James broke the silence. "We really need our own place."

Sirius laughed. "Agreed. We should just sign that lease. I don't think we're going to find anything much better, no matter how long we wait."

"What we really need is to be more careful about when and where we talk about these things," Remus said pointedly, trying to steer the conversation away from what he knew was inevitable.

"That too," Lily agreed. "But what do you think, Moony? I liked the last set of flats we found, but I know you're feeling a bit more hesitant."

He sighed, hoping the pressure wouldn't turn to him. "Give me a day or two to think about it. I'll let you know."

"Well you have until Friday I think. That's when we have to decide by before they give them to someone else," James said.

"But if you're not sure, we can always ask for an extension," Lily said, sensing his unease.

"Yeah, but they'll raise the price and make it a whole negotiating tactic and…," Remus shook his head with a heavy sigh. "No, I'll decide before then. I will."

Here are some of mine

Okay, we all know that Sirius was initially chosen by the Potters to be their secret keeper (despite Dumbledore offering to be secret keeper himself) and they later (after Sirius's persuasion) switched to Peter in the last minute.

However, I was wondering how you think all this went down like? How do you think Dumbledore, James, Lily, Sirius, and Peter acted or said during all this secret keeper drama?

Chapter 1, Those who die work to protect those that live.:

It was a cold crisp Halloween night in Godric's Hollow. James Potter was walking down the sidewalk, on his way home to see his son Harry and his wife Lily. His messy black hair blowing slightly in the wind and the tails of his robes swaying as he walked. "Nice night," he thought to himself, these thoughts would soon leave his mind however as while he was walking up to his homes gate he saw a mysterious hooded figure using a charm to unlock the front door of his house. "It can't be," he muttered, and he quickly extracted his wand from the pocket of his robes and broke into a sprint. Lily Potter was standing over her son Harry's crib making sure he was alright, she was in a wonderful mood, this was until she heard the sound of the door behind her being blown off it's hinges. She turned sharply and standing before her was The Dark Lord, Voldemort, "NO, NOT HIM, NOT MY SON!" She cried as she through herself between her son's crib and Voldemort. "QUIET YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD!" screamed The Dark Lord as he raised his wand, "AV-" Voldemort was cut off as he was suddenly hit in the side by a stag. The stag pushed him into the wall and backed up towards Lily and transformed, into a man, Voldemort looked up and standing before him, was the messy black haired figure of James Potter. "DON'T TALK TO MY WIFE LIKE THAT!" He screamed, his wand pointed at The Dark Lord, "Ah yes" said Voldemort coldly, "The blood traitor, well I'll make quick work of you" he said as he was dislodging himself from the wall and trying to stand up. James didn't move his arm was still out in front of himself, pointed at Voldemort, "JAMES GO, SAVE YOURSELF!" Lily cried, "No, I'm not gonna let him hurt you," James said as he smiled while looking back at his wife "Take care of Harry for me, and tell Severus that I'm sorry for everything that happened when we were boys, and if you ever find Peter, get him the coldest and dingiest cell of Azkaban you can." He said as he turned back to The Dark Lord, who was standing, his wand pointed at James "How sweet, shame it's being said to some low mudblood filth" said Voldemort darkly. James Potter scowled "You can insult me all you want, but leave Lily alone!" He screamed and turned to his wife once more "Go, find Sirius, go with him on his bike, and give him and Remus my best." James said, "This bores me, let's get this over with" said Voldemort, an arrant note of disgust in his voice, "Fine." James said, turning again, throwing his arms in front of Harry and Lily "EXPEL-" James yelled but was very quickly cut off by The Dark Lord "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort shouted and in a flash of green light James Potter collapsed, he was dead. "JAMES!" Lily cried, "ENOUGH!" Voldemort shouted, "I'VE HAD IT WITH THE STALLING, I'M KILLING THE BOY!" "NO, DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!" Lily screamed, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort roared, pointing his wand at Lily, the spell however was blocked, by some kind of shield of light. Voldemort couldn't touch either of them, "W-What," Voldemort said, clearly puzzled, he moved his hand towards Harry's forehead, nothing happened, nothing except Voldemort drawing a scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt. He turned himself and his wand back to Lily, "WHAT DID YOU DO!" he yelled, "N-NOTHING," stammered Lily, Voldemort growled, "WHY CAN'T I TOUCH YOU OR THE BOY!" Voldemort wailed, shaking his hand, this was a bad move however, as he shot another curse, and the curse rebounded and hit Voldemort. Lily Potter looked around, "James, he's...,he's really gone, and Harry, he's injured, but alive, and somehow me and him vanquished The Dark Lord" Lily said looking around again, fixing her gaze on her son "Oh Harry," she muttered and everything went black, she'd passed out.

When Dumbledore offered her a seat at the Christmas table, she said "when 13 sit together, first to rise is first to die". Scabbers was there, the 13th person and Dumbledore rose first. He indeed died first.

But there's more - after the Battle of the Seven Potters, thirteen gathered at the Burrow to mourn Moody's death. Lupin was the first to rise to offer to look for the body, and you know what happened.

When Ron and Hermione are appointed prefects Molly suggests another rat as a reward, why would she get him something that turned out to be someone evil, did no one inform her that their former pet was a murderous death eater who slept in her sons' beds? was she willing to put Ron's life at risk again all because he got appointed a title? I thought she was a good parent.

What was the biggest betrayal in Harry Potter?

Well for me it was Peter Pettigrews betrayal, like-

And Griphook leaving the 3 to almost die :/

(i know there are much more betrayals in Harry Potter but these where the first two lines that popped up in my head so i just wanted to say em)

It’s 1977 and Hogwarts for the first time ever has technology on campus. How that makes sense canonically or realistically timeline wise, it doesn’t! All that matters is the mischief and possibilities that could go on given technology being in the possession of the Marauders and co

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DORKY IN HER ACTIVE ERA AND POSTING MEIS IN THW YEAR 2024!? 😱

Okay soooo given I created MEIS in 2020 I’m sure the majority of you have no idea who I am or what MEIS is so hello, I’m Dorky. I’m 2020 during COVID time I created a fanfic called Marauders ERA Instagram Story (MEIS) that was posted daily (for awhile then updates were all over the place lmaoo) and it was pretty popular on here. With over 80 pings and almost 60 chapters made in the 2 years that fanfic was going, it was the high light of COVID. For 2 years I stopped posting with the promise of starting this fanfic again, and the day has finally come.

Don’t worry if you’re new and never read MEIS before, I’m starting over completely from the beginning so you don’t gotta go through 60+ chapters 😭🙏

New storyline, WAY better grammar, spelling, plot, and a new community to build! Best part about starting over, I don’t gotta ping 80 people ever time I post! OG’s (if there’s any) will get it 😭

Anyways, the first chapter probably won’t be posted till May, but I’m so excited to be back and hope you all enjoy this new edition of MEIS

Till then, mischief managed! 🪄