Peter Pettigrew

I think its a tie between Sirius and Remus.

1. Sirius was locked up in Azkaban for 12 years, he was able to live as a free though wanted man for perhaps eight months after that and lived the rest of his life as a virtual prisoner in the house he hated the most until he died trying to protect his godson and his friends. Harry has been wrong about lots of things, but I think he was especially wrong in this case, I think deep down Sirius actually wanted to die if only so he could be reunited with the person he truly loved, his best friend James.

2. Remus was a werewolf and because of that he was ostracized by the vast majority of wizard kind for most of his life. Although his parents loved him they died early in Remus’s life, one of his best friends was killed and he believed another had been as well, and his only living friend was accused of their murders and locked up in Azkaban. He was then reunited with that friend and was sadly able to spend only a year or so with him until he too passed away. He fell in love and got married, though I do question whether he genuinely loved Tonks, while he may have cared about her, he does express some resistance towards her that seems more than just related to his werewolf nature. Finally he has a beautiful son, but he is terrified that he will doom that child to a life of misery and considers leaving him before he is born only to be proven wrong when he is born, but is killed before he ever really gets the chance to know him.

3. Severus was a child deprived of the one thing human beings need the most of from the moment they’re born; love and acceptance. He was ostracized and bullied not just by Muggles (especially his abusive father), but fellow witches and wizards as well. He is able to find acceptance in a young girl he loved but she left him when he started practicing a very dark form of magic, befriended people who accepted him but who were also pure-blood supremacists, had developed and adopt racist and pure-blood beliefs, and finally decided to make it his goal to join that said racist and pure-blood terror group. Then he spent years trying to make up for the role he played in her death by protecting her son, even though he made no bones about hating and bullying the boy. Then he was forced to kill the man who was a mentor and perhaps his only friend to spare him a more painful death and was killed too in a most painful and agonizing way.

4. I’m not sure what people’s thoughts are on Peter’s suffering, but I’ve heard some comments that him being stuck in the form of a rat is bad, but was it though? Next to cockroaches, rats are the ultimate survivors, only slightly better looking and they’re actually kind of cool, don’t believe me? Check out Remy’s The Rat short from Pixar. Not only did he get to live with a wizarding family for most of his life, he got to live off Mrs. Weasley’s cooking, he ate whenever he wanted, slept whenever he wanted, and who the heck needs a T.V when you’ve got half a dozen wizarding children, two of whom were Fred and George causing general mayhem and mischief to keep himself entertained, he also got to go wherever he chose and even got to return to Hogwarts several times, and despite their objections otherwise both Percy and Ron had clearly cared about him, considering Percy broke his precious rules to get two other students to help look for Scabbers when he went missing and Ron stopped speaking to Hermione for a month when he believed her cat had killed him, and like Hermione said Peter had never once tried to hurt Harry as Scabbers, unless you count chewing his pillow as hurting someone, Sirius probably hurt Harry more in that year than Peter ever did in three, though not on purpose, and honestly I think if Sirius had never broken out of Azkaban, Peter would never have gone to join Voldemort, the only reason he did was because his “friends” forced him out of hiding. He wasn’t like Barty Crouch JR or Bellatrix Lestrange who were slavishly loyal.

5. James; I think had it easiest as his life was more or less perfect (and this may annoy some fans who don't like James). He had a loving family, he was a talented wizard, he was good at Quiddich, he had great friends and was considered good by most people despite he spoiled behavior. he got the girl eventually and he had a son, the one hiccup in his life being that his parents died when he was young. Yes; he also died young but his suffering was quick and painless, if he suffered at all in death we don’t know. It was his son and his friends who suffered the most in life, and that seems like a far worse fate to me.

In a way though all of the Maruaders and Snape(not Peter) got to live on in the next generation. In James Sirius Potter, in Albus Severus Potter, in Lily Luna Potter, and in Teddy Remus Lupin., so perhaps their fates will be better.

"James, get back in here before she catches you!" Peter Pettigrew’s frantic whisper carried through the air as James soared above the Potter estate. He turned sharply in mid-air, expertly manoeuvring his broom to face the direction of his bedroom window. There, looking like he was about to burst into tears, was Peter, peering nervously down at the front patio, clearly expecting James's mum to storm out and drag them both inside by the ears.

"Don’t worry, Pete!" James called back with a grin. "She doesn’t mind me practising!"

That wasn’t entirely untrue, but James knew full well that his mother’s tolerance had limits, especially when it came to his safety. It might have been late August, but the wind was cutting and cold, the kind of conditions Euphemia Potter deemed a direct route to St. Mungo’s. James, however, found it perfect for practising—if he could fly in this, he could fly in anything.

"Still!" Peter whined, his voice high-pitched with anxiety. "You should come back in! My parents will be here soon."

James rolled his eyes good-naturedly. He’d spent the better part of the morning trying to convince Peter to join him in his flying drills, but Peter wasn’t having it. Despite being fairly decent on a broom, Peter never saw the point.

"First-years never get to join the team anyway," Peter would say every time James brought it up.

But James had other ideas. Ever since his dad had taken him to see his first Quidditch match when he was seven, he’d known that flying was his calling. Watching those players zoom across the pitch, the team working together like clockwork, the crowd roaring with excitement—it was like magic within magic. From that day forward, James had set his heart on it, and when James Potter wanted something, he usually got it. After all, in his very long (eleven-year-long) life, he hadn’t yet encountered anything he couldn’t achieve.

"Alright!" James called out with a mischievous glint in his eye. "But get your arse out of the way."

"Oh no, you don’t—"

Whatever Peter was about to say was lost as James took a dive towards the window, broomstick clutched tightly in his hands. Peter yelped and dived out of the way just in time as James shot into the room. He intended to pull off a flawless 360 landing, but misjudged the size of the bedroom, only managing a half-spin before crashing onto the floor with a thud.

"You knucklehead," Peter scolded, looking down at him with a pursed expression that made him resemble a rather irritated mouse.

James just laughed, sitting up and ruffling his already messy hair. "I’ll show you what it was meant to look like at Hogwarts."

He sprang to his feet and picked up his broom. "Once I’m on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, we can use the pitch whenever we want."

"And what makes you think you’ll be in Gryffindor?" Peter asked, hopping onto James’s bed.

The question made James laugh, but not in a mean way. After all, he’d known Peter practically his entire life and was well aware of his friend’s insecurities. James might have had a natural ability to shrug off worries and laugh in the face of trouble, but Peter wasn’t quite as thick-skinned.

"Of course, I’ll be in Gryffindor," James said with utmost confidence. He walked across the room to hang his broom back on the rack, handling it with a tenderness that belied his usual carelessness. "Where else would I be?"

He cleared his throat dramatically, striking a pose that was more Fleamont Potter than his eleven-year-old self. "Gryffindor favours those of a brave heart, courage, determination, and chivalry—the noblest of all Houses!" He turned back to Peter with a wicked grin, and Peter collapsed onto the bed in a fit of laughter.

"That’s me to a tee!" James declared, puffing out his chest. "There’s no way I’m ending up anywhere else."

"Yeah, you’re probably right," Peter admitted, though his tone wasn’t as certain. "I just wish I could be as confident about it."

James squinted at his friend, taking a step closer. Peter had that slight frown on his face, the one that meant he was genuinely worried about something. Without thinking, James took a running leap and landed on the bed beside him, his head thumping against Peter’s ribs.

"Oi!" Peter yelped.

"Come on, Pete," James said, rolling onto his back. "Tell me what’s bothering you."

"Nothing!"

"Liar, liar, pants on fire!" James cried and launched into a tickle attack, making Peter squirm and kick, almost catching James in the face. "Okay, okay, I yield!" Peter squealed, breathless with laughter.

James chuckled, flopping down beside him, his hair even messier than before. For all his bravado, James was a good listener when it came to his mates.

"It’s just," Peter began hesitantly, "I don’t want to disappoint my parents. I still remember the look on their faces when Philly got sorted into Hufflepuff. All their friends’ kids are in Gryffindor… you too, soon."

James turned to meet Peter’s gaze, giving him a crooked smile. He rolled onto his stomach, patting Peter’s shoulder reassuringly.

"Don’t worry about it, Pete," he said, his voice full of confidence. "I know we’ll both end up in Gryffindor, and when we do, we’ll be dormmates and have the time of our lives at Hogwarts."

"Really?" Peter asked, his voice tinged with hope.

"Have I ever been wrong?" James replied, his grin widening.

"Actually—"

"You’re not supposed to answer, you prat!" James laughed, grabbing a pillow and thwacking Peter with it.

Just as they got into a full-on pillow fight, the door creaked open, and his dad’s booming laugh echoed through the room, a sound that started deep in his chest and spread warmth through the air.

"Thought I heard you boys up here. Effie’s waiting for us downstairs. Peter, your parents should be here any—" He was interrupted by the unmistakable CRACK of someone Apparating downstairs. "—There they are."

The boys leapt to their feet, racing each other down the stairs. They’d been talking about their first trip to Diagon Alley for weeks, and now it was finally happening.

James’s mum was already in the entrance hall, dressed and ready to go, standing alongside Peter’s parents. James was in such a rush to get ready, he nearly tripped over his own shoes in his haste to put them on.

"James Fleamont Potter!"

James looked up, puzzled by the sharpness in his mother’s voice.

"Where are your glasses?"

James instinctively slapped a hand to his face, realising belatedly that it was bare.

Oh… So that’s why Peter looked so fuzzy upstairs.

"Sorry, Mum. Must’ve dropped them when I was flying earlier."

His mother shook her head, a fond smile tugging at her lips. She flicked her wand, and a moment later, his glasses zoomed into her hand. James shuffled over to her, feeling sheepish.

"You foolish boy," she murmured, placing the glasses carefully on his nose before giving his hair a loving ruffle. James pretended to groan, mostly for Peter’s benefit, but deep down, he basked in the affection.

The trip to Diagon Alley was everything James had imagined and more. His mum had prepared a list of everything he would need for his first year at Hogwarts, though she clearly didn’t trust his dad to be as thorough, considering how she’d chuckled and pulled him closer by the waist when she caught him trying to add a few "extras."

James was practically glowing with excitement as they moved through the bustling streets. The air was filled with chatter, laughter, and the kind of magic that made your skin tingle. If Hogwarts was going to be anything like this, James was certain he’d never want to leave.

For all the love and attention he received from his parents—and there was plenty of that—James had always felt like something was missing. Friends. Real ones. Sure, he had Peter, but they’d been thrown together since birth; there was no choice in the matter. James couldn’t wait to make friends on his own terms, to prove that his charm and personality were as magnetic as he thought.

They visited every shop James had ever heard of: Flourish and Blotts, where the smell of fresh parchment filled the air; Madam Malkin’s, where he was fitted for his first set of Hogwarts robes; and, of course, Quality Quidditch Supplies, where after some strategic begging, James convinced his parents to buy him the latest Nimbus 1001.

His dad even took him on a detour to Gringotts, where he was shown the private vault his parents had set up for him. His dad made it clear James wasn’t to touch it until he was of age, but still handed him a generous sum of pocket money.

"Just don’t flaunt it in front of your classmates—or your mother!"

Their last stop for the day was Ollivander’s—James’s most anticipated visit. He’d been thinking about his first wand ever since he could remember, imagining all sorts of magical possibilities. Peter went in first, with his parents trailing behind. When he came out, he was already in a right state, going on about how his wand’s core was unicorn hair, as if that was some sort of tragedy. His mum was fussing over him, trying to convince him it was perfectly fine, while his dad kept nodding along, half-listening.

James, on the other hand, had no such worries. He took a deep breath and then strutted towards Ollivander’s with all the confidence of someone who had already pictured this moment a thousand times. His parents had made it clear he’d be going in alone. "A young wizard’s first wand was personal business," his dad had said, ruffling James’s hair as if that was supposed to be reassuring. James secretly thought they were just excited to have a few minutes alone.

The bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, the sound sending a thrill through him. The shop smelled of dust and old wood, and it was darker inside than he expected. Behind the counter stood an old man with pale eyes that seemed to see straight through him, and skin that was almost as white as the parchment stacked in his father’s study.

“Welcome, Mr. Potter. I’ve been expecting you,” Mr. Ollivander said, his voice soft and mysterious.

James felt a flicker of excitement at being recognised, but he kept his expression steady, just as his mum had taught him. “Pleasure to meet you, sir,” he replied, giving his best attempt at a respectful nod, though it came off more like a confident bob of the head. He couldn’t help but grin as he stepped up to the counter, feeling a bit like a character from one of his favourite adventure books. “I’d like to purchase a wand.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of Galleons, dropping them onto the counter with a satisfying clink. “I hope this will suffice,” he added, with a bit more flair than necessary.

Mr. Ollivander chuckled, a sound that was both kind and ancient. “It will, my dear boy. But the wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. Not the other way around.”

The old man turned and began inspecting the countless shelves filled with boxes, his long fingers brushing over them as though they might speak to him. “I still remember the day your father, Fleamont, came to purchase his first wand… and your grandfather Henry, as well. You Potter men have a certain charm about you, I must say.”

James tried to appear interested, but his eyes were already wandering, taking in the vast collection of wands. His gaze settled on a maroon velvet case, tucked away as though it was waiting just for him. There was something about it—something that pulled at him, like the wand itself was calling his name.

“Can I try that one, sir?” he asked, interrupting Mr. Ollivander mid-ramble.

The wandmaker turned, a little taken aback. He hadn’t even had a chance to present any options yet. “Certainly, Mr. Potter,” he said, a hint of surprise in his tone as he moved towards the case.

He opened it with a careful hand. “A mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable—”

James grabbed it before Mr. Ollivander had even finished speaking. As soon as his fingers wrapped around the wand, a warm surge of energy shot through him, like being hit with a brilliant burst of sunshine on a cold day. It was perfect. No doubt about it. This was the one.

“—Phoenix feather core,” Mr. Ollivander continued, now smiling with a kind of quiet satisfaction. “The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter… but in this case, it seems your intuition did not fail you.”

James’s grin stretched so wide it nearly hurt. He gave the wand a few test swings, marvelling at how naturally it moved with him. Like it was an extension of his own hand. “Thank you so much, sir,” he said, beaming with the sort of happiness that made him feel lighter than air.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Potter,” Mr. Ollivander replied, watching him with that same knowing smile.

Before James left to rejoin his parents and the Pettigrews—who were probably still sorting out Peter’s panic—he remembered he needed to pay for the wand. Mr. Ollivander had told him it was seven Galleons, but James left eight on the counter, just in case. He figured it was worth it.

He lived with Harry, Hermione, and Ron for three years. He knew what Harry and his friends were like and knew that they always hung out together. He could have easily recognized him. He could also have easily called Voldemort without the others noticing, as he also had the Dark Mark.

The Marauders (mainly Sirius and James) were some of the most talented and gifted wizards of their generation. The way they successfully created the Marauders Map and became animagi at young ages (without any help at all) is a testament to their magical talents (except Peter who needed help from James and Sirius). To do some of the things that the Marauders were able to do, one needed to be really good in transfiguration, potions, and charms.

Becoming an animagus is NOT easy, it is a very hard and complex step where making even the smallest of mistakes was enough to cause permanent half-human, half-animal mutations. And creating the Marauders Map was also not easy and it involved the use of the Homonculus charm, a very powerful and advanced form of magic.

If they can be capable of inventing a really powerfully advanced map as well as becoming animagi without any help, do you think that the Marauders (had they lived longer) would have also been capable of one day inventing the very first cure for lycanthropy?

Sooo, I want to do a marauders era RP ^^ haven't seen one in a long time, once I joined one and the host never returned and the RP rotted. Like the idea or will it fLoP LiKe A -- pancake idk <3

Ill be your savior here is a marauders meme:

And one more <3

Timothy Spall as Peter Pettigrew aka Wormtail from Harry Potter Film Series.

Wishing him a happy birthday and have an amazing year ahead of his birthday.

🥳🎉🎊🎂🎁🎈

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.