Mar. 5th, 2011


"Here James! Got your cloak!" Peter waves the light garment around excitedly.


The First Full

It was well after curfew and there was still no sign of Remus.

Peter sat up on his bed and threw a pillow across the room at James. "James, wake up! Remus isn't back yet!"

Peter was worried about the swat. It wasn't like him to be out past curfew. He was such a stickler for rules.

He hadn't mentioned going anywhere, and what was more Peter was almost certain he'd caught him crying in the boy's lavatory after Charms.


Next it's Peter's turn. The hat is placed on his head and right away it starts analyzing him. Definitely not a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw. That leaves Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Not Slytherin! he hopes desperately. I want to be with James!

No, not Slytherin for you.... says the hat. You're too soft for Slytherin.

Soft! I'm not!

"Gryffindor!" the hat bellows.

Peter couldn't help feeling a bit cheated. What? Am I only Gryffindor because I don't fit anywhere else?

He didn't mind, though. He was happy to be in the house James was supposed to join. Besides, Black and the Swot weren't half bad either.

He sat down on the other side of Remus and smiled big.

Feb. 25th, 2011


Remus's jaw drops. He had been so certain James was kidding. "A real invisibility cloak. Wow..."

Peter was starring in awe as well.

Remus bites his lip. "Be careful, James. If the professor's catch you, you'll get in a lot of trouble."


"Brilliant!" praised Peter. "I'll do it!"


"Pranks are fun," Peter agrees. "Have any good ones planned?"

Remus just shrugs.


"Boo, I've got Morgana... Again." Peter tosses the card out on the middle of the table. "I've like five of her."

His lips are covered in chocolate.


"Oooh I want some chocolate frogs," Peter fumbles around his pocket for some money.


"I want to be a Gryffindor too!" Peter chimes in after James. "But..." he sighs. "I bet I'm a Hufflepuff."

He eyes Remus funny. "Anything's better than Slytherin. Hope you're a Ravenclaw, mate."

Feb. 24th, 2011


Remus looks between James and Sirius, bites his lip, and says. "Yes, I'm sorry. You did. But I wouldn't worry, James. Your friend probably screams like a girl too. As do I, and... Peter?"

The blonde boy nods.



"Wow! How'd you know to do that!" Peter praised.

"Er...just read it somewhere," says the other boy. "I'd never actually done it before. I was surprised it worked. It was a little too much water. I'm sorry."

Peter looked at James and Sirius and he couldn't stop laughing.
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Peter laughs at James' girly scream. "What am I supposed to do?"

Peter takes out his wand and wiggles it around a bit. It makes some sparks...that fly all over the car, catching James' hair on fire.

"Oh no! I'm sorry!"

He blows on the fire... making it worse.


Peter laughs at James and Sirius. "No, if he were like a dog, he'd be LICKING you too."

He looks back at the other boy, and for the first time, Peter notices that the other boy is very pale and looks tired.

"Hey, are you alright?"


Peter waves shyly to Sirius, but scoots over at the same time, getting closer to the window. There's something really intimidating about the tall dark haired boy. "Hello..."

Instead, Peter watches James bother the bookworm.

"No. I'm not home. I'm sitting on the Hogwarts Express. Actually, so are you."

He's a little odd...

Peter looks out the window and yawns.


Peter stumbles into the compartment and almost trips over the boy who was already in there.

"Sorry!" Peter squeaks, but the other boy doesn't seem to really notice him. "Er, Can me and my new mate sit here?"


"Er... probably no. My mum's a muggle. My dad doesn't like parties much. Hmm, but I swear your name is awfully familiar. Big family?"

Peter almost trips on someone's cat as it darts across the aisle.

"We're going to get stuck in the back..." Peter says, noticing everywhere is full.


"Err," Peter stumbles along, following James. "I'm Peter. Peter Pettigrew."

Potter...Potter... Why does that sound so familiar? I think...

The blonde boy had a perplexed expression on his round face.

"Have we met before?"


Peter stairs wide eyed at the messy haired boy who'd just pummeled the bully who was much bigger than they were. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen.

He squeaks, suddenly being dragged off by messy-hair.

"Er...Thanks! Er... Who are you?"


Peter Pettigrew Intro

A small boy with a round face lingered near the entrance of the train. Big blue eyes watched all the people coming and going.

I don't recognize anybody...

He reaches up with trembling fingers, to brush his bangs out of his eyes.


Peter yelps softly as an older boy pushes him out of the way. "I'm sorry. I d-d-didn't mean..."

"Well. You're i-i-in my way."