Peter shook his head. "There haven't been chaperones in- I have no idea how long, but no. People go out by themselves, go to dinner, watch a Quidditch game." Time travel really made things complicated and the more they talked, the more he believed her. The moon outside was a clear reminder. "No, you know that you have the potential of becoming an historical figure because you've done it once. You can do it again if you want. Or not. It's really up to you."
He froze, mug in his hand. "Harry Potter? Is he from the past like you?" He doubted because the Potters had strange names, even if not as strange as the Blacks. "Or is it from a more recent time? I have a friend- his son was named Harry Potter and it's not a very common combination." He wasn't sure why he was explaining it to her. She wouldn't know what he had- would do.
Peter tried to smile at her comment. "I don't know if it's the gruesome part of the fact that we never had to do it. It's not that we don't know how, but that we don't even think that it can be done."