Re: Peter/James
We wanted to be near you!" James couldn't believe what he was hearing. How was he trying to blame him for this? "You, Sirius, Remus and the rest... we were hardly about to piss off abroad while you lot were fighting a war, was I? But maybe we could have; I never realised we would need to!" But James was under no illusion that an ocean would have put Voldemort off hunting down for his 'downfall'. He'd thought they were safe. After all, being protected by his best friends and Dumbledore should have been better than changing their names and crossing their fingers, right?
Should have been.
All of a sudden, James rather wanted to cry, which was ridiculous. He'd only cried twice in recent memory - when his parents had died, and the night Dumbledore had told them about the prophecy. Even when he'd been told about his fate, or when he'd met adult Harry, it hadn't felt like this. James swallowed hard, forcing the lump painfully back down. "I wouldn't ask you to," he said thickly. "You know I wouldn't. I just would like to be given a bloody chance, Wormtail."
He sighed, finally looking away from him and stuffing his hands into his pockets. This all felt so bloody hopeless all of a sudden. He just wanted to go home. "Remus might want to see you," he said, and was surprised by how steady and distant his voice seemed. "You might need to write to him, I dunno."