A wonderfully told story, with both Filius and Peter utterly believable. You show so clearly how Peter could fall for the dark side - with the 'good' one so terrifying on occasions. It's just James and Sirius, and... well, they're like this all the time, I guess, it's nothing in particular,” another almighty snuffle, “it's just that sometimes it gets a bit much...” Quite, and not Remus, who in a way is a hanger-on as much as Peter, and in an even more perilous position - what if they spill the beans on what he is?
Some tea-related bustling ensued when they reached Filius’ cozy private sitting room. Not too strong, plenty of milk and sugar, mugs striped like a cheerful mint humbug. What a haven it must have been for Peter.
And Filius - one can understand him so well. "Cherub" is such a brilliant description of Peter's attractions. hands and stomach both a perfect knot. Poor man.
And dreams and boys surely do not last. Another of your great lines. And the end was a punch in the gut.