Disclaimer: Me? Own Harry Potter? I wish.

Peter Pettigrew snuck down the side alley. He paused at the door before pushing it open. Walking into the next room, he debated whether or not he should actually do this. He came to a decision and, transforming into a rat, ran out of the house as fast as he could.

"James! Did you actually think I wouldn't notice?" Lily Potter was berating her husband. Again. Why she even tried, she didn't know. It wasn't like he was listening.

"You got a Christmas tree! In case you hadn't noticed, it's October!"

He shrugged guiltily. "Happy Christmas?"

"Ugh! Harry, what do you think?" Lily addressed the toddler sitting on his father's lap. "Should we keep the tree?"

"Happy Cwistmas! Pwesents!" The one year old shrieked happily.

"I give up. He sides with you on everything." Lily sighed dramatically.

Smirking, James stood up, handing Harry to his mother, and was about to say something when they heard a knock at the door.

"James! Lily! Let me in! It's urgent!" James walked over to the door with his wand out and looked through the peephole, a handy muggle invention that helped them to see who was outside without opening the door. Sure enough, it was Peter, panting and looking for all the world like Voldemort was right behind him.

"What was the Marauders' biggest achievement?" James had to ask, in case it was a Death Eater in disguise.

"We became illegal Animagi in 4th year, you are a stag, Sirius is a dog, and I am a rat. Moony, well, you know. Now let me in!"

Opening the door, James wondered what had Peter so worried.

"What's up?"

"You need to switch secret keepers. Change to Remus. Please, I don't know if I can do this."

James glanced at Lily. Why was Peter acting so weird? "All right, I'll Floo him."

A/N short chapter, I know. they'll get longer, don't worry.