His Master was Gone, his best friends betrayed and dead. He was lost. In a matter of day's the world would know it was he, Peter Petegrew, who had betray James and Lily ensureing there death. But he was going to make the world right again. He would bring his Mater back.

He knew that he would need Harry to restore his Master. He would do what he needed to. He scurried alomng on little rat legs. His anamig form suited him well he thought.

He watched Madam Pomfrey as she played with little Harry in the water. He waited. He had a portkey ready to activate; no one would know where to find him. All he needed was for Poppy to leave the child alone for a moment. He knew if Snape got back first, he would fail.

Finally after hours that seemed like days passed, Poppy lay harry down for a nap. As harry fell asleep, Poppy left to help a student who had come in with boils all over his face. Peter jumped into action. He tansformed and looked down at Harry. He carfully lifted Harry, so as not to wake him. He took out the pencil in his pocket and mutterd the activation spell for it. He then felt the familiar pull in his gut, when he opend his eyes again he was delighted to see the cave opening where he had intended to go. It had worked. The clearing outside was where he had last seen his Master, where he had given him the Potters. He placed Harry in a basket in the corner and made ready for step 2.