Summer 1981
"There is no fucking way that I'm letting you choose Dumbledore as the Secret Keeper" Sirius said. The tension in the room was palpable.
"So what now, Pads? DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN DUMBLEDORE? And it's not upon to you to 'let' anything..." James was exasperated.
"I don't think I'm BETTER than anyone. I just KNOW that I CARE about YOU the most!" Padfoot ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "Look, Dumbledore is the leader of a fucking army in this war. If this comes to the point where it is between you and winning this shit for good, what do you think he will choose? I don't give a fuck for the rest of the world! I would do anything to keep the three of you safe!"
"I- I know, mate... Thank you. It's just... It's too risky." James said in a lower voice. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, trying to calm down.
They could hear baby Harry giggling while playing with his stuffed duck. Lily look for her son with a proud little smile before focusing on the conversation again. They needed to solve it soon. "Ok, but Sirius has a point... If can't be him because it's the obvious choice, why not Remus instead?"
Putting his glasses on again, James said laconic "I don't think it's a good idea."
He gazed at Sirius, who just couldn't stand to keep the eye contact. Looking away for a brief moment to escape the implications that his best friend was doing, it occurred to him, "What about Wormtail?".
Sirius never had the nerve to talk about this conversation with Remus. Even years later, after Azkaban, he would sooner let Remus think he was the one who didn't trust him than saying that James was the first to think Moony was the spy. 'Cause, he knew Prongs wouldn't have the chance to apologize, and that wasn't fair with neither of then.
