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She's In Love With The Rat by Kira

Format: Novel
Chapters: 23
Word Count: 86,809

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, Voldemort, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 11/14/2006
Last Chapter: 07/02/2007
Last Updated: 04/22/2013


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Katie Potter is the seventeen year old, never been kissed, sister of James Potter and she is certain that she is in love with Sirius Black. However, fate’s winding road leads her, instead, into the arms of the last person she ever expected; a person who would make her life extraordinary at one moment... and then tear it to shreds. And he spends some of his time as a rat...

Chapter 4: He Notices

Woohoo! I know what you must be thinking. Another chapter already? Something must be wrong. No, I am just trying to get as much writing done before the semester rears its ugly half and really starts to stress me out. Enjoy! And, as always, thank you for reading.

Chapter Four

He Notices

“How very poetic,” Remus whispered as he scanned the piece of paper from the Beast. “Tragic yet…”

“Beautiful,” I added. This certainly seemed to be a popular theme lately. “He truly has a way with words.”

“What makes you so sure that it’s a he?” Remus asked, running his fingers over the words. I gave him a little half grin.

“Just a feeling.”

Remus seemed like he wanted to respond to that, but he bit his lip and tried to hide his smile.

“What?” I asked, giving him a playful little push. “You don’t believe me?”

“I just think,” Remus started, putting on the solemn, wise face he always does when he gives his famous advice. “That this note could be from any person with any number of intentions. We don’t really know what they meant by this. “It probably wasn’t even meant for you. Someone probably left it in the Great Hall by pure unromantic accident.”

Pause for a minute. Ok, so I hadn’t told Remus that I had been writing on a slightly similar topic and that this paper had turned up exactly where mine had gone missing. I didn’t want Remus, or anyone really, to know that I was feeling this way. It was personal and it is always embarrassing to share such things no matter how true they are.

Remus patted by hand in a comforting way.

We were sitting on a window seat (redundant huh?) in the Charms corridor. The window we were beneath was bathed completely in the stunning afternoon light, making it almost impossible to look at. We were squinting pretty much every half second and all of Remus’ features were illuminated. He looked a lot healthier than he had on the train.

“You look better,” I said out loud, trying to make up for my calling him sick on the train.

“I feel better,” he answered at once. “I’m glad I don’t look so hideous anymore.”

“Shut up,” I replied. “You just looked a little pale. What did you have?”

“Um,” he started, seeming to search for the right words. “I just wasn’t myself, that’s all.” I was about to press him a little harder for more information, but he started to talk before I could.

“Of course,” Remus said gently, a wisp of his golden brown hair in his eyes. “You could be right and the person who wrote this utterly beautiful note could be tall, dark, and the man of your dreams and he can take you to live with him in his castle in the clouds.”

I laughed and my nose gave off a tiny snort. “Oh please, you know that isn’t what I want,” I gasped through my chuckles. Remus and I were still laughing when a person came around the corner.

“Hey, Pete,” Remus said, giving him a small wave through the sunlight. Peter smiled back at him and smiled bigger when he saw me. I gave him a slight nod, but stopped laughing right away. Peter must have noticed because he looked right at me and asked,

“Can we talk for a minute?” This, of course, indicated that he wanted Remus to leave. Remus nodded his head to show that he understood. He waved to me and gave Peter a pat on the shoulder before turning down the hall and disappearing. Peter took Remus’ spot as I hurriedly stuffed the paper back in my bag.

“Do I detect a hint of hostility from you, Ms. Potter?” he asked cheerfully. I pursed my lips and did my trademark eye roll, but didn’t say anything.

“I thought we agreed to be friends. We haven’t really ever spoken since that day on the train so I don’t really see how I could have insulted you so.” I realized that I couldn’t keep silent and expect anything to be solved.

“Why do you hate Snape so much?” I asked quickly. Peter blinked. He had not been expecting such a question.

He didn’t answer, so I rephrased. “Better question, what do you have against him?” He blinked again, but this time managed to start talking.

“Nothing, I guess. Why are you asking me this?”

“Why did you back Sirius up yesterday when he got in Snape’s face?”

“Wasn’t Snape bothering you?” Peter tried.

“Um, no. Well sort of. But I was the one who got in his way and knocked him down.” Peter’s grey eyes were filled with confusion.

“Why are you so interested in sticking up for Snape?”

“I’m not,” I answered simply. “I just don’t like it when people I’m friends with bully people for no reason. Especially when I tell them to stop.” Now Peter rolled his eyes.

“Are you this angry at Sirius?” I was taken aback for a moment but then my mind found an appropriate answer.

“Sirius isn’t really my friend. We, on the other hand, supposedly are. You shouldn’t back him up when he’s being a jerk.”

“Oh sure,” Peter snapped, sounding pretty annoyed. “I’m not allowed to have Sirius’ back when he’s being a jerk but you are able to be head over heels in love with him when he is being oh yes, you guessed it, a jerk!” My jaw dropped. I sidestepped the truth in his words and decided to focus on the aspect that he even knew about my crush.

“Cripe!” I yelled, standing up. “How do you even know about that?”

“I can tell by the way you look at him,” Peter said, sounding almost a little disgusted. I calmed myself slightly and took my seat again.

“You notice that?”

“Yeah,” Peter muttered. “I notice that.” I sighed a long, complete sigh.

“I’m not exactly proud of it,” I whispered. “I’m sorry I got on your case about what happened yesterday. I guess I’m just the same as you.”

“Not exactly,” Peter said, smirking. “Why do you like him so much?”

“You really want to know?” I asked, surprised. Peter nodded.

“You don’t have to be so emphatic about it though,” he laughed.

Ok, so I was more than a little nervous talking about this. I mean I had only ever talked to myself about the reasons I like Sirius. What were the real reasons? Where they even good reasons? What would Peter think? Why do I care what he thinks?

“Um…” Good start. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pictured Sirius in my mind.

“He’s loyal, uninhibited, free, brave, funny, charming, and of course he’s rather attractive,” I said, smiling dreamily in spite of myself.

“Just sometimes he…”

“Takes it too far,” Peter finished for me. I threw my hands up in the air.

“How do you do that?” I gasped. “You always know what I’m going to say!”

“No,” he replied. “I just sort of feel the same way.” He must have seen my mortified face because he corrected himself.

“I’m not saying I’m in love with Sirius.” I let out a breath of relief. “I just like to be one of his best friends for some of the same reasons. It’s really nice to be friends with a guy who everyone wants to be around. He is funny, cool, and his attitude is so care free. I guess when it comes down to it I back him up because I would rather be his side-kick jerk than the person he doesn’t like.”

“I wished he liked me more,” I said in a defeated sort of voice.

“Have you told him how you feel?”

“Are you kidding?!” I yelped. “Not only would I be rejected, everyone else would know how I feel about him. It’s never going to happen.”

“Maybe it’s not supposed to.”

“Is that supposed to comfort me Mr. Pettigrew?”

“I’m not helping am I?” he grinned.

“You’re right though. This whole thing doesn’t seem like it will ever happen. I mean I’m never going to do anything about it, so he never will either. I’m stuck.”

“Don’t worry,” Peter said. “Things work out alright in the end.” He let out a little laugh. I put on a fake, shocked face.

“Don’t make fun of me! And who may I ask are you in love with Mr. Pettigrew?” Peter shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

“No one,” he decided at last.

“All right,” I answered. But if I didn’t have class right at that very moment I would figure it out. I’ll talk to you later alright?”

“Ok,” Peter said. “Thanks for the talk.”

“Anytime.” I picked up my bag and left Peter alone in the corridor feeling better than I had in a long time.


Grrrr…I’m getting to be a fat fatty! At dinner tonight I told myself not to have a slice of cake for dessert and I didn’t. I had TWO. Two big, fat, thick slices of creamy, rich, filling, chocolate cake. Not only will it make me fat, but it can’t be good for my skin! Why do things that taste so good have to be so bad for you? I guess life can’t be easy though. Disgusted with myself, I decided to remove myself from the evidence of my crime and left my fellow Hufflepuffs early.

I was outside the Hufflepuff Common Room, about to go inside, when Lily came around the corner, looking kind of flushed but insanely happy. She seemed to be glowing right down to the tips of her red hair. When she caught sight of me she looked relieved.

“I’m glad I caught you,” she gasped. She seemed to be pretty out of breath.

“What’s up?” I asked, cheerfully. Lily smiled a weak smile.

“You should be sitting for this.” I shifted my feet uncomfortably. What kind of good conversation begins with a phrase like that?

Lily looked nervous, yet really pleased with herself at the same time. It was an awkward face, but it still looked good on her. Every expression did…I’m not bitter at all.

“Sure,” I managed to say. “Do you want to go inside?” Lily nodded and we entered the Common Room. There were a few first years flitting around near the fire, but they scurried out of the way when they saw Lily and me coming. I plopped down on the couch and Lily sat down across from me. She cleared her throat importantly as if she was about so speak, but nothing came out.

“Lily,” I said in a comforting tone. “We’re friends remember? You can tell me what’s going on.” Lily smiled gratefully as if these were the words she needed to hear.

“It’s about James,” she said quietly. That was unexpected.

“Did he do something?” I inquired. “Is he alright?”

“Oh, yes,” Lily responded. “It’s actually something I’ve done.” There was that face again. The horrified but happy look.

“What is going on?” I asked again, a little louder.

“I said yes,” Lily muttered under her breath. My jaw dropped.

“You said yes to him?” Lily nodded her pretty head.

“Why?” I breathed, astonished. Lily sighed a dramatic sigh, and put a hand to her eyes which were actually gathering tears.

“I’m really happy,” she blubbered. “He just seemed to be more mature. And he hadn’t asked me out yet this year or the last and I was scared if I said no… he might never ask again.”

Lily even looked beautiful crying. She sniffled softly and then stared right at me.

“You don’t mind do you?”

Do I mind? Why should I mind who James dates or doesn’t date? Of course I don’t mind. That would be stupid. Plus James wouldn’t care who I dated. Not that a situation has arisen or anything.

“Well, it would be your decision, Lily,” I answered. “But are you sure?” Lily grabbed me into a hug.

“Yes I’m sure!” she exclaimed into my bush of hair. “It means so much to me that you approve!”

“Why?” I asked as we untangled ourselves.

“Because you know him best, and I trust your judgment,” Lily responded.

“Oh.” Do I know James well? Certainly not! Especially not the best. I know he shoved a neon green crayon halfway up his nose when he was five. He was snorting out green snot for a week.

“I’m really happy for you, Lily,” I said, trying not to sound too jealous. Not jealous that she was with James, ew, just that she was with someone.

“Oh, me too!” she smiled happily. She gave me another hug, waved goodbye, and left me alone with my thoughts. I put a hand to my head. Lily and James? It would be interesting, that’s for sure.

After hearing this information, I could no longer sit still. I rolled off the couch and left the Common Room to wander the corridors before it got too late. I had been walking for about ten minutes when I realized that I was outside the Gryffindor Common Room. The enormous woman in the pink dress was snoozing in her frame.

At that very moment, a person came barreling up the stairs and crashed into me. I grabbed onto the person for support and soon found myself face to face with a very red Peter Pettigrew.

“Are you alright?” I asked instantly concerned.

“Sure,” he replied anxiously. He was not alright. His face was all red and he looked disheveled as if he had just hit rock bottom.

“Sit for a minute,” I suggested, gesturing to the wall. Peter nodded and slid down the wall into a sitting position.

“There are probably nicer places to sit inside,” I said, trying to get him to smile.

“I don’t want to see anybody else.” Did this mean he wanted to see me?

“Don’t try to hide it from me Mr. Pettigrew,” I scolded. “Tell me what’s wrong.”


“Come on, Peter!”


“Tell me!”

“Leave me alone.”

“Not until you explain.”

“Fine!” he exploded at last. I was slightly taken aback. I had never heard Peter yell. He was silent for a moment and then,

“Lily and James,” he spat.

“What about them?” I wondered.

“I don’t like them together.”

“Because…” I urged.

“Because she’s supposed to be with me.”

What can I say; my heart went out to the guy. If anyone knows about impossible love its me. I didn’t say anything else, but I draped my arm across his shoulders. He didn’t move away.

“Don’t worry,” I said reassuringly. “It probably won’t even last.”