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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 8: Wormtail

Hello my delightful readers. Thanks for coming back, or if you are reading this story for the first time welcome! I am really fond of this story at the moment. Sorry this took a little longer but I had some computer problems (who doesn’t) but it’s a tad longer so I hope you appreciate that. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I LOVE you all! Smile because you are adored!

Chapter Eight


In movies or books when people kiss every event after that just seems to fall into place. You get a feeling of completion, and safety. However after we were done kissing it felt like, WHAT NOW? Nothing just fell into place. I actually felt more confused that before. What about Valarie? What kind of girl was I?

I pulled myself out of Peter’s arms, looking mortified from all these thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” Peter gasped, looking guilty. “Was the kiss bad?”

“No, no,” I managed to say. “The kiss was good. But that’s bad! What about Valarie?”

“It’s over,” Peter said, putting his arms around me again. “I’ll talk to her as soon as I can.”

“That’s sweet,” I answered, still not perfectly comfortable in his arms yet. “But are you sure?” Was I sure? Peter grinned at me.

“I’m not going to say anything corny like I always knew I liked you,” he began. “I didn’t always know. That would be a lie. But I know now. And I’m sure.” He hugged me close and then a voice from around the corner spoke,

“Ah, the matchmaking master strikes again!”

“Remus, get over here,” I laughed. Remus peeked around the corner smiling like it was Christmas morning.

“Aw,” he said, seeing me in Peter’s arms.

“Shut up,” I replied, unable to get the smile off my face and giving Remus a light punch on the shoulder.

“But thank you,” I finished.

“Well good for you guys,” Remus said happily. “But not so good for Valarie. When are you gonna tell her Pete?”

“Well, the next time I see her is at dinner really,” Peter answered. He still hadn’t let go of me.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked finally breaking away from him. “You know with all her friends around.”

“Or with all the sharp utensils she could use to gouge your eyes out?” Remus added.

“You’re very encouraging Moony, thanks,” Peter, muttered running his hands through his hair in agitation.

“Moony?” I asked out loud.

“Just a nickname,” Remus replied hurriedly.

“I don’t get it.” I said, trying again for an explanation.

“It’s nothing,” Peter cut in. “Stupid really.”

“Sure,” I said in an unconvincing voice.


Peter, obviously uncomfortable with the situation put his arm around me and started to lead me down the hall away from Remus.

“So do you have a nickname?” I asked, looking up at him curiously.

“Nope,” he answered a little too quickly.

“Don’t lie to me,” I said, poking him in the chest playfully. “What is it?”

“Ermtle,” he muttered under his breath.


“It’s Wormtail,” he hissed in my ear. I stopped walking, to ponder this in my mind. How random was that name? Ew, it was kind of gross. I didn’t like it. Something about it sort of freaked me out. There was something about it…

“That is such a turn on,” I answered sarcastically. “Why on earth is that your nickname?”

“Ask me again sometime,” Peter replied, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I have to go think about what I’m gonna tell Valarie.” He rushed away, escaping my questions.

Great. I finally meet a guy who likes me and he already has secrets. Did I have secrets? Not really. I mean I had done things that I wouldn’t want posted on the front page of the Daily Prophet but nothing too deep. And that name? Wormtail? It gave me goose bumps…and not the good kind.


That night at dinner I was sitting at the Hufflepuff table across from my good friend Jennie. She was staring at me with wide eyes.

“He kissed you?” I nodded, smiling widely.

“Ok, details please,” she urged adding more mashed potatoes to her plate. I was about to tell her everything when the Marauders minus Peter, Lily, and Claire sat down around us.

“Can we help you?” Jennie asked, surprised by the appearing crowd.

“Sorry, we didn’t want to be over there right now,” James answered, jerking his head over to the Gryffindor table.

“Because?” I asked, flooding my mashed potato mountain with gravy.

“Because Peter is just about to tell Valarie that he wants to break it off,” Sirius said. “Prepare for all out war.”

“Oh my god,” I replied, standing up and throwing down my napkin. “I told him not to do it at dinner. Why didn’t he listen to me?”

“Because,” Lily cut in, twirling her hair around her fingers. “You have to wait a full week to actually have control of their minds. Once you make it past that point, they’ll do whatever you say.” She winked at James and he smiled that Lily-is-my-girlfriend smile.

“I really couldn’t stand Valarie anyway,” Sirius said suddenly, flicking a pea at Remus with his spoon.

I was about to ask why this was, but Sirius quickly pulled me down into a sitting position.

“I think he’s gonna do it!” He whispered. We all looked over at the Gryffindor table and Peter caught our eyes. He motioned with his arms; indicating that we should stop staring.

“Ok, we all shouldn’t be looking over there,” Lily, tried. We didn’t listen. I wanted to see. I watched him walk over to Valarie and whisper something in her ear.

It seemed like he was trying to get her to come away from the table with him. James and Sirius started to act out what the two were saying, judging only by their motions.

“Uh, Valarie we need to talk,” James said doing Peter’s part. Valarie didn’t move from the table, but gestured to everyone around her.

“Don’t worry Peter,” Sirius said, in a high girly voice. “Anything you can say to me you can say to my friends.”

“Shut up!” I hissed, hitting James who was closest to me.

Peter whispered something else to Valarie. He was still trying to get her to leave the surrounding group, but did not succeed. Finally, he let out a sigh and whispered something else. I knew this had been the fatal blow. Valarie got a little red in the face and her eyes sort of bugged out of her head.

“WHAT!” she shrieked. We all ducked and turned our backs to the outburst. Sirius started laughing out loud and James was holding his sleeve to his mouth to stifle his chuckles. Even Remus looked like he was about to crack up.

It was rather funny. Valarie obviously wasn’t going to be dumped quietly. There was more shouting. I heard a loud WHO? and a screaming WHY? After a few shout free seconds I looked over at the table. Valarie was now standing in front of Peter with her arms folded. Our eyes met for the briefest of seconds and I felt a chill go through my body. Those were some cold eyes.

After a few more sentences of words left their lips, Valarie seized a goblet off the table and thrust the contents in Peter’s face and stalked out of the Great Hall.

We all howled with laughter. Should it have been funny? Probably not. Was it funny? Like you wouldn’t believe. Even Lily was gasping for breath.

Peter, still dripping with Pumpkin juice, walked over to us with his head down. I covered my mouth with my hand, so he wouldn’t see me laughing.

“Way to go,” Sirius exclaimed, clapping him on the back. “Good breakup.”

Peter looked over to me, still trying to hide my laughter.

“Do you think this is funny?” he asked, gesturing to his wet shirt and hair. I tried not to let any sound escape my mouth, but a small snort of my giggles managed to get out my nose.

“Well, maybe you’ll get a kick out of this,” he said, picking up a spoon and putting a huge glob of potatoes on it.

“You don’t have the guts,” I responded, never estimating the consequences that glob of potatoes would cause.

The next thing I knew the potatoes were in the air. If they were heading for me, I never would have gotten out of the way in time. However, somehow those potatoes flew through the air and landed squarely on the top of Lily’s head. Our jaws dropped.

We watched the gloopy substance start to run off her head, clinging to her eyelashes, and landing on the tip of her nose.

Actually it was Remus who started laughing first.

“Shut up Moony,” James said, chucking a handful of peas at him. “She’s still gorgeous.”

“Hey!” I yelled at James. “Don’t throw veggies at Remus!” I took my slab of meatloaf and threw it so it spattered all across James’ robes.

“Hey that’s my best friend!” Sirius barked, flicking gravy from his spoon all over my head and robes. I tried to retaliate with a roll, but it ended up flying towards the Slytherin table and nailed a kid right in the back of the head.

A second later it was all out war. Food was flying through the air so fast and from every direction imaginable.

The injuries were numerous and severe. Sirius took chocolate pudding to the neck and Peter got some butter in his eye.

I was hit with more gravy and a massive wad of potatoes at the back of my neck. That was really gross because it started to drip down into my robes. James protected Lily the best he could but he got hit the head with a fork. Who throws a fork?

We screamed, we ducked, we laughed.

We pretty much had the time of our lives.


“Here Albus,” Professor McGonagall said sternly. “Here are the students responsible for the food fight at dinner. I brought them to you for punishment.”

“Thank you, Minerva,” Dumbledore replied gently, a twinkle in his eyes. The complete foursome of the Marauders, me, and Lily stood in front of Dumbledore’s desk dripping with food.

We all had a glint of merriment in our eyes. I refused to look directly at the others for fear of laughing. Professor McGonagall left making tsk tsk noises under her breath.

Dumbledore just looked at us.

No laughing, I told myself.

At that moment the chocolate pudding that was stuck to Sirius’ neck slid off and landed with a plopping noise on Dumbledore’s desk.

That was the last straw for me. I cracked up and started laughing loudly. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who found pudding outrageously funny because the others joined in as well.

And then Dumbledore started chuckling as well.

Lily still had potatoes in her hair, James was picking a pea out of his ear, Sirius had his pudding problems, Peter was still damp and had butter smeared across his forehead, Remus smelled strongly of meatloaf, and I could feel the potatoes still sliding down my back and coming out from behind my shirt.

“Go to bed,” Dumbledore said, wiping a tear from his eyes. “And thank you.”

We all left still snickering. I was surprised at our good fortune with Dumbledore.

But then, at the same time, I wasn’t. He seems like the kind of guy who would think peas and pudding were hilarious.


The next day we were greeted with snow outside our windows. The first snow! On a SATURDAY! On the day of the dance!

How exciting! I ate lunch with Jennie and Vicky. No sandwiches or muffins were thrown.

Vicky was looking flushed, and she was pretty quiet.

“What is it?” Jennie asked, stealing the words I was about to say.

“Sirius didn’t ask me to the dance,” she replied sadly. “He’s going with Claire.”

“Don’t worry Vic!” I exclaimed brightly. “We’ll have a good time all together. You don’t need a date.”

“Oh please,” Vicky snapped, frustrated in her mood. “Like you wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t have Peter.”

“Ouch,” I replied, knowing she was right. “I’m sorry Vicky. Sirius is obviously a moron. You are so much nicer than Claire.”

Jennie nodded in agreement.

“Claire is gorgeous,” Vicky claimed miserably.

“So are you,” I said comfortingly. “You are smoking hot. If Peter hadn’t asked me I would totally go with you. Actually forget Peter. I’ve always loved you. Go with me!”

It was a success. Vicky laughed and she flicked a crumb at me.

“Oh no!” I yelled. “No more food fights. I will never be able to get the potato smell from last night off me!”

We broke into heaps of giggles. I noticed a few Hufflepuff girls sitting at the end of the table casting me dirty looks.

“What’s their problem?” I asked my friends, motioning to the girls with my eyes. “I don’t think I even know who they are.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jennie said in a hushed voice. “They’re just friends with Valarie. They think you stole Peter away from her.” She said that last part very dramatically.

“That’s stupid,” I declared. “It was his decision to kiss me. I didn’t do anything.”

“Hey girls.” Peter had come up behind us.

“Well, speak of the devil,” I said, grinning.

“Did I do something?” he asked innocently, pointing at himself. We didn’t answer so he added, “Want to go for a walk?”

“Yes,” I answered, throwing down my silverware. I wanted to get away from those girls. They were creeping me out. I jumped up and said goodbye to my friends. Peter put his arm around me and we walked out of the Great Hall.

People watched us as we walked. It was strange. Being a couple makes people notice you. If I had walked out of the hall all alone no one would have even batted an eyelash. However when I walked out with Peter there was whispering and staring. Did I stare at couples when they did things? Probably.

It was beautiful outside. It wasn’t a lot of snow. But it was enough to cover the grounds completely under its white blanket. It was bright and the sun caused the snow to shimmer and dance as we walked across it. I love snow. I have always loved snow. Winter is my favorite season without a doubt. Everything seems to be silent and asleep. We kept walking. It was nice. I realized how much I enjoyed spending my time with Peter.

I knew since the day we talked on the train and really saw each other for the first time that I liked to be with him. But at this moment I knew that it went beyond just liking to be around him. He made jokes, told stories, asked me about my feelings, and actually shared his back. Was it love? No, not yet. But it was more than like.

What is between like and love? We need to invent a new word. Because that is what I was feeling. That word.

I was feeling so ecstatic about everything that I put my hands on Peter’s shoulders and gave him a kiss. It was the first time I had kissed a boy. He had kissed me the last time. Now I got to kiss him.

There are different levels of kiss of course. He pulled me closer and the kiss deepened into a level two.

“Hey! Get away from my sister!” My eyes flew open and I saw snow fall on Peter’s head. I broke away from him to avoid being hit myself.

I turned around and saw James running around with Sirius in nothing but a T-shirt and shorts.

“James Potter!” I hollered. I picked up some snow and rolled it into a ball and chucked it in James’ direction. It didn’t go anywhere near him. I tried.

“Gross!” Sirius yelled. “They were snogging!” After that Peter and I declared it a real snowball fight and waged war. I don’t know how long we played in the snow. Hours upon hours.

We played until my hands were so numb and red I was afraid they might fall off. We all got pelted with snow at least once. I was about to hit James with one in the face when I heard someone calling my name.

I whipped around to find Remus wading through the snow to get to us.

“KATIE!” he called.


“The girl’s are looking for you. They want to start getting ready for the dance!” Crap. I had lost track of time.

“Boo, getting ready,” Peter said, hugging me close. “Don’t go.”

“I have to love,” I answered, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Then after waving goodbye to the boys I sprinted back inside and down to the Hufflepuff Common Room. I took a quick shower because I was freezing and then went to grab my dress.

I went upstairs and opened the trunk that I had been storing it in. My heart was fluttering with excitement. My first dance with a boyfriend! Yes.

These thoughts distracted me as I dug through the clothes in the trunk. I should have found it by now right? Now?

I was getting frantic. I kept digging until all I found was the bottom of the trunk.

My dress was gone.