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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 10: Secrets Revealed and Favors Given

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Chapter Ten

Secrets Revealed and Favors Given

“Now do you promise to never repeat to anyone what I am about to tell you?” I was five years old again. I remember James saying the same words to me before. He had said those words to me right before he had taken me to a clumsily made wooden fort in the middle of the small forest we lived by. He swore me to secrecy and I had promised never to reveal its location to anyone. I wonder if it is still there.

“Do you promise?” James asked, looking so desperate for an answer and breaking into my thoughts of the past.

He was scaring me. This was no wooden fort. This was something important. I cast a look back at Peter and Sirius. The blood seemed to be coming out at a slower rate from Peter’s leg and Sirius had managed to tie a sheet from his bed around it. Peter was so pale. This was so confusing.

“I promise,” I replied shakily.

“Do you promise?” James asked again, his voice firm and somehow steady.

“I said I did,” I answered, unable to take the suspense any longer. “Please James.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Remus is…” he started. He paused.

“For the love of god, tell me!” I found myself yelling. My outburst didn’t even make James blink.

“Remus is a werewolf.”

I don’t know why, but for some reason I started to cry. Unstoppable tears poured out of my eyes, drenching my cheeks and the neck of my robes. I didn’t know what the tears were for. Was I sad? Scared? I couldn’t understand. But the tears kept coming. I couldn’t really think about the situation clearly in my mind. Not only couldn’t I think logically, but I couldn’t work out my emotions either. I was such a mess. The next thing I knew, James was hugging me tightly.


It took me a good fifteen minutes to calm myself down. Sirius had gotten me a glass of water and James had dragged a chair to Peter’s bedside so I could sit by him. I sipped at the cool water in the cup and tried to breathe calmly as my thoughts attempted to arrange themselves.

“I wasn’t myself…”

“I can’t get better…”

These were things I had heard Remus say, but never really understood. Good, sweet tempered, brilliant Remus Lupin a werewolf? I couldn’t picture it. No matter how many times I said it in my head, I couldn’t get my mind around it.

“So who all knows?” I asked, my voice breaking slightly. I reached for Peter’s hand and he took it with a weak smile.

“Well…” James started, counting on his fingers. “The four of us, Dumbledore, Madame Pomfrey, and I guess technically Snape knows too.”

“Snape knows?” I asked, nearly spilling my water.

“It’s a long story,” Sirius answered, looking insanely guilty. James chimed in, changing the subject swiftly back to the others in the know.

“Dumbledore knows of course. There could never be a werewolf in Hogwarts without his knowing, and it was him who allowed Remus to attend in the first place. And Madame Pomfrey is the one who heals his wounds the day after.”

“So they just let him run around outside?” I asked, still not understanding how any of this was possible.

“Not exactly.” Now Sirius took up the explanation.

“You know the Whomping Willow?”

“The huge, violent tree? Sure.” I replied, feeling that we were getting a little off topic.

“Well beneath it there is the entrance to a tunnel. The tunnel leads directly to the Shrieking Shack. Every night of the full moon Remus is taken down to that tunnel and he transforms in the Shrieking Shack. It’s abandoned and falling apart and no one goes near it. And the Whomping Willow blocks the other entrance. He changes in there and his yells, (Sirius’ face flinched) is what makes everyone think that the Shrieking Shack is haunted.”

The facts were slowly coming together.

“And where do you three maniacs come in?” I asked.

“Well…” James said.

“We go down with him,” Peter said suddenly.

“Are you insane?” I gasped, starting to rant and dropping Peter’s hand. “You guys aren’t that stupid! I know Remus is our friend but he isn’t Remus when he is a werewolf! He could bite you or even kill you!”

“He won’t,” Peter answered, sounding oddly confident.

“How on earth can you be sure?” I asked, stupefied.

“The secrets are just pouring out tonight,” Sirius muttered.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I inquired sharply, jumping to my feet.

“Do you promise never to tell anybody what we are about to tell you?” James asked, it seemed for like the millionth time.

“For goodness sake James,” I shrieked. “Can you just tell me please!”

“Shhh!” all three of the boys muttered to me. I fell silent and plopped down back in the chair. My shock from the situation was making me loud. I needed to quiet down and collect myself.

James and Sirius came and sat down on the bed with Peter and started at me intently.

“The three of us,” James said in such a hushed voice that I had to lean in to hear him. “Are unregistered Anamagi.”

I didn’t speak so James kept talking.

“We are all able to change into our animal forms when we are with Remus. Werewolves only attack humans; they don’t waste their time with other animals. So we are in no real danger.”

“Oh really!?” I cried, gesturing to Peter’s bound leg. “Then what do you call this?”

“It was my fault really,” Peter cut in calmly. “I don’t really know what the hell went wrong. I came late…I didn’t know Remus had changed…it was so fast…the next thing I knew his claws were scraping me. Then I managed to transform.”

“You’re sure that he didn’t bite you?”

“Yes I’m sure,” he answered, squeezing my hand again. “Everything is fine.”

“More or less,” I managed to say weakly. “I can’t believe you guys never told me all of this.”

“We only wanted to tell people if it was necessary. The less people who know about this the better,” Peter replied.

“But Animagi? All of you guys? I mean that is really complex magic!”

“It took us the better part of three years to learn how to do it,” James said, a hint of pride in his voice. I couldn’t blame him. That was advanced magic. To have the skills to do that was beyond impressive.

“And are you sure Peter doesn’t need the Hospital Wing?” I asked, wondering when I was going to feel normal again.

“The gash really doesn’t go that deep,” Sirius answered, gently. “And if we took him to the Hospital Wing and Madame Pomfrey recognized the wounds she would know that we were with Remus or at least know we were down by the forbidden forest. And nobody knows about us being Animagi except the people in this room and Remus.”

“Actually, I think I have some healing ointment that I nicked from the Hospital Wing in one of these drawers,” James said positively. “For a situation just as this.” He got up from the bed and went over to the dresser that was his. I heard him rummaging around.

“Are you alright sweetie?” Peter asked, leaning in close to me. I leaned in even closer to him and gave him a firm, but soft kiss on the lips.

“It’s just so much to take in,” I gasped breathlessly. “Are you alright sweetie?”

“Oh, yeah,” Peter grunted, as he shifted his weight on the bed. I propped an extra pillow behind his back.

James returned with a small bottle of magical ointment.

“Now this stuff is a miracle worker but,” he uncorked it and a terrible smell greeted our nostrils. “It is totally rancid.” We all rammed our hands to our noses.

“That’s awful,” Sirius gagged.

“I’ll do it,” I stated bravely, taking the bottle in my hands. I found a clean towel nearby and proceeded to remove Peter’s bandages. Sirius was right. The scratch wasn’t as deep as I had originally thought. All the blood from before made it seem worse than it really was. I blotted away some of the old blood with a clean part of the sheet and then poured some of the violet liquid from the bottle onto the white towel.

I tucked my hair behind my ears and started to blot at his wound. Peter sucked in air through his teeth; it must have stung. The smell got worse, but it didn’t really bother me knowing that it was helping Peter. The wound didn’t heal completely, but it stopped bleeding almost instantly. The edges of the wound that were various shades of red and black disappeared but the lines of the cut were still visible. Once I was satisfied that the wound was not going to get any smaller, I corked the bottle and kept the towel pressed against the cut.


That night I stayed with Peter; in the chair next to his bed. After James and Sirius were sure that Peter was going to be just fine they collapsed into bed; their steady breathing surrounding me.

There was no way in hell I was getting to sleep that night. The light of the full moon was shining in through one of the windows bathing the room in its pale light.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I turned to face Peter. I had thought he dropped off to sleep.

“What animal do you change into Peter?” I asked; the question had been on my mind for awhile. He paused. I could tell that he didn’t like the answer or he would have replied right away.

“Come on Peter,” I urged. “I can’t change into anything remember.” I saw him smile in the light of the moon.

“I change into a rat alright?”

“A rat?”

“It’s not like I could choose the form, love. It chose me.”

“You know, rats are really beautiful creatures,” I whispered, a joking hint in my voice.

“Thanks,” he replied, picking up on my sarcasm.

“But seriously Peter that kind of magic is totally impressive. Most adult wizards can’t even manage it,” I answered. Sirius rolled over in his sleep.

“It was James and Sirius who really learned it,” Peter answered in a defeated sort of voice. “They were the brains, I just learned from them. James can turn into a stag and Sirius can turn into a dog. Pretty cool huh?” Moony…Wormtail…Things were falling into place.

“Not as cool as a rat,” I protested softly. “And just because you think those two are smarter than you are doesn’t mean that you aren’t smart as well.”

“And just because you think Lily and Claire and whomever else is more beautiful than you doesn’t mean that you aren’t gorgeous as well.”

Oh, I should thank my lucky stars for Peter Pettigrew. I leaned in and we shared our most passionate kiss yet.


Somehow or another I managed to get to sleep because I found myself waking up the next morning with a back as stiff as a board.

“That’s what you get for sleeping in a chair,” James had said cheerfully. It was strange how normal everyone could be. But then, why should I act any differently. I didn’t know anything about this before and led a perfectly happy life. Well, not perfectly happy, but happy enough.

Why should anything be different now that I know. Remus needed support and I intended to give it to him. Peter tested his leg, standing on floor gingerly.

“I’ll be fine,” he said as I watched him with a concerned eye. He hobbled a little bit when he walked, but it truly wasn’t that noticeable.

“Remus should be in the Hospital Wing by now,” James said, grinning. “Want to go visit him.”

“Yes,” I replied earnestly. “Let’s all go.” And go we all did.

We entered the Hospital Wing quietly and we easily located Remus (considering he was the only patient) in his bed. We walked over and crowded around his bed.

He had his eyes closed and he did look awfully pale. He somehow looked thinner than normal and even his hair seemed like it had lost some of its color.

“Hey guys,” he croaked suddenly, cracking an eye.

“Hey buddy,” the three boys coursed as one.

“Hi Remus,” I said gently. “How do you feel?”

“You know don’t you?” he muttered. All knowing Remus.

“What gave me away?”

“Your voice. Your tone. Pity and confusion,” he replied, almost sadly.

“You nailed me,” I responded. “You know I don’t mind right? You know this doesn’t change a thing right?”

“Good to know,” he replied. “I’ll probably get out of here by tomorrow.” I noticed as Remus shifted around in his sheets that he had various cuts and bite marks across his arms. Poor tortured boy. I was sure that Remus didn’t want to be pitied so I didn’t say anything, but my heart went out to him just the same. The boys exchanged some more words; common things. Quidditch stats, food, Lily ect… and then we left. Peter’s wound wasn’t brought up.

“He wouldn’t remember,” Peter assured me gravely after I had asked him about it. “Now I have class to get to but I will see you later tonight. He pecked my cheek and I watched him limp away down the corridor.


I got a shock later that evening. I was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room with Lily, Kristen, Jennie, and Vicky struggling with some Transfiguration homework when Valarie burst into the room, clutching something in her hands. My jaw dropped.

The Marauders weren’t kidding. Her hair was the greyest grey I had ever seen. It was tied up in a bun and the hood of her sweatshirt was pulled up but there was no hiding it. I put my mouth back together and glared at her when I realized that she was holding my dress in my hands.

My eyes softened as I noticed that she was crying.

“Please,” she blubbered. “Take the stupid dress. I’m sorry! So sorry! Just tell me how to fix my hair.” Her tears were so large and falling so fast that I could barely understand her.

I am not a heartless person. I probably should have been furious, but I wasn’t When it was all over it was Valarie who had gotten the worse of the situations. I still had an amazing time with Peter at the dance and somehow we had grown even closer.

“Ok,” I muttered, taking the dress from her hands. “Follow me.” I marched up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory where I knew the Marauders were. They all, well minus Remus, looked shocked as I entered the room with Valarie.

“Fix her hair,” I commanded. They didn’t move.

“I’m serious you guys,” I continued. “She returned the dress and I believe that she has suffered enough. Do it…for me.” Peter pushed himself to his feet and limped over to a drawer and found a bottle. (Were their drawers just stocked with random bottles?)

“Use this in the shower,” he said numbly to Valarie, shoving the bottle into her hands.

“Thanks,” she replied, tonelessly leaving instantly.

“What did you do that for?” James asked. “She could have been grey forever.”

“It’s over,” I answered, heading for the stairs. “Sorry to disappoint you.”


Snow kept falling through the rest of the week. The Christmas Holidays were coming up soon and I couldn’t wait for them. So much homework and so many exams were stressing me out. Sometimes I wonder if Professors have souls. Don’t they know that we have more classes than theirs?

A few weeks after the night of the full moon, Peter took me to dinner at a restaurant in Hogsmeade. It wasn’t overly fancy, but it was certainly a nice place. And he paid for the whole thing. When dessert (creamy cheesecake, with a buttery graham cracker crust) was served he cleared his throat in a way that I knew he was going to ask something important.

“Do you have plans for the break?” he inquired, dabbing his mouth with his napkin.

“Nothing special,” I replied, taking a bite and talking though a full mouth. “Go home I suppose. See mum and Charles and dad if he decides to stop working for a minute or two. You?”

“No big highlights,” Peter responded. I could tell he was holding something back.

“But my dad is having this fancy party thing on the 24th,” he said hurriedly as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“That sounds fun,” I smiled, taking a sip from my glass.

“Not really,” Peter snorted. “It will involve my father showing off my brother and his new girlfriend Erica, and forgetting that I even exist.”

I reached over the table and took his hand.

“It’s really that bad?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Stuffy room, scratchy clothes, bad food, you get the picture. Oh, and what’s worse he wants me to bring Carly.”

I was about to ask who Carly was, but then I remembered and nearly choked on my cheesecake.

“Your imaginary girlfriend?”

“But I was hoping I could bring you instead.” I could tell that this was what he had been wanting to say all night.

“You want me to come as your girlfriend?” I asked. Well that was a stupid question! I need to think before I speak.

“That is what you are right?” Peter grinned nervously. “Or have I totally missed the boat here?”

“Of course I am,” I said sweetly. “Are you sure you want to give up Carly for me?”

“Oh, I am so sure,” he laughed.

“Well then I would be honored to attend the horrible party with you.”


Once dinner was over, it was still early so I bid Peter goodbye and went to hand out with the girls at the tea shop. We were all huddled in a booth, glowing with the happiness of a beautiful winter season. I stared at each of their happy faces, realizing truly for the first time that this was our last year together. I was actually about to get a little misty eyed when Lily made a startling announcement.

“Last night,” she proclaimed proudly to our table. “James told me that he loved me.” We all squealed like the girls we were and Vicky asked,

“Did you say it back?”

“Totally!” I had to give it to Lily and James. I believed that they were in love. I didn’t think it was too fast or sudden. It seemed right for them. They were ridiculously happy so I was happy for them. We made a toast to their relationship and drained away our hot chocolates.

Once we were finished drinking all the delicious chocolate we could manage we headed back out into the snowy street.

“It’s so beautiful,” Lily sighed. I was about to agree with her but suddenly the sound of loud chanting met my ears.

“Fight! Fight! FIGHT!” I turned to my right and saw a throng of students outside the Three Broomsticks hollering and screaming.

“Come on!” I said to the girls and we rushed over to see what was going on. The crowd was really a bunch of younger students and they let us pass through. When we got to the inside of the circle, my heart skipped a beat.

There was Peter and Severus Snape rolling around on the ground, beating the crap out of each other.

Tada! That’s Chapter Ten! I hope you enjoyed yourself and hope you’ll leave me a review if you have the time. A big shout out to all my wonderful reviewers! Thanks!