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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 11: Fights

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Chapter Eleven


“Peter, stop it!” I yelled, but he was far beyond hearing me. No one was really winning the fight. They were both taking shots; fists and blood flying. The kids around us were still cheering them on, obviously enjoying the sight of inflicting and receiving pain. How sick is that?

“Stop!” I yelled again, but it sill did no good. They continued flailing about on the ground beating each other. It was scary. When is a fight over? How do you know? I had never been in a fight before other than pointless wrestle sessions with James when we were younger. I continued to hover in distress around them until I saw James and Sirius join the crowd. I thought they might break it up but they started to cheer Peter on; just like the little kids. I pushed my way through the crowd (I regretfully think one of those little first years ended up on the ground) and grabbed James’ arm.

“What?” he asked, as if my boyfriend wasn’t rolling around on the ground with Snape.

“Do something!” I shrieked, gesturing to the fighting boys. James and Sirius didn’t move.

“I think Wormtail might be winning,” Sirius responded, happily. Lily, who was next to me, grabbed James by the collar of his jacket and turned him roughly to face her.

“James Potter you break up that fight this minute!” Her green eyes seemed to cackle with electricity. Even Sirius looked a little frightened.

“Sure, sure,” James answered, instantly and moved out into the battlefield. Whoa. I need to learn how to do that. Not that I should expect my brother to listen to me anyway. Or Sirius Black for that matter.

The boys walked out to the fight and after a few seconds of careful assessment they managed to dive in and pull Snape and Peter apart. James was supporting Peter, who was having problems walking, and Sirius followed them, leaving Snape bleeding on the ground. He looked so pathetic there, still clenching his fists together.

I sighed. If I had thought for one moment that Severus Snape would accept my help, I would have gone over there and assisted him to his feet. But I knew I would just make it worse if I went out there. Anyway a crowd of Slytherins were already surrounding him, so I hoped they would help him up. At the moment I was more concerned about Peter anyway. His lip was split and blood was trickling down his chin.

He had a sharp cut above his right eye and his forehead was smeared with a nasty combination of mud, dirty snow, and, yet again, blood.

“Oh, Peter,” I murmured gently, stroking his cheek. “Let’s get him inside,” I said and we proceeded into the Three Broomsticks.

We moved to a booth in the back and I requested a damp towel from the counter. James and Sirius propped Peter up in his seat before sitting down themselves. Lily made herself busy by shooing away some of the first and second years who had followed us inside. I heard them chattering about the fight as they passed the counter. Was it really that exciting? I don’t get it.

I received a cold, grey towel from a burly man with bushy eyebrows. I thanked him and went back to the booth. James got to his feet to let me slide in next to Peter.

“Hi, love,” he croaked. I didn’t answer him, but began to dab at the cuts on his face.

“So what happened Pete?” Sirius asked.

“I was walking,” Peter replied. “Over here to have a butterbeer with you guys when out of nowhere Snape tackled me.”

“That seems kind of hard to believe,” Lily answered, and we all turned to stare at her.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Peter asked, pushing my hand with the towel away. Lily raised her eyebrow at him.

“I’m just saying that very few fights happen without someone being provoked.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Peter said firmly, finally allowing me to continue cleaning his cuts. “He came out of nowhere, for no reason. It’s not like I’m the violent one.”

Lily nodded at him, and let the discussion drop. Peter ran a hand along his scalp.

“I think that he pulled out some of my hair.” Sirius chuckled and patted Peter on the head.

“The slimy git would,” James said darkly. “We have to think of a way to get him back.”

“Hey, I got in a couple of good shots,” Peter shot back.

“Can we not get him back,” I found myself saying, setting the towel on the table. “This is ridiculous. Let’s just drop it.”

“No way,” James and Sirius answered in unison.

“What are you going to do?” I snapped. “Dye his hair grey?” The boys laughed.

“I agree with Katie,” Lily chimed in. “This is stupid.” The boys fell silent but I knew the gears in their minds were working up plans for Snape. You can’t tell boys anything. We didn’t talk much on the way back to Hogwarts but I did notice something rather strange.

Valarie and Snape were huddled close together, talking. It was weird. Gryffindor girl and Sytherin boy? But, since I was tired and concerned I dismissed it from my mind.


The next day brought a grey winter sky and the prospect that Christmas break was only a week away. I was heading to Herbology with Kristen, shuffling along on the frozen ground, and I noticed Remus among the students piling to get into Greenhouse Four. I pushed my way through and finally ended up next to him.

“Hey,” he said, in an uncertain voice. I smiled brightly and wrapped him in a hug.

“I told you Remus,” I whispered in his ear. “I don’t care.”

“You seemed unsure in the Hospital Wing,” he answered, breaking the hug.

“I didn’t know what I was thinking, much less saying,” I admitted. “It was a lot of information to get in a few short minutes.”

“I saw that Peter was limping a little bit,” he continued stiffly. “Did I…”

“No, no,” I lied instantly. “He got into a scuffle with Snape last night in the village.” I let out a breath of relief as Remus accepted this answer. I didn’t want him to worry about more than he had to. Plus Peter had told me not to say anything.

We all escaped the cold wind of outside and took our places around the long table covered with pails of dirt, gardening tools, and leaves. I love Herbology class. Not only am I good at it, but it is the only class that we have with the Gryffindors.

I went over and stood by Peter and he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I waved at Lily and James who were across from us, and avoided Valarie’s gaze out of habit. Remus stood on my other side and Sirius next to him. Professor Fick entered the greenhouse at that time and went for a blackboard that was shoved off into the corner.

He pulled it out so it was in front of the room and then turned to face us. Professor Fick had a severe comb over and a bushy brown beard. But he knew his magical plants, so I respected him for that and tried not to stare at his comb over too much. I, and the rest of the class, groaned at the sight of the blackboard. The blackboard means lecture. The blackboard means no engaging lesson where we wrestle real magical plants. I sighed and dug for some parchment.

“I know,” Fick said in a sympathetic voice. “But I can’t put off this lecture anymore.”

I hate Herbology lecture, or lecture of any kind. I must be a hands on type of learner. I tend to zone out during lectures. The rest of the class also pulled out parchment and quills.

“I’m sorry,” Professor Fick said, and ran his hand over like the twelve long hairs attempting covering his baldness. I propped my head in my hand and waited for the tedious lecture to begin.

“Now the shape of the leaves on this type of angiosperm reflect the…” I was gone after Professor Fick got that far. I started to watch the other students.

I started to watch what they were watching. Before I had started dating Peter I would have started to stare at Sirius and imagine more ridiculous daydreams. I watched James stare at the back of Lily’s head with such concentration I had to wonder what he was thinking about.

I suppose it’s always surprising to sisters that someone can fall in love with their brothers. I suppose that is because Lily never had James make her eat dirt when she was six. Not only did he make me eat the dirt but he told mum that I had done it all by myself.

My thoughts turned to Peter. I was really happy with him. He wasn’t the perfect boyfriend and that in my eyes made him perfect. James always showers Lily with compliments and little presents. Peter is a little more, how should I say this, cautious. He takes the time to analyze the way I’m feeling. He knows when to hug me. He knows when to just take my hand. He knows when to leave me alone. I love that he can tell. I turned my head away from that evil blackboard and looked over my shoulder at Peter.

Now I didn’t expect him to be staring at the back of my head dreamily or anything but I was surprised to see where he was staring. His head was kind of tilted to the side and he was staring right across the table at Lily. There was no mistaking it. His eyes were fixed on Lily. I caught Valarie’s eye for a second and she gave me a look, but I couldn’t tell if it was friendly or sinister. I turned back to Professor Fick feeling a sick sort of bubble grow in my chest. Peter was staring at Lily? Was he not over her? He was staring so hard. The way I used to stare at Sirius.

But I didn’t do it anymore. I would feel a little better if I found myself still daydreaming about Sirius. At least then I would be able to make sense of all this. Did he want her more than me? If James was out of the way would he go for it? Was I just second place?

Ok, chill. I need to relax. Thoughts like this aren’t going to help. For some reason I tuned back in to Professor Fick talking enthusiastically about capillaries. When it was over I stumbled out of the greenhouse in a daze.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked. I told you he could tell.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” I answered. Lily was right behind us and I couldn’t let her know about Peter’s feelings.

“Bye,” I said numbly to Peter, and walked away. I needed to walk. I didn’t have another class for another hour so I stumbled through the snow down to the frozen lake. I sat down under a big tree, snow clinging to it’s bare branches. I looked out at all the shimmery, snow. It was a silvery, white winter. I turned my head and noticed that Peter was following me. I took a calming breath and pushed myself to my feet. Maybe he didn’t know when I wanted to be alone. But did I really want to be alone? I wasn’t really sure.

He came to stand next to me, red in the face from the cold.

“Is there something going on that I don’t know about?”

I rubbed my eyes, not knowing where to start. Or even if it was important. Maybe he wasn’t really looking at her.

“It’s just that…” I started. Peter leaned in closer, indicating that I should keep going. “I saw you staring at Lily during the lecture. But I realize that you might not have even been looking at her…”

Peter cut me off.

“I was looking at her.”

“Where you thinking about her?” I asked next. He nodded.

“But its not…” he started, but I burst out.

“What?” I asked, in disbelief. “So you’re still thinking about her?” My voice was getting louder. I threw my hands up in the air.

“So you will probably always be thinking about her,” I shouted coldly. “And I will probably always be wondering if you are thinking about her.”

“Its not…” he started again.

“No,” I whispered. “I’m not going to be your girlfriend if you would rather be with her. I’m not going to be your second place. I’ve been second place to James my whole life and I’m sick of it.”

And then I walked away. I looked over my shoulder once and saw that Peter had not moved yet. He was looking very confused and I could tell his mind was working hard to solve what had just happened.

I was not really sure myself as to what had just occurred. It was like all my feelings about feeling second rate to James my whole life burst out when I saw Peter looking at Lily. I wanted to be wanted. I wanted Peter to want me first.


“It was only you’re first fight,” Jennie said, over dinner that night. “You’ll work it out.”

“He even admitted to thinking about her,” I muttered, taking my frustration out on my roll. I felt a little bad about telling Jennie about Peter’s feelings about Lily, but I knew she wouldn’t tell anyone if I told her not to.

“What else did he say?” Jennie asked.

“Not much,” I responded. “I did most of the talking.”

“I hope you let him talk at least a little,” my friend said jokingly.

Now that got me thinking. Had I given Peter a chance to explain? Not really. I just went off on my little tirade and kept cutting him off. I looked over to the Gryffindor table and caught Peter looking at me. Jennie followed my gaze.

“See?” she said to me, grinning. “He’s got eyes only for you.” Oh, did I start feeling bad. I hadn’t let the boy talk. I had let my emotions take over and didn’t let him get a word in edgewise. But then he did admit to thinking about her. I am so confused.

“Hey, do you know where Kristen is?” I asked, noticing the empty spot next to Jennie. “I haven’t seen her since Friday. “ Maybe she could help me work this whole mess out.

“You haven’t heard?” Jennie said in a low, suddenly serious, voice.

“Heard what?” I asked, leaning in closer to her.

“The muggle village that Kristen’s parents live in was attacked this weekend by Death Eaters.” Jennie paused for a minute and fiddled with her fork. “They killed a bunch of people, including her mother.”

“Oh my god,” I murmured weakly. Here I am, whining about petty problems when there is a war raging outside. It’s easier to forget when in Hogwarts. You don’t see or hear the pain from the outside world as much except when you can get hold of a copy of the Daily Prophet. I fell silent and couldn’t taste the food that I was robotically moving to my mouth.

I needed to talk to Peter. With all this hate in the world, I need to make things better. Before a lot of the students finished their dinner I bid Jennie farewell and went over to Peter.

He jumped to his feet when he saw me coming over.

“We need to talk,” we both said in unison when we came together. I grinned, he grinned back, and we headed up to the Common Room to talk.

Peter stated the password for the Fat Lady and we entered the Common Room, which was completely empty of all students. Peter sat down on one of the fluffy couches and pulled me down to sit next to him.

“Listen…” I started, but he held his hand up. I bit my lip.

“I’m going to talk now,” he said calmly. “And you are going to listen.” I nodded. He deserved a chance to talk.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking about in Herbology?”

“Do I?” I inquired timidly.

He sighed and continued,

“I was looking at Lily because I had just realized something. I just realized how wrong Lily was for me, and that nothing would ever have worked between us. Lily is a great girl but she doesn’t get me like you get me. When I’m with you, I’m happy/”

“Come on Peter,” I answered. “Lily’s perfect.” He shook his head.

“But it’s not Lily I care about.” He put his arm around my shoulders and I leaned my head against it.

“I’m sorry for overreacting,” I said slowly. “Its just that I’ve been noticing how I never think about Sirius anymore and it scared me to think that you might still be crushing on Lily and that I was just some temporary solution. I didn’t mean to freak out on you… but I kinda like you.”

“Really?” Peter asked sarcastically. “I had no idea.”

“Well you will!” I giggled, kissing him. I pulled him closer and we arranged ourselves against the arm of the couch. I was running my hands through his hair when a voice sounded through the Common Room.

“My eyes! My eyes!” it shrieked. Peter and I broke apart and I looked over to see James on the ground, with Sirius behind him.

“Congratulations,” Sirius grinned. “You killed Prongs.” He bent down by James. “Are you going to be ok buddy?”

“It’s so awful,” James whimpered. “I didn’t want to die this young.”

“Funny,” I said walking over with Peter. “You would think that I would be sad about my brother dying so suddenly. But I don’t really feel anything. He always was a bit of a jerk.”

“Hey!” James said, opening his eyes.

“He lives!” Peter exclaimed, pulling James to his feet.

“Darn,” I muttered. We all laughed, including James. We were still giggling when the Portrait Hole opened and two people entered. Valarie and Snape.

We all froze. For some reason my eyes locked instantly with Valarie’s. I didn’t know whether to smile or not.

Valarie and Snape overcame whatever was holding us still first and headed off into the Common Room.

“What’s he doing here?” Sirius asked, loudly after them. Valarie didn’t answer.

“What the hell is going on?” James hissed.

Yes! Another chapter completed. I’m sorry if this chapter was a little….um…can’t think of an appropriate word. I had severe writer’s block and *sigh* boy trouble this week. I hope you liked it though! If ya got some time leave a review! If not, thanks for reading.

Much Love,