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The Padfoot dude and me by Kelll

Format: Novella
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 5,349
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: Humor, Romance, Young Adult
Characters: Lupin, Sirius, Lily, James, Regulus, OC
Pairings: Sirius/OC, James/Lily

First Published: 09/10/2010
Last Chapter: 10/16/2010
Last Updated: 10/16/2010


My name is Keridian and I have been sent to the past. What would you do if you had the opportunity to change everything? To save James Potter and marry the infamous Mr. Black? Or would you just finish what Voldemort started?

Chapter 3: I want to throttle Potter

A/N: Hey, you! Thank you so much for your reviews. You have no idea how much they made my day! I hope you will like this chapter as much (and I apologize for the writing mistakes I probably wrote xD) as the first two. They are getting longer, so don't panic. R&R and you will be loved!

3. I want to throttle Potter

I raised an eyebrow and put on my ‘I’m so bored’- face.

“Good afternoon, Miss Walters. I hope your trip wasn’t too uncomfortable.” The old man’s eyes twinkled with amusement, which I ignored.

“What do you want and what will it take for me to get back home?” I wanted to know. I had no desire whatsoever to stay in this stupid time. I hadn’t seen one single girl who wore make-up. Not one! They all stared at my eyes as if I were a freak of nature, humpf.

Dumbledore frowned at me. “You will not talk like that in this office, young lady.”

“Please, call me Keridian.” I hated being called a lady. I’d rather be a slut or something of the kind than a ‘lady’. Because that reminded me of home. And thoughts of home weren’t good. At all.

“Keridian, you will enroll Hogwarts in this time. You’ll make friends and possibly you’ll even grow to love someone. I have no idea what will happen in the future, but we need to stop Voldemort,” Dumbledore told me sincerely.

“There’s nothing to stop. The Dark Lord will be stopped in a couple of years from now,” I told him grudgingly. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t in Voldemort’s little club of Death, yet, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t think his ideas were actually good. Especially when that Granger chick thought she was better than me again. Humpf.

“But at what cost?” His kind eyes regarded me with regret. “Will it be high? Will someone we love be taken from us? Will we continue to live in fear of something that might or might not happen?”

I rolled my eyes at the drama. “Regulus Black told me that I shouldn’t tell you about the future, sir.”

“I agree, you shouldn’t. But at what cost will the Dark Lord be stopped?” he asked me again.

I stayed quiet.

“Just answer the question, Keridian,” Regulus whispered in my ear.

I sighed deeply. “The cost will be high. Two people you know, trust and love will die for the cause. According to history they were unarmed, betrayed by someone close to them and therefore took by surprise. Their best friend will be sent to Azkaban, while he’s innocent of the crime he’s accused of doing. Do you need me to continue? Or shall I just mention the names?”

Dumbledore looked at me disapprovingly and shook his head. “This time has a lot to teach you, Keridian Walters. The passport of the Slytherin Common Room is ‘poisoned apple’. You may depart.”

I stood my ground. “You can’t make me stay.”

He got up from his chair, something I had never seen him do before. I mean. I hadn’t been that often in the Headmaster’s office, but I had never seen him this ticked off. Something told me that this Dumbledore didn’t like me very much. Come to think of it, the one in my own time hadn’t either. Maybe this was the reason. Maybe I had done something in the past, I mean, maybe I’m going to do something now, which will come back to haunt me in the future. I mean. Something that has haunted me in the past. I blinked. This time business was hurting my head. “Alright, alright. I’m leaving.”

“And you’ll stay here until further orders.”

Sheesh. He acted like I was his little minion or something. I went to the door, but then turned back. “Why me, professor? Why pick me?”

He calmed down and considered his words, before answering. “Because you’re the only one they’ll trust.”

I stared at him weirdly, nodded and then simply left. No matter how old Dumbledore was, he had always been weird. Not that my mental state was so much butter, but still.


“Good afternoon, all!” the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher greeted us happily. “We’ve got a new student in this class.”

I glowered at him. Was this really necessary? Seriously? Grmbl.

“Her name is Keridian Walters and she’s in Slytherin.”

“Yaaaaaaay! Another waste of space,” Sirius Black cheered, causing the Gryffindors to laugh.

I rolled my eyes. “Why, who knew men could be such dogs,” I stated clearly, which caused the smirk to fall right off of his face.

All the marauders stared at me, while the Gryffindors boo’ed. Black had been famous for being an Animagus, as had Peter Pettigrew. At least with the Slyths. We knew all about the traitorous rat. Which led me to assume that Potter had been one too, but I had no idea what that would’ve been. Or rather, what that is. The Golden Boy’s Patronus had been rumored to be a stag, that I knew.

The whole class was stunned into silence soon enough when everyone realized that their Sirius Stud Muffin Black hadn’t done anything to avenge him being called a dog. Actually, he just stared at me. I looked up when I felt his stare burn a hole into the left side of my face and looked straight back. I even smiled wickedly, as if to assure him that I knew a lot more than he was aware of.

Potter whispered something into Black’s ear and the latter threw me a haughty look. I rolled my eyes, returned the favor and focused again on the Defense teacher.

He cleared his throat. “Eerh… Right. So. This year I will teach you all how to perform a Patronus spell. Has anyone ever heard of it?”

Lily Evans’ hand shot into the air and I rolled my eyes. “Dear God,” I muttered, without realizing how loud I was being. “She’s as bad as that Granger girl.”

The Gryffindors glared at me, Potter taking the lead. Oh, right. Crazy teenager in love. How dare I forget about that?

I sniggered. “Lovesick maggot,” I whispered to my neighbor who nearly laughed his head off, which caused me to raise an eyebrow again. Seriously. I wasn’t that funny.

“Miss Evans?”

“It is used to defend yourself from Dementors, professor. It is best to think of a memory that makes you happy, preferable the happiest you have. And then, when spoken out correctly, your spell will be bound to be successful. It will not kill the Dementor,” she added in afterthought, “it will merely fend them off as long as you are able to remain concentrated.”

“Very well, Miss Evans, ten points to Gryffindor.”

I almost snorted. She was Granger in red. I glowered at the girl. Mother of the Chosen One or not, I already knew she was going to be a pain in my ass.

“Alright! Let’s try it with a little pressure, shall we? I’m going to put you in pairs and I do not want any of you to complain, understood?” I just shrugged. I already knew the bloody spell, since I was supposed to go to my seventh year instead of the sixth where I seem to be landed in. Seriously, people. It was just getting interesting at my own Hogwarts, no need for the drama of this one.

I zoned out until I heard him call my name. “Walters with Potter.” I groaned.

“But-” I started to protest.

“No buts. Get over there.” I glowered at him, but did as asked.

I went over to stand besides Potter and crossed my arms. “If I hear the name of Lily Evans one time, I’ll hex you into the next century,” I told Potter brusquely.

Potter just narrowed his eyes at me. “No worries there, Slytherin,” he arrogantly sneered at me. “I wouldn’t delight you with any of my marvelous thoughts.”

Marvelous… I snorted. “Why thank you, Gryffindor. Such a delight it is to not hear your thoughts at all.” I even did a little courtesy. Cockroach.

He glared at me.

I glared back.

“Dear God, Potter. Stop trying to kill the new girl with your eyes,” Lily Evans told him annoyed. “You’re distracting everyone with your childish games.”

“If it is games you wish to play, my loveliest witch of all witches, me and my roguishly handsome body will love to play them with you.”

Oh, please. I looked him over. “Roguishly? Handsome? Seriously. I don’t see it,” I muttered, causing the redheaded Granger to smile at me, while Potter tried to kill me with his ‘roguishly handsome’ eyes again.

“Ah. Finally a sensible person,” she praised, before she left and paired up with Peter Pettigrew. Not fair. Why did she get paired with one of her own House?

“She’s Slytherin, that cancels out the possibility of ever being sensible,” Potter muttered darkly.

I merely raised an eyebrow and waited for him to finish.


“Should I get some Butterbeer? Then we can all enjoy this self pity party you seem to be throwing,” I told him sweetly.

“Please refrain from talking.”

Oh, so polite. I smiled widely, he just rolled his eyes. “Just say the bloody spell, Potter.” I sat down on a chair and leaned back, studying the ceiling.

I heard him mutter something else, but didn’t listen to what he was throwing a party for this time.

Instead of complaining, he just did as I had asked him to do and performed the spell. His face was full with male smugness when he showed off his stag. A stag. I almost fell off of my chair and onto the ground, my face in utter shock.

Did this mean that Potter’s Patronus was a stag as I had originally thought?

“Come on, Slytherin. Try to top this one,” he said, before he got praised by the teacher and had earned another ten points for Gryffindor.

I rolled my eyes, took my wand and concentrated on a happy thought. Me and Karen having a pillow fight in the middle of the night, causing to wake up all of our roomies. I smiled, when I murmured the spell softly and a howling wolf came out of mine. I smiled at it, petted it’s head fondly and then turned around to look at Potter.

“Ten points to miss Walters! Amazing. This is wonderful!” The teacher, whose name I really should learn soon, clapped his hands.

Potter stared at my Patronus for a long time, while his stag attacked my wolf.

“That’s… Huh.” He turned around and sent Sirius Black a wary looking glance. “Really strange.”

I just smirked. A Patronus charm was very advanced magic. So I can only imagine their surprise at how a simple Slytherin was able to produce one.

Black merely shrugged and continued. Not soon after his eyes closed, to concentrate, a big, black dog joined my wolf and James’ stag. The wolf and the dog attacked each other, snarling and howling. I frowned at them, while Potter was staring at me. Sirius Black sauntered over and crossed his arms across his chest. “What do you know?” he asked me slowly, but menacing nonetheless.

“Me? This Slytherin? Oh.” I tugged on a random Slytherin’s sleeve. “Please catch me,” I told him, “I’m going to faint. Sirius Black spoke to me!” I acted like I was hyperventilating and the Slytherin grinned at me, sending an angry look at the boys and then turned back to his spell-casting.

“Very funny,” Black told me, eyes narrowed. “What did you mean with that last phrase?”

“That … I… was… going… to… faint,” I said really slow, so I could be sure he’d catch it.

If someone could have steam coming out of his ears, it would’ve been Sirius Black. “Do not mock me, Slytherin. What do you know? What has Snape told you?”

“That Gryffindors are scum,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Potter took a menacing step towards me. “I dare you to repeat that.”

“Take it easy, love sick puppy. We wouldn’t want Romeo to be killed before he could’ve courted the fair Juliet, now would we?”

He blinked, not getting my well thought over punch line. “No humor whatsoever,” I complained.

“Who’s Juliet?” Black wanted to know.

Potter frowned. “Who’s Romeo?”

“You guys really should start reading more,” another voice stated. I looked to my right and saw that Remus Lupin had joined our little party. Hm. He had left early in third year because he was a werewolf, right? Hm. Interesting.

Potter rolled his eyes and Black merely grinned. “You’re cracking me up here, Moony.”

“Moony” just rolled his eyes at them and then turned to me. “How come a Slytherin knows about Romeo and Juliet?” he asked me kindly.

“Because they were probably haters of everything human too,” Potter declared.

“Go write a sonnet for Evans, Potter,” I sneered.

“Go back to your own side of the classroom, Walters,” he sneered back.

“Grow up. Sheesh. No wonder she doesn’t want to date you!”

He was trying to murder me with his eyes. Again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. And if you will not answer the question Moony has asked you, you need to leave. Now.”

“Or what?” I taunted. “You’ll do what?!”

“I’ll make you,” he hissed.

“Prongs, mate,” Black said, his hand on Potters shoulder.

I was shaking with anger, but fought to keep the expression of mild amusement on my face. “Seriously,” I said, looking Potter over once more, “I’m not surprised, she doesn’t want to.” I then turned to Lupin and made a haughty look appear on my face. “My mother educated me well. You got problems with that?” I lied smoothly. I actually read them to get on my parents’ nerves, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Not at all,” Lupin said calmly, eyeing his friend warily.

“Good,” I told them just as the bell rang. “Have a very, very nice day,” I said, exaggerating once more by curtseying for Potter again.

“She’s really peculiar,” Black stated.

“That she is,” Lupin agreed.

“Agh. I don’t care. I just frigging hate her,” Potter exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes, picked up my bag and left the bloody classroom. Stupid Potter and his stupid friends.