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A/N: I am currently in the process of rewriting/adding to the first few chapters of this story. I'm pretty sure you can see the difference in the quality of writing from when I started writing this story to the latest chapter. I'm hoping to bring the quality of the first few chapters up to scratch. So just know it gets better! :)

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What do you say to the boy you’ve been in love with for 6 years when he is sitting in your compartment with his two very attractive friends?

What do you say to any of them when you’ve been in their house for 6 years and you haven’t ever spoken a word to them? Ever.

Do you ask them how their holiday was? No what if they had a bad time and don’t want to talk about it?

What about the weather? The weather’s always a safe subject.

Yeah. Sure. The first thing I’m ever going to say to the boy I’ve been dying to talk to for years is ‘Oh look, it’s raining’.

I don’t think so.

Uh oh. It’s starting to get awkward. They’ve stopped talking amongst themselves and are now looking at me.

Wait. Maybe I should go back and fill you in.

My name is Shaylee Sanchez, or more commonly known as 'What's-her-name'. Cool right?


I’m a seventh year Gryffindor so yes; I’m in the same house as the infamous marauders. No, I’ve never dated any of them, which is saying something seeing as half the female population has dated Sirius Black, however briefly.

I may sorta, kinda, maybe have this giant crush on Remus Lupin...

Oh alright! You've got me! I'm in love with Remus Lupin! What's so wrong with that huh? Okay, besides the fact he doesn't know who I am... and the fact that he's a Marauder... and the fac- Oh alright! I get the point!

Anyway, moving on...

I’m not sure anyone even knows I exist, least of all Remus Lupin.

And for that, that is why I strongly dislike Lily Evans. My mum says I'm not actually supposed to say I hate someone, so strongly dislike it is.

I think I am the only person in all of Hogwarts to actually strongly dislike Lily Evans. She is so well liked that it makes me dislike her even more.

I’m not jealous of her, no sir not me… Well maybe a little. But it’s all her fault!

Let me take you back to our first year.

Aww look it’s little 11 year old me! Oh Merlin, my mother actually let me wear that to my first day of Hogwarts?! God, what was she thinking? Clearly she wanted to embarrass me to death. Oh right, back to the story.

I was so nervous I wanted to be sick, which is really gross but that’s how I felt. You see, when I get nervous, I tend to get jittery and jumpy like I’ve had too much coffee or something. I also get extremely clumsy but that’s nothing new. I’m just naturally clumsy.

Well as you could imagine, like every other first year, I was nervous as hell.

Just on the way to the station I managed to trip at least 3 times, nearly get run over by a granny on a scooter and worst of all, got hit by a parked car. Did I mention this was all before 11 o’clock?

When my mum and I finally make it too Kings Cross, thankfully in one piece, we were very nearly late. After a hurried goodbye and a few tears from mum, I was able to get onto the train just as it was starting to move.

I was stumbling down the hallway, following a girl with vivid red hair. I was looking for a compartment that wasn’t completely full, when suddenly the train gave a jerk.  Luckily, being the graceful person that I am, I was able to regain my balance.

As if.

Of course I wouldn’t be so lucky as to not embarrass myself within the first minute of being on the Hogwarts Express.

As the train gave a jerk, I found myself being propelled forward into the back of the red headed girl, also known as Lily Evans, which caused us both to go tumbling into an open compartment door.

Lily was lucky and fell onto the lap of an attractive, well as attractive as an 11 year old can get, boy and didn’t hurt a hair on her pretty little head.

I wasn’t so lucky.

I ended up laying face first on the dirty compartment floor, laughter ringing in my ears and nose steadily bleeding.

I hurriedly picked myself up, eyes stinging, threatening tears forming, and was able to quickly glance around the compartment.

That was the first time I ever saw Remus Lupin, with his sandy blonde hair, his amber eyes and his... well I'll just leave it at that shall I? 

From then on, I had the biggest crush on him. It wasn’t until half way through third year when I was walking down the corridor and he was walking the other way that he waved at me. That’s when I fell in love with him.

As it turns out, just as I was raising my hand to wave back while trying not to faint from the pure thought of Remus Lupin noticing me, Lily Evans, who was walking just in front of me, waved back.

Talk about gutted.

But back to first year. I fled from the compartment so fast; it was as if I was never there in the first place.

I was hoping beyond hope that no one had actually noticed I was there. But it seemed Lily Evans didn’t think she just randomly fell into a compartment on her own accord. She had seen my face and has strongly disliked it for the past six years.

I know she blames me for James Potter forever bugging her. You see it was his lap she fell onto and it seems I wasn’t the only one who formed an instant crush that day.

But enough about Evans, I could seriously rant all day but I won’t because that would get extremely boring and even I would get sick of myself.

I had always been a shy person but was hoping to change that when I went to Hogwarts. Well obviously that didn’t happen. After crashing so embarrassingly into the Marauders compartment, I tried to avoid them in case one of the recognized me. None of they ever did.

Of course I tried to talk to the other kids in my classes but most of the time, everyone was too caught up in whatever crazy prank the Marauders were pulling or they wanted to talk about them. I was so set on avoiding them that it didn’t really leave much for me to talk about with anyone.

And okay I admit it, after a while I stopped trying to befriend people. The other girls my age just didn’t get my humor, or they thought I was weird because I had no interest in the latest issue of Witch Weekly or beauty potions. I wanted to run around outside and climb trees. I loved dinner time and ate as much as I could. I didn’t care if I got dirty, well only when Filch yelled at me for tracking mud through the castle. I also loved watching, not playing, Quidditch and went to every match.

That was just the girls though. The boys were a whole different story. You would think that since I liked doing a lot of the same stuff as they did, that we would get along. We didn’t. They scared the hell out of me! Boys were, and still are, a complete and utter mystery to me. I don’t run screaming in the opposite direction of them anymore, but I still have no clue how to interact with them. Mostly I just avoid them.

So basically I’ve been drifting through life at Hogwarts barely being noticed by even the teachers let alone any of the Marauders.

I practically live in the library seeing as how I’m in there before classes, after classes, before dinner, after dinner… yeah, my life sucks.

My best friends are books and quite possibly the giant squid.

So you can imagine my surprise when the school player, the almost obsessive stalker and the love of my life waltzed into my compartment on the first day of our seventh year and barely without a glance at me, situated themselves in the many available seats and started talking animatedly amongst themselves.

And that brings us to where we first started.

Oh Merlin. Remus has noticed that I’m actually in the compartment. He was half way through laughing at something funny that James had just said when he glanced over my way and caught my eyes.

I’m beyond nervous. I could pee my pants. But I won’t. Well I hope to god I don’t. Oh Merlin, now I need to go to the toilet. Shutupshutupshutup.

What do I say? He’s just looking at me. Oh God! Now Black and Potter have realised I’m here too. Why are they just looking at me? Is there something on my face?

I was actually half way raising my hand to swipe at my face in case I had accidentally left some of my breakfast there, when the boy I’ve been looking at from afar for so many years spoke to me.


Hello. Hello. HELLO! Remus Lupin has said ‘Hello’ to me. I’m not sure if I’m actually awake or not. If anyone pinches me I’ll kill them. Even if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up from it.

I’m still in slight shock when I hear Black sniggering.

I’m such a loser. The Remus Lupin is talking to me and all I can do is sit here with my mouth hanging open like some demented goldfish. I seriously need some social skills and fast.

I fight the urge to smack myself in the head for looking like such a loser, and finally answer the patiently waiting Remus in my most confident and cool voice that I have.

“Uh… h-hi,” I mentally remind myself to smack myself in the head when I’m in the privacy of my dorm.

Remus gives me a small smile, that nearly melts my insides to mush, and goes to say something when Sirius beats him too it.

“So…” Sirius begins, "What's your name?"

I have the urge to scrunch my nose up and refuse to tell him my name. I mean, come on! I've been in the same house as him for 6 freaking years!

I will not tell him my name. And that's final. 

“It’s Shaylee,” I half mutter, half mumble as I look down at my hands in my lap.


Wait. They didn’t hear me.

“What did she say?” James asked, not bothering to be discrete in the slightest.

“I think she said Bailey? Is your name Bailey?” Sirius asked me, not even pausing to let me answer.

I opened my mouth to tell them that in fact, no my name is not Bailey, when Remus beat me too it.

“Her name is Shaylee,” Remus said, pronouncing my name perfectly. Is it possible to fall in love with someone again just because they can say your name correctly?

“Ohh,” James and Sirius said in unison, “Why didn’t you say so?”

Remus just shook his head at his two friends and turned towards me. I'm going to die, I swear.

“Hi Shaylee. I’m Remus Lupin,” he said while extending his hand towards me to shake. With a shaky hand, I surprised myself that I had actually managed any movement at all, I put my hand into Remus firm yet soft hand.

“I know!” I said before I could stop myself. I was so caught up in the fact that I was actually touching Remus Lupin that I wasn’t even thinking of what I was saying.

I’m touching Remus Lupin! The Remus Lupin! Oh my god! OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod. Ohmy-

And after that delightful thought, I do believe I fainted. 

A/N: Ta-da! First chapter (: How did you like it? 

Do you like Shaylee? I would really love some feedback about the story so far and Shaylee as a character.

Thanks for reading!


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