Wolfstar
written by Silver Lupin-Black
Because I read all the wolfstar books already ;) In progress This starts in October of their 5th year. Right now its about Christmas Hope you enjoy! ;) There are currently six chapters. Happy Holidays!
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Padfoot
Chapter 2
AAUUAAUG!!!
Why am I so in love????
He's so sweet, but he'd never love me back...
I try to flirt and he thinks I'm trying to annoy him. The truth is I love him and I have terrible communication skills. ;)
I joke when I'm nervous.
What would James say?
I put down my homework that I'm only half-concentrating on and walk out of the portrait hole, down to the quittich pitch where, as I expected, Prongs is showing off his broom skills to Wormtail, a group of 4th year girls, and a very disgruntled Lily.
"Prongs! Hey, Prongs!" I shout. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure Padfoot!"
He flies down, dismounts his broom and tosses it to Wormtail.
We begin our walk through the grounds, the two of us.
About halfway to Hagrid's cabin, I stop.
"James, I have to tell you something."
He looks at me, almost concerned. He speaks in a whisper.
"You only call me James when somethings really serious."
"Well," I say, "This is pretty big."
"Yeah?"
"James, I think I love, no, I know I love..."
"Who?" His voice is filled with concern, excitement, and a little scared. "Who is it?"
"Moony-Well, Remus..."
I look into his face, which is blank with shock. I have no idea what he's thinking.
"What?!" To my horror, his voice is angry.
"I don't care if you don't accept me for liking a guy," I say in a hard, clear tone, though my voice is shaking. James is mad, he doesn't accept me-
"What?!" He says. "No-I don't care about that! Just, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
My face relaxes, and I let out my breath. "So your okay with-"
"Of course I am!" He says, slightly offended. "Your my best mate, Padfoot, and I don't care if your gay, straight or somewhere in between."
I'm laughing with relief now. I hug him, so happy my best friend still loves me. He smiles.
"You thought I would me mad, didn't you, Padfoot?" He begins laugh in and hugs me back.
But we weren't alone that night. Little did I know at this very moment, a short, pale Slytherin boy we knew only too well was rushing off, probably to tell Lily of his news. His greasy black hair trailing behind him, 15-year old Severus Snape ran as quietly as he could back up to the castle.
Why am I so in love????
He's so sweet, but he'd never love me back...
I try to flirt and he thinks I'm trying to annoy him. The truth is I love him and I have terrible communication skills. ;)
I joke when I'm nervous.
What would James say?
I put down my homework that I'm only half-concentrating on and walk out of the portrait hole, down to the quittich pitch where, as I expected, Prongs is showing off his broom skills to Wormtail, a group of 4th year girls, and a very disgruntled Lily.
"Prongs! Hey, Prongs!" I shout. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure Padfoot!"
He flies down, dismounts his broom and tosses it to Wormtail.
We begin our walk through the grounds, the two of us.
About halfway to Hagrid's cabin, I stop.
"James, I have to tell you something."
He looks at me, almost concerned. He speaks in a whisper.
"You only call me James when somethings really serious."
"Well," I say, "This is pretty big."
"Yeah?"
"James, I think I love, no, I know I love..."
"Who?" His voice is filled with concern, excitement, and a little scared. "Who is it?"
"Moony-Well, Remus..."
I look into his face, which is blank with shock. I have no idea what he's thinking.
"What?!" To my horror, his voice is angry.
"I don't care if you don't accept me for liking a guy," I say in a hard, clear tone, though my voice is shaking. James is mad, he doesn't accept me-
"What?!" He says. "No-I don't care about that! Just, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
My face relaxes, and I let out my breath. "So your okay with-"
"Of course I am!" He says, slightly offended. "Your my best mate, Padfoot, and I don't care if your gay, straight or somewhere in between."
I'm laughing with relief now. I hug him, so happy my best friend still loves me. He smiles.
"You thought I would me mad, didn't you, Padfoot?" He begins laugh in and hugs me back.
But we weren't alone that night. Little did I know at this very moment, a short, pale Slytherin boy we knew only too well was rushing off, probably to tell Lily of his news. His greasy black hair trailing behind him, 15-year old Severus Snape ran as quietly as he could back up to the castle.
