Love of my life Chapter 1: Padfoot, a harry potter fanfic

Love of my Life

Disclaim: I don't own Harry Potter; if I did, well, let's just say there would be a lot of changes. *Cough*Kill-Ron*Cough*Because-He's-A-Waste-Of-Space*Cough* Sorry, I have a bit of a cough. XD

Note: Once upon a time in a far away land I like to call Jacksonville, there once lived two people. When these persons met in middle school they became the best of friends! The two loved to write and one year they decided to write an original story together. The story was to be about Wonderland but with a lot of differences but pretty much with the same concept. Well from the start ever thing went topsy-turvy! The Cheshire cat became just Shire, the Mad Hatter became Sirius Black (get it! Because he's mad! AHAHAH!!), the Mad Rabbet became Snape, the human Mad Rabbet (Hikaru Ondo) became Percy, and Alice became Wicker. And that is how this fan fiction was born.

I would like to give the most honorable thanks to Miss. Brittany herself, who dragged me into the dark and inescapable pit that is HP pairings. Where would I be without you?

IMPORTANT!!!

This fan fiction takes place in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. It is a fan fiction so not everything is right on the book. Also, please forget all about Crookshanks for me or this story will never work. Just say that…oh…we cooked him up for dinner. We couldn't help ourselves! He was so plump and juicy! Keep in mind, this fan fiction is very old, so it may not be the best of my works.

Any who, enjoy!!

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Chapter one: Padfoot

Shire's POV

"Shire, watch your step," Percy held out a hand to me. I took it and pulled myself to my feet. "Thanks, some first year shoved me excited to get to the Fat Lady," I snarled, patting the dirt from my robes then tucking my long tan-blonde hair out of my blue eyes. We rejoined the stream of Gryffindors up the marble steps toward the hidden entrance to Gryffindor Tower. "I don't know where they get the energy. I'm always dead tired after The Sorting." Percy just smiled down at me, "We used to be like that you know." I simply rolled my eyes. The group had now reached the large portrait, stopping in front of it. "Password?," she asked. "I'll take care of this one," he smiled at me. We were both Head Boy and Girl. "See you later, then?," he asked. "Sure, maybe a trip to Hogsmeade together," I waved at him as he pushed through the crowd to get to the front. I swear I saw scarlet run across his face. He had become so different. It was now clear that he was not my friend, the young boy from first year Gryffindor who stumbled every time he used a spell but now was my friend, the smart young handsome man who wanted to be more then friends.

Once in the common room, I dashed up the stairs to the girls' dormitory and opened a box of Every Flavored Beans. I was quite addicted. I grabbed my favorite book, plopped on my bed, and began to read. "You're not changing?," said a familiar voice. I looked up to see my best friend Wicker. She was already in her pink p.j.'s, which had cute yellow chicks on them that danced on the enchanted cloth. She was brushing her short black hair as she sat on her bed, which was next to mine. "I'm going out tonight," I put down the book and popped a light blue bean in my mouth. Apparently, it tasted like the sky. "What about the dementors?," she asked as if not really all that worried about it. "I'm sure they won't bug me," I popped another bean in my mouth. "Ok, good night then," Wicker said as she pulled her covers to her nose and turned out the light.

I waited till a horrid hour in the night, being positive that no one was awake. Then pushing the covers aside, I hopped off the bed, landing on all four. I dashed silently out of Gryffindor tower, walked gently down the hall, swinging my tail in the air. I did not bother hiding when Miss. Norris trotted passed me; I merely said hello, she nodding in reply, and walked on. As I reached the ground floor, I leaped up to a window and landed safely on the grass covered ground outside. I started toward the Whomping Willow, when a few yards away I saw one. A dementor headed my way. As it passed, it stopped, and gazing down at me. Then with a cold boney hand it reached down and, my word, patted me on the head! I've never felt so petrified in my life! But soon it went on its way. Nothing weird about a tan little kitty cat out for a midnight stole, right? I slipped into the secret tunnel and soon come upon the empty room in the Shrieking Shack.

The Shrieking Shack had always been my get away from everything; family problems, school, friends, and the rest of the commotion of the world. A place I could think, cry. It was my sanctuary, my home away from home. As I jumped out of the hole I came upon the deserted room, crept into the hall, and when up the old stair case, hopping on each step as I climbed. I poked my head into the bed room and froze. A black dog was asleep on the bed. 'A dog! In my bed! We'll see about this!,' I thought to myself as I leaped into the room.

I was sure that I had not made a sound as I came into the room but the dog seemed to hear me and rolled over to look at me. But when had rolled over he had turned into a man. An animagus?! Had to be. Damn it's a small world. As he sat up I got a better look at him. He looked at me with cold black eyes and his hair was a mess along with his clothes. He waved a hand at me.

"Here kitty kitty~3"

Here I was stunned to see a rough looking man in my castle and he was calling me over like I was some old friend! He looked homeless and lonely so I took a step forward. But wait, what if he's crazed with hunger and he really wants to eat me! I didn't want to be eaten! Think, Shire, think! I did the first thing that came to mind.

"Meow."

"Come here, I won't hurt you."

Though this may have been a trick so he could fry me up for dinner, for some reason I trusted him. Maybe it was those cold lonely eyes. They seemed to be so welcoming and yet so, so… I can't even find the words. I walked over to him.

"That's a good girl," he picked me up gently, placing me in his lap. It was surprisingly comfy. He scratched my head and I couldn't help myself to purr loudly. "What's your name," he asked as he scratched behind my ears. "Shire," I purred. "That's a pretty name." Wait, was I talking human? I didn't think about it. "Well you can call me Padfoot. It's not as pretty as yours but it will do." He laid back down on his side and held me as he did. I purred and nudged into his chest. "It's so good to have someone to talk to, to be out of that hell hole, to be out of Azkaban.

He began to tell me his story. How someone had framed him and he was now going after him. As I listened I started to doze off. "Shire, will you help me?," he whispered to me. "Sure," I said. "Shire?" At that moment I had transformed, right there in his arms, and instantly fell asleep.

Chapter one- Padfoot-end

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