Twisted Triangle

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other multi-billion dollar stories, cause if I did, I wouldn't be here right now. I'd be launching a national debate about echidnas and platypuses.

Chapter 1: Living Contradiction

Many times have I ridden this train all the way to Hogwarts and all the way back, but never in my six years as the compartment seemed so small. I'm sure that the light didn't focus directly on him like a spotlight, and I never remember it being this warm. It seems as thou whatever cursed dignity that watched over me, was testing the hell out of me.

But damn it, I'm only human. Okay, so maybe I'm a bit more, but still. When Sirius noticed the heating oddity of the compartment and began to remove his layers until it was only the trunk we used a game board for Exploding Snape, that separated me from his gleaming six pack…I made my escape.

I cursed my so called friends for leaving me in such a predicament. James and Lily had gone to a compartment at the head of the train to talk of headship. Peter meanwhile, had found a nice piece of cheese to curl up with leaving me to make idle conversation with the boy-wonder of real life. It was bad enough that he had worn new cologne that sent my senses spinning but he also seemed to have worked out even more over the summer. He had massive muscles all over now. All I could do was stair helplessly.

Over the last couple of years I have been forced to watch as my friend flirted with all the girls inside and outside Hogworts' walls. He had been named Gryffindor's Sex God for three years, held the record for most consecutive bangs in on night, got the nickname The Juggler for being able to keep three girls in one closet and keep all of them happy, know as the over all Prank Master, has caused a wide spread of complaints from Slytherins wanting to change to other houses because Sirius refused to date them, and has dated every girl (minus the Slytherins of coarse) at least twice.

I began to watch him without even knowing I was. Slight glances between his bangs just to watch him laugh at some idea James had just run by him. I became a master of unconscious watching. I familiarized myself with his movements and habits, hell I could write a book on him. I probably know him better than I know myself. But while I watched and learned I realized. Sirius Black would never want a shabby werewolf like me.

Ah, but here we have hit the nail on the head. Werewolf.

The term werewolf comes from the Anglo-Saxon word 'were' meaning man and wolf, were-wolf, man-wolf. It's the second part of that statement that's the problem. It's a natural instinct for a wolf to seek out the strongest female to mate with. An Alpha has to have the best after all. Of coarse my wolf half had to betray me again. He chose the hot tempered, red head, Lily Evens, my friend's girl friend.

It's a Conflict of instincts and no matter which I chose I will loose a lot more than I could ever hope to gain back. Not to mention I would rip one half of my being to shreds So I sit in the corner and try to suppress my feelings, ignoring the odd butterflies I get from Lily and the more embarrassing reaction I get from Sirius. No both sides of me are empty as I continue to fight a loosing battle. My life is like trying to get James' hair to lie flat…Imposable.