"Potter, what - the - bloody - hell do you think you are doing waking me up at three in the morning?" I growl, finally pulling open the door after TWENTY FOUR obnoxious knocks on it. Being Head Girl does come with it's privileges, including private chambers from the rest of the Gryffindors. Unfortunately, James Potter, being the head boy, has quite easy access to mine. Though who am I kidding, Potter might be a prat, but he's my prat. And this easy access does have it's perks, one in particular being no Sirius Black to complain about us "snogging like the love-struck couple [we] are." But considering the current circumstances, I'm really not too pleased about it.
"Nice to see you too." He runs his hand through his hair, like he always does when he's nervous. Before I can respond he says, "Listen, there's something I want to talk to you about, it's kind of important."
"And your absolutely positive it can't wait until morning?"
"Oh, just let me sit down! This is serious, Lily." With that, I invite him inside and we both take a seat on the bed. He looks at me, awaiting permission to explain. I nod.
"It's about Remus. Please don't interrupt until I'm finished, because it is quite a long story." He glances up nervously. "In our second year here, Sirius, Peter, and I figured out that-that Remus was a werewolf." I had figured that much for myself, thank you, I'm not clueless, but I didn't interrupt. "Every full moon he was taken to the Shrieking Shack by some of the professors, but without anything to attack during his transformations, he would hurt himself instead. We-we wanted to help, so the three of us did a bit of research. We wanted to be there for Lupin during the transformations, but in our human forms we stood no chance. So we became unregistered Animagi." He looks up at me, like he's expecting me to have a fit or punch him, either or. Instead, I clear my throat, a bit stunned.
"What animal are you?" I ask softly.
"I'm a stag. Sirius is a dog. And Peter… Well, Peter's a rat."
"Uh, thanks for telling me." I respond, not quite sure what I'm supposed to say.
"Lily, I don't want you to think any differently of me, okay? Please tell me you don't think differently." He pleads.
"James, I don't think differently of you. And if I did, I would only think better. There aren't many people who have the kindness to go through such measures for a friend." I hesitate. "I love you." I say, removing his hand from his hair. He blushes slightly and smiles.
"I love you too."