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AN: Takes place in the beginning of Harry's third year at Hogwarts. Snape/Lupin paring (sort of)
"Poor Moony. He's so kind, so smart, so shy, so innocent, so caring, so understanding. He is wasted on you." Potter stated. I tried my best to ignore him and finish my sentences. "You don't deserve Moony's kindness." He said. I wondered why he even tried; I don't even know who Moony is! He wants me to ask. I thought. He wants me to talk. I won't give him the pleasure. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Half and hour until detention is over. I can stand half an hour without cracking.
"I still don't understand what he sees." He informed me. "Why you?" he asked knowing I still had no idea what he was talking about. I tried to concentrate on my sentences. I must not use Dark spells on fellow Hogwarts students. "You probably don't even know his first name!" Potter exclaimed. "You don't even know who I'm talking about, do you?" My quill hesitated giving him answer enough. Why won't Professor come back yet? I thought. He wouldn't dare talk to me like that if there was a witness! "I knew it!" he exclaimed. "Five years and you don't even know his nickname, let alone name!" I honestly tried my best not to retort, not to talk, but his next comment threw me over the edge. "He loves you and you don't even know his name! He's in love with you and is probably going to kill me if he ever finds out I told you. God knows he has the power." He mumbled the last sentence. I stopped writing.
"It's not going to work." I informed him. He looked at me with a seemingly innocent face, "What's not going to work?" he asked, "All I said was the truth." I tried to keep my temper in check at his innocent voice. "Do you think I'm that gullible?" I asked him. He blinked not understanding, but not wanting to ask. "I'm not going to play your stupid little games Potter," I told him. I notice a shadow becoming darker on the other side of the door. I could just barely make out in the corner of my eye that it was about five minutes after we were supposed to leave. "I'm not going to fall for your stupid little lies, Potter." I said standing up and walking over to place my finished sentences on the desk.
I suddenly felt hot breath on my neck and paled. I turned my back to Potter! I thought amazed at my stupidity. "I'm not lying," he whispered into my ear, "Moony's in love with you and always shall be, I swear on my soul." Just then the door opened and Professor Slughorn made his way in. "Looks like your time is-" I was out the door before he could finish.
I sat writing out some grades at my desk. A few feet away Potter and Weasly were quietly chatting, while sorting out some papers I had assigned them for this detention. I basically ignored them until I heard James Potter's voice echo throughout the room, "Poor Moony," I looked up. Harry Potter had a sad look on his face. "Which one is Moony again?" Weasly asked. Potter rolled his eyes. "Professor Lupin of course!" he exclaimed. My heart skipped a beat. LUPIN? No, it can't be true. They must be lying. Potter's are good at that. "Right, werewolf, moon, hence Moony, duh." Weasly said to himself. "Good job Ron." Potter said sarcastically. Moony? Of course how could I be so dumb! But no, it's not Lupin. It can't be. James probably wrote down somewhere the nickname and his idiot of a son found it and must've made the connection between the moon and Lupin. Moony isn't his nickname. I glanced at the clock, 10:07 I was supposed keep them until 10:30 and had planned on keeping them until at least 11:00 but there was only one way to know the truth. As calmly as I could fake I stopped grading and looked at the two idiots. "I think you've suffered enough," I said lying, "You may go." They both had a shocked expression. "Go?" Potter asked dumbly. "But we've only been here ten minutes!" Weasly exclaimed. "I'm sorry, would you rather stay?" I asked pretended I care. The boys tripped over each other in their race to get out.
I ran down the hall staying in the shadows. I ran up the stairs and knocked on the door. Lupin answered almost immediately, he had obviously not been asleep. "Severus?" he asked tilting his head with a light frown of confusion. "A long time ago James Potter gave you a nickname, what is it?" I asked much quicker than I had intended. I couldn't wait for him to tell me it was some dumb name like 'Books' or something. I couldn't wait for him to tell me it wasn't Moony. He tilted his head and had a confused expression on his face. "Why?" he asked. "What was your Marauder's nickname?" I pressed. He held up his hands to single that he meant no harm. "All right, all right, I surrender," amusement shone in his eyes. "It was Moony okay? I trust you can figure out why." He said. Then his expression changed to that of worry. "Are you all right?" he asked "You look ill." Before he could say or do anymore I was at the bottom of the stairs running as fast as I could away from him. The whole time James Potter's words echoed in my head. IT'S LUPIN!
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