She thought her life was over – but fate gave her another chance, in a world of magic. Now, running around Hogwarts with James Potter and his friends, she's about to make choices that will change the future in ways she never thought possible…
Marauder's Phase
CHAPTER THREE
Seriously?
I was exhausted, and I flopped down on the forest floor as if to prove it to myself. I put my head on my paws, yawned widely (showing all my teeth) and just slept, not caring who – or what – found me.
As it turned out…I probably should have cared…
As I slept I wondered: Am I still Emma?
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No One's P.O.V:
It was obvious that Remus' friends would find him, partially attracted by the white wolf's howls, and partially because Sirius, in the form of the huge black dog, sniffed him out.
Sirius, James and Peter transformed to find their friend staggering to his feet, looking pale and worn-out, but nonetheless alive.
"Yo, Moony," James said, coming up to his friend and steadying him, making sure he didn't stagger. "You okay?" James had messy, gravity-defying black hair, hazel eyes and glasses. He wore black robes, a grey shirt, grey jumper, grey trousers, sneakers, and a gold and maroon Gryffindor scarf.
Remus "Moony" nodded. He too was wearing the Hogwarts school uniform, but his hair was hardly gravity-defying. "Yes, quite alright." He said. "Guys, I'm sorry…" He began, but Sirius waved him off, looking impatient.
"S'kay." Also dressed in school uniform, but with his scarf hanging loosely on either side of his neck, Sirius was one of the most good-looking boys in the whole fifth year. He had blueish-violet eyes and black hair that hung across his eyes in a casual elegance that James could never pull off. He was looking around. "The hell was that?" He asked no one in particular, but everyone knew what he was talking about. It was the fourth boy, Peter, who answered.
Peter was small, with mousy brown hair and pale blue eyes. He was dressed like the other boys, and seemed to speak in a small, squeaky voice. "It looked like a wolf!"
"Well of course it was a wolf!" Sirius replied, rolling his eyes. He was handsome, there was no doubt – but also arrogant and conceited, haughty and a real trouble-maker.
"White, like the snow…" Remus said thoughtfully, standing on his own now. "That's not natural around these parts…" He was looking in the direction the wolf had travelled, and so was Sirius.
"Think we should find it?" James asked, in a way that meant 'when do you wanna go and find it?'.
"Not now," Remus answered immediately, speaking for all of them and shaking his head. "You have classes today, and you're all going to be late if you don't get a move on."
Peter looked worried. "We don't want to be late." He said, gesturing back toward the castle. "And Remus, you really should go to the hospital wing…"
"Planning on it." Remus nodded.
Sirius looked unhappy. "But I wanna go and find that wolf, guys. Who cares about classes?"
James looked like he wanted to agree with Sirius, but he had another thing on his mind too. "McGonagall said if I'm late again she'll give me a detention tomorrow tonight, and Griffyndor's playing Slytherin." Quiditch was very important to James, and he was one of the best, if not the best.
Sirius was unhappy. He turned his head in the direction the wolf had gone, and took a few steps. A sigh escaped his lips, and another, similar sigh seemed to answer him.
Sirius went very still, like a dog who had spotted a rabbit.
"Padfoot," James called back. "Come on!"
Sirius sighed, and turned, trotting after his friends.
A pure white wolf watched him from within the trees.
I'm in trouble now, She thought, shaking her head and laying down where she was, still exhausted. Seriously.