I was sorted into Ravenclaw on the day I turned 11. It's not so important when I was sorted. It could just as well have been the day before I turned 11 or three months to the day after I turned 11. And I suppose that it doesn't matter, for that matter, that I mentioned my birthday at all. To tell you the truth this is all just a roundabout way of telling you that I went to Hogwarts as a girl and that I was a Ravenclaw.
I was an obvious shoo-in for Ravenclaw. Analytical, observant, and studious; I had everything going for me but Ravenclaw blood itself, and you can be sure that it was suggested more than once. By the time I was a 4th year I was well on my way to becoming the pride and joy of my house. I was a favorite member of the Slug-Club, top of almost every class I cared to take a stab at, and popular to boot. Nobody was surprised when I made prefect my 5th year, or when I achieved outstanding on each and every O.W.L. without so much as cracking a book. I was a certifiable genius, and I'm not just tooting my own horn.
But of course that's not why you're reading this. You could care less if I made Minister of Magic by the time I was 13, and I didn't if you were wondering. What you want to know about is what the title of this book promised to deliver, what you would like to know is what I know about that band of merry trouble makers that you know as the Marauders.
Of course everyone at Hogwarts knew about them. Girls flocked to James and Sirius in the hopes of receiving a smile, and nod, or the coveted wink. Remus was a popular subject amongst the flightier girls of Ravenclaw, and was the recipient of many an anonymous "get well" card. Even little Peter had an air of importance about him though there were many debates as to why he would merit the attention of James and Sirius.
Even more exciting was the never-ending war between the Marauders and the dark, twitchy boy, Severus Snape. Oh and let me not forget that epic romance between James Potter and Lily Evans. Does she love him? Will she ever love him? Will the tousle-haired prince ever win the hand of the green-eyed maiden? Bets were placed, hearts were broken, and it was worse than a trashy romance novel.
And yours truly? Well I was more than happy to watch from afar, make a few Galleons, and live in my world whilst they played on the stage of their own. Of course that would make for a very poor story and mine would be just that if it hadn't been for the dreadful cliché that is about to follow.
It all started my 5th year, on the train to Hogwarts.