Prologue
Of course I knew him, everyone knew him. He was the jock, the brain, the womanizer, and the jokester all wrapped up with a big bow on top. We were in the same house, we had classes together, but we never really knew each other. We smiled as we passed; we were always courteous, always said, "Hi! How's it going?" But that was it. I admit I found him attractive, but then so did the rest of the girls at Hogwarts. It was hard not to like him, he was tall and muscular, he had the softest chocolate eyes and hair that always made him look like he had a wild side, and the truth was he did. He was the leader of his so called gang. They called themselves the Marauders. He was also the record holder of the largest amount of detentions to be received by one student. His friends weren't very far behind. But it didn't matter because he always made up the lost points in quidditch. Let me just say that Mrs. McGonagall has gotten very used to having the quidditch cup in her office. He was a trophy, an object that everybody idolized; someone that everybody wished that they were best friends with. He was always the center of attention, including his best friends of course; laughing and joking. He made himself seem touchable to everyone; I knew he wasn't.
So who am I, you ask? I hate to disappoint you, but I often ask myself that very question. You could say that I am just a girl trying to find a place in this world or worlds. They seem mutually exclusive, and yet they need each other to survive. The question is where do I fit in, if I fit at all. I wake I eat I sleep. The cycle seems to never end, never changes. During the summer I live at my parents, it's tolerable. The only problem is that my sister seems to spout out random things at me; someday I hope she'll get over herself. The rest of the year I am away at school, my home away from home. I get straight O's, I don't break rules, I am nice to everybody, and I wish I was the perfect person, but it would be a lie. I sleep in late to often; sometimes I cheat on test or homework, other times I seem to break down. It seems to be a life of never ending boredom. No one knows these things though, and they never will. I guess you could say James and I were the exact opposite and yet the exact same.
Our third year was when the Marauder boys finally realized that girls existed. Of course their fan clubs all jumped just waiting for the opportunity. But back then they were really just interested in themselves. Fifth year was when the ball really got rolling. They had decided to conquer the girl population of Hogwarts, and conquer they did. My friend and I were the only ones who resisted. Alice was completely head over heels for Frank, and I did not want to be labeled as a Marauder girl. I am not one to follow trends; I don't like to be forced to do things, and if I am I tend to rebel. James Potter understood why, and that's why he perused me. He didn't like people thinking of him a certain way. So he sought out to change my opinion of him, and believe me he did. He annoyed, he teased, he pestered, and he asked me out constantly. I began to think of him as an arrogant prick. My main belief is equality, especially for me because I am a muggle. He knew this and his gang and him began to pick on people. He played jokes on them, making fun of those Slytherins; and sometimes the jokes weren't harmless. He turned a simple rivalry into a war, one that would continue for years to come.
We began to compete against each other, in classes and out of them. When it came time to answer question both our hands raced through the air, bragging would come after tests, and what annoyed me most is that James never seemed to study while I poured my self out trying to . I have stayed up aplenty of nights trying to understand concept that would not stick in my mind, transfiguration worst of all. I am surprised I made it into her Newts class, but then she always liked me because of my work ethic. Potter was her favorite though, and there was no contest there. He was brilliant at it, always got it on the first try without any practice. But I always beat him in charms. People began to avoid us when we were together outside of class. He would prank me constantly, and in turn I would give him detentions. Sometimes being a perfect had its bonus's.
On the day when we finished our O.W.L.S., I felt the year catching up with me. I had barley gotten any rest the following night in preparation for the transfiguration test. I was lying by the lake with Alice and the rest of the Gryffindor fifth year girls, when the arrogant Potter already had gotten up to his old tricks, this time it was Snape. I have to admit that I don't particularly like him, but no one deserve to face Potter and his pansies. I finally snapped then and laid it on him, and sometimes I think I might have been a little too mean, but back then he deserved it. I gave him a check on reality and a glare that seared his soul in half. He acted like is fun old self and sneered it off, but deep down I knew I had hurt him and he seemed to ignore me for the rest of the term.
In sixth year we returned to our courteous selves. I found it awkward at first, not having James hex me every turn of the corridor, I even missed his funny little sneers. But I was thankful for the peacefulness, and I believe the rest of Hogwarts was too. He began to perplex me and confuse me, because he began to try to become friends with me.
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