A/N: This came from this fanfiction that I was just reading that I think suggested that James changed for Lily. As you might already tell from the first line, I completely disagreed with it, I spent most of my time shouting in my head: "NO NO NO NO NO NO. HE DIDN'T CHANGE FOR HER. JAMES POTTER DIDN'T JUST ONLY CHANGE FOR LILY EVANS, HE HAD MORE THAN ENOUGH REASONS THAT DIDN'T INCLUDE LILY TO CHANGE AFTER FIFTH YEAR! ANNOYING MUGGLE WRITER." So yeah...I just wrote this in retaliation.
Disclaimer: don't own.
"Change"
by: PhantomPotterGirl
Most people assumed that I changed for her. They assume that after the incident in Fifth Year, I started to realize what a complete git that I was, that I've started to right the wrongs that I've done.
But it wasn't true. I didn't change for Lily. I didn't change for her, it wouldn't be right if I did. People didn't know anything about me—and they never will. So when I say that she didn't change me, she didn't change me. But people think that anyway, they want some ridiculous love story and they'll twist the facts to make themselves believe them; and that's the reason why most people don't even understand love. Love doesn't make you just love that person. And love certainly doesn't make everything you do revolve around them either.
Love changes you from the inside. It makes you a better person, and most people will never know that.
That day after the OWLs, when I hexed Snape, I wasn't thinking. I wasn't thinking about anything but being a complete show-off. I mean, back then I thought that I was right about everything; a typical teenage mind. So when I did hex Snape, I did it because I thought that it was fun, I thought that making fun of people like Snape was fun. I was wrong, it was cruel. But what was I to know, back then? I was fifteen, and things were going great for me.
The only thing that escaped my mind that day was what Snape was going to do to me.
He fought back, and I have a scar on my cheek to prove it.
But that didn't surprise me enough, for Snape had more than just revenge on his mind that day. Evans saved him. She, as always, defended her best friend from the likes of me, James Potter. We always had this love-hate relationship, and it was literal. I was love, and she was hate.
He called her a Mudblood.
He called her the foulest name in the history of wizardkind. To his best friend who saved him, no less. And this was where things in Hogwarts, changed forever. It wasn't that she changed me. No, she didn't change me.
The look of pain and betrayal on her face, on the other hand—did.
A/N: tell me, you sods.
PhantomPotterGirl.