Disclaimer: No profit is being made off of this. These characters are not mine.

A/N: This fic has been sitting on my lj for about a year now. I felt it was time to finish it… finally! Concrit appreciated, as always. Enjoy!

These Are The Days of Our Lives Part 1/3
Enemies

Severus Snape
Severus Snape was a man who made many enemies in his lifetime. But he didn't hate all of them: that wasn't worth his time. Only four people stood out.

Lupin, Pettigrew, Potter and Black. Oh yes, especially Black.

They were the bane of his existance throughout his seven years at Hogwarts. So perfect, all of them. Gryffindor's golden boys (although why Pettigrew was sorted into Gryffindor was anyone's guess). They had all the attention, all the popularity, loved by all and despised by none.

Well, except him. But he didn't count: Severus Snape, a little nobody, a piece of dirt upon the shoe of the great and famous Marauders.

He went through seven years of hell at their hands. But they would pay: everyone would pay, he would make sure of that.

Severus Snape vowed revenge.

Remus Lupin
Many people, upon meeting Remus Lupin for the first time, got the impression that he was a quiet, shy bloke, who should've been in Ravenclaw, rather than Gryffindor.

Many people got the wrong impression.

Remus Lupin neither hated nor feared any other human being. His only enemy was the moon.

The moon.

Ever since he was a child, ever since the bite, Remus Lupin both hated and feared the moon. For it made him change. His body twisted and writhed in the pale moonlight, changing him, making him loud and angry and fearsome. The pain was greater than anything he had ever known. It was terrible to behold.

Only the moon had the power to break him. And so he shattered.

Harry Potter
From the day of his first birthday, Harry James Potter had only one enemy.

Lord Voldemort was the one Harry was destined to kill: the fate of the Wizarding and Muggle worlds alike rested on his shoulders.

It had been prophesied that one or the other would die. Harry knew what he had to do.

It was a fate he never asked for.