The Seven Year War could have all been avoided, had certain paths wouldn't have been passed on September 1, coincidentally the same day that James Potter, Sirius Black, Lily Evans and Severus Snape started school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
You see, if Thomas Smith would have made room for Sirius Black in his compartment on their first train ride, Sirius would have never become best friends with James Potter. And if James Potter would have never been friends with Sirius, he would have been quite lonely. And if James had been lonely, Lily Evans would have felt sorry for him. And if Lily had felt sorry for him, Lily and Severus Snape would have broken up their relationship before he could actually do her any harm.
So many heart breaks and fights due to one train ride.
The war all started when James Potter noticed the two other people in his train compartment, and called Snape names and teased Lily. It was just the start of a nasty relationship. Throughout their first year at Hogwarts, James and his right hand man Sirius managed to obtain fifteen detentions, destroy ten school owned objects and pulled approximately fifty-two pranks, and that only counted the ones performed on Lily Evans. James also managed to ask the poor girl out at least twice as many times as he pulled pranks on her.
The hatred Lily Evans had for the spectacled, messy haired boy wasn't a secret, and a Potter vs Evans fight was a common sight. Now, the Seven Year War isn't a war that you can read about in history books, but some of the battles in it were some of the most ferocious fights ever. Over the years, Lily and James managed to find themselves in many duels, some against each other and some against others that played major roles in the war (ah-hem Snape). While James just enjoyed riling the object of his affections up, Lily was most the times out for blood, or at least a detention heading his way.
But no matter how much these two people fought, the ending was unavoidable. And although the war was long and hard, some of its productions were wondrous and great. But like Ollivander said, great things can be terrible as well as good. So even though terrible things happened because of the war, they soon became key events in the undoing of the most feared wizard of all time.
Year One- Alliances were made
Year Two- Minor battles were fought
Year Three- Minor battles were fought
Year Four- Slightly more serious battles were fought
Year Five- Some alliances were broken while some were strengthened; major battles were fought
Year Six- Major events including a treaty
Year Seven…..
"James Harold Potter, get your arse up!"
"Thanks Sirius," James Potter grumbled, shoving his glasses to his face so he was able to glance around his room. "What are you doing in here?"
"You're not the only one who lives here," Sirius reminded him, throwing a pair of dirty socks at his best friend's head.
"Yeah, but I'm the only one that lives in this room," James said groggily, sitting up as Sirius began to jump on the end of the bed.
"Not meaning to sound like your mum mate, but you got to pack," Sirius said, glancing around the spacious bedroom and pointing to the pile of clothes on the floor. "We leave for the train station in an hour and you aren't even packed yet."
"I'm going," James sighed, standing up and stretching. "Go downstairs and tell Mum I'll be down in a minute, will you?"
"You got it," Sirius winked, strutting out of the room. "By the way, excited to see your whorse today?"
"Shut up," James snapped, throwing the same pair of dirty socks that had just been thrown at him at Sirius.
"Don't yell at me because you have bad taste," he barked, slamming the door behind him.
James sighed and picked up his wand to perform the spell needed to pack things with. Just as he was about to say an incantation, something sitting on his windowsill caught his eye. Getting closer, he saw it was a letter addressed to him in rather familiar handwriting. Trying not to roll his eyes, he opened it and read its content.
Dear James,
Missed you so much! Can't wait to see you on the train. Maybe we can find a secluded compartment somewhere and….catch up.
Vanessa
James groaned before throwing the note in the trash. But as he packed up his trunk he made sure to add a stack of letters written by a very different person, which he tended to reread very often.
Potter,
I'd really appreciate it if you restrained yourself from contacting me. It's the holidays for goodness sake.
Evans
Potter,
No means no, and 'you're a jerk' means you're a jerk. So when I say No you're a jerk, that means No I don't want to go out with you and you're a jerk
Evans
Potter,
I just found out the news of you being Head Boy. Sorry to disappoint you, but I will not be screaming at you for Confounding Dumbledore or anything when we see each other on the train (I hope we don't see each other before then). Fortunately for you, I've gotten all my anger out of my system and I promise to cooperate this next year as Heads if you promise to do the same.
Thank You,
Lily Evans
James laughed as he remembered when he first found out he was Head Boy. They had been at the dinner table, and he, Sirius and his father were having a belching contest as his mother half-heartedly chastised them for acting like barbarians when the letter came. Sirius nearly busted a gut laughing about it, but his mother and father had been very proud (and rather shocked).
Yep, Lily's letters were definitely more interesting than Vanessa's. James guessed that was because James found Lily herself much more interesting than Vanessa, but that wasn't James's fault. But what was his fault was using Vanessa for making Lily jealous and other more physical things. But he couldn't help it; it had been seven long years he had been caught up with Lily Evans, and he needed something to refresh his mind and Vanessa was more than willing. After he thought about it though, so were most the girls at Hogwarts. Except for Lily….
"James Potter you better be on your way down here!" Amelia Potter called out from down stairs in the kitchen. Her voice echoed throughout the entire mansion. "If you leave on an empty stomach, that's your fault!"
"Coming Mum!" he yelled back, hastily performing the spell and zipping his trunk shut. Giving himself a satisfied nod, he made his way out of his room with his trunk where he would not be returning to until the holidays.
