A/N: I don't have a great idea of where on earth this story is going, I'm just following it... it's kind of like when some one (like Sirius) calls you and says "Hello, ma'am, is your refrigerator running? " and you say "Well, yes I think so...?" and the person goes "well you better go catch it! " and then I run out the door, and follow it... even though I can't see it forget where it's going!... oh well, it's always at home whenever I get back.

Chapter 1: OWLs

My name was James Potter. My wife, Lily and I were betrayed by one of our best friends and murdered by the evilest wizard of our age. He tried to murder our son, too because of a prophecy. This is our story.

Setting—5th year, that day during OWLs when James turns snape upside-down

I ran my hand through my already messy black hair nervously. I had just finished my Defense Against the Dark Arts OWL exam and I was doodling on a spare piece of parchment. I had drawn a snitch with the letters "L.E." on it. I was fifteen years old—almost sixteen, and few things were important in my life.

One was Quidditch: I was one of the star-players on Gryffindor's team; I was a seeker. My niche on the team— finding the snitch. The snitch is this little golden ball that has long white wings and a mind of its own when it comes to flying. The snitch captivated me. I'm not sure why—my mother had always told me not to trust things that could think. Perhaps that's why it fascinated me so much. Then again, the snitch didn't really think—it just flew.

Another of the few things that mattered to me in that point of my life, but that stayed a vital part of it through to adulthood, was my friends. I was part of the infamous troublemakers of our year. Collectively we were known as "The Marauders." Rather... spiffy, don't you think? Yeah, we wrecked havoc among the school: day in and day out. It was mainly Sirius and I though. Since Remus was a prefect, he couldn't do too much so he turned a blind eye. Peter pretty much just sat in the background and laughed but he was a good friend. He was a good friend. Funny how you think you know someone...

The final thing that stayed on my mind continuously was girls. I was one of the most popular of everyone in the school (next to Sirius, Remus and Peter) and, let's face it—all the girls glanced at me once in a while. But there was one girl, Lily Evans... she glanced at me a lot. She gave me reproachful, admonishing glances all the time. But there was something about her firey red hair and piercing green eyes that, even more than the snitch, captivated me. But, of course, as all 15-year-old guys do when they have an enormous crush on a girl, I was nothing but a prick to her.

Suddenly time was called, snapping me out of my day dream and back to reality. I put down my pencil and I got up to my fellow marauders...

A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Should I continue? I personally like my other story, Remember to Breathe better...well leave a review! 3, Ella