During the first five years of going to Hogwarts, I somehow managed to have every single one of my classes with none other than James Potter. Somehow, I think he planned it that way.
And all throughout those first five years, I spent every single day hating James Potter. And unfortunately for more than just the two of us, something happened at the end of those five years to make me hate him even more.
It was a warm June day, OWL's had just ended, and we were all sitting out on the grounds, enjoying the nice weather and minding our own business—what am I saying? The marauders never minded their own business. They took great pleasure in sticking their noses in to every single that was going on at Hogwarts.
And that was how it became the marauders' fault that I lost my best friend.
Besides Quidditch, pranks, not doing his homework, and asking me out, James Potter's other favorite pastime was making fun of Severus Snape. Why on earth couldn't he have collected chocolate frog cards like any other normal wizard?
They cornered Severus by the lake and the beech tree. They started making fun of him, and bullying him, and just generally acting like they normally did. But when things really started to get out of control, I decided to step in. I was a Prefect, after all; it was my job to stop this sort of thing, seeing as Remus wasn't doing anything about it.
Anyway, I tried to stick up for my friend. I tried to get James and Sirius to put Severus down. But that turned out to be a bad idea. Because, when they did put him down, instead of thanking me like a good friend would, Severus called me a Mudblood.
Personally, I happen to think that making me lose my best friend was an excellent reason to spend the next year hating James.
But just so you know, I'm never going to tell our future kids that part of the story. Sure, things were nice for a while, but then Severus really turned in the worst way possible. They really don't need to know about Severus and I being friends.
Oh, but who am I kidding? They'll find out eventually. Sirius is evil like that. Do you have any idea what he did? He called dibs on being my kids' godfather! How on earth did he get the thought into his head that I'd trust my children with him?
But really, thinking about it, Sirius is a whole lot smarter than James and I.
It took at least six minutes for me to explain to James, quite thoroughly I might add, just why I wouldn't go out with him. Although, I kept repeating that same mini speech to him for at least six months before he was able to get it through his head what I was saying, and then ask me out again.
It took me six years to let myself actually like James. And then I spent about six months thinking he didn't like me back anymore.
It took James six years to figure out how to civilly get me to talk to him. Although, I'm convinced Remus had something to do with that.
But after those six years were up, it only took like six seconds for me to agree to be friends with him. But I do have to say it took just one more than six words for James to ask me out.
But he made up for it a while later, by using less than six words to get me to be here today.
