When I first laid eyes on the boy he was a few days old. It was a day before they had to go into hiding and all the group was there despite Pettigrew. All I saw was the telltale tuft of black hair and I knew this child would be exactly like his father. Arrogant, Cruel and above all else a Womaniser. If Lily had any self-respect she would never have married him.
I remember the day I first saw them dating with startling clarity. Lily had not talked to me for many months and in those months the group of 'Marauders' had decided to get even but one day it just stopped. Black seemed put out at this fact but Potter and Lupin would silence him. A month after the ceasefire Lily began eating meals with them and instead of scowling at her porridge, she began to laugh with them. I thought this was an act of pity at first but as Potter became more complimentary and Lily stopped yelling at him they began to gravitate together. Then one day I walked out of the heavy doors and into the early spring sunshine in the seventh year to see Lily and Potter entwined and kissing.
Stinging with jealousy and anger I ran back inside. Knowing that I had just lost the best thing that had ever happened to me.
The next time I saw the younger Potter he was staring wide-eyed at the floating candles as he was ushered into the hall by Minerva. He had only grown to look more like his father but upon closer inspection, he had Lily's almond-shaped and startlingly green eyes. But that meant nothing. The boy was surely a little horror and I'd make sure any arrogance would be stopped as soon as possible. I promised myself to keep him alive but that meant nothing about my actions upon him.
It took a lot of focus to stop the arrogant little rat from killing himself in the first year. He somehow fought the dark Lord and got the stone with just the help of two other first years. He may have inherited Lily's problem-solving skills but he was still an insufferable swine.
The next year he only proved my theories of idiocy, I mean flying a car to school. It was like hearing about Black's motorbike that he'd flown to school in the sixth year. The boy continued to be foolish especially in his sense of heroic deeds, only increasing his self-importance, when he rescued the youngest Weasley from the chamber and faced the Dark Lord again. If the boy merely focused on his potion work instead of saving people his scores would be slightly more impressive.
With his lunatic of a Godfather on the loose and his pseudo uncle teaching defence, I will admit I kept a slightly keener eye on him. Not for his own safety but for everyone else's. Of course, he wasn't told the relation to either of them so when he went blindly into that godforsaken tree he had to go fetch them. Of course, then the idiot disarmed him instead, blasting him into the wall, and when he woke up Lupin was a wolf and Black was leaping at him in that dog form. A man who looked like Pettigrew was shrinking into a rat and the three children were cowering. I was foolish to stand in front of them but I promised myself I wouldn't let him die. He was still unconscious by the end of the night but at least he didn't die.
The next year his arrogance returned.No one knew how he got his name in and Minerva was steadfast it wasn't him. But Minerva had always had a soft spot for Potter so, in my opinion, her thoughts should be null. I couldn't help but think how horrified Lily would be if she had been there to witness it. After he had somehow survived an hour underwater and a dragon (Stealing from my stores to do so) he seemed to be in good enough strength for winning. But when he didn't return and I felt the mark on my arm burn I knew what had happened. Harry came back protecting a dead body and sobbing and I felt the familiar feelings of guilt probing at me. It didn't end on that night of Godric's Hollow and now Potter is on for one hell of a ride. I noticed something odd about Moody and we managed to stop him from killing Harry. The boy was obviously in a bad way but the beauty of being a teacher was that it will not be our problem until the first of September. But there would surely be death eater meetings before then and that would be more than impractical.
The Order had also been restarted which provided many with a valuable chance to taunt Black and his contributions. Potter arrived sooner than expected as the foolish boy had taken on not one but two dementors causing him to be taken to a hearing at the ministry. Like Father like Son they say. I must admit I was marginally impressed by the rebellion group but it was quickly overshadowed by their foolish attempt to rescue Black. At least he finally knew what an Arse his father was but the Occlumency was a waste of time. Now Black was dead, Voldemort's return was confirmed and the Order was in a state of mourning.
The next year was not much better. The Dark Lord was getting impatient and Albus was dying. I was failing Lily more and more each day and then he found out the truth. That Lily's son had to die and he found it harder and harder to look him in the eye. Draco was failing as well so on that night up the astronomy tower, he uttered the curse. Praying that this would fool them. The year was a mess and I knew when Potter talked to that young Weasley after the funeral that they weren't coming back.
I had never truly cared about student wellbeing but having the Carrows as part of my entourage felt wrong. I had lost the respect of everyone, even the majority of the Slytherins. At first, they mostly were for the new regime but that changed after the first bout of detentions. Torturing people damaged all those who did not fully enjoy it. I had to keep my wits about as I knew that horrible club had been reformed and Minerva was quite tactful at spells. The entire year I watched the castle lose everything that made me love it. I had to keep it going though as the Dark Lord knew that he'd return to the castle. It was his first home, like it had been mine and the Dark Lords. And the Dark Lord was right as once again I was staring at Lily's blazing eyes. Blazing like hers had when I called her that slur.
The next time I saw him it was out of the corner of my eye. The Dark Lord was grilling me then that snake was at my throat. He left soon after but Potter came running in holding his hand to my throat. He kept pleading with me to stay conscious when it hit me. This boy was still a child. He was about to die and yet was trying to prevent me from dying. A man who had shown him nothing but pure hatred and I realised this was Lily's son. With Lily's heart.
I offered up my memories and asked him to look at me. At that moment I wanted to say so many things, utter so many apologies but it was too late. My story has reached the final chapter and some stories just don't have a happy ending.