AN: Thanks to ddb and Turkey for reveiwing! I do agree that one should write for themselves, and I do, but I post it for the readers. I don't need to post it here, I just want to share my work and get annoyed when it seems that I've been wasting my efforts. All is fine now though, so about the story. The first two chapters could have been considered a prologue, as it just switches to James' POV and the story really begins. I guess this would be a very different look at the Marauders, and especially at James. And so, on with the story!
I tiptoed silently up to Severus Snape, desperately wishing they could have come up with a better plan than "club him on the head and stuff him in the closet." I wasn't looking forward to drinking the Polyjuice Potion either, but they had been planning for months, and I had said I would do it.
What have I gotten my fool self into?! I don't really have that much against Severus, I wonder why he hates me. I suppose he'll hate me more now. I really think everyone else is misjudging him. He's just a really great guy putting on a rough exterior. After all, I'm just a really sensitive, caring, loving, and very fearful person hiding behind a tough and oh so suave mask. I'm not really that slick. At home I spilled my ink, fell down the stairs, tripped on the cat's tail (or did that happen first? I guess my memory is bad, too...), and then I broke Mother's arm on top of it all. I never realized I was so klutzy.....OH!!! There's Severus! Ohhhh, god.....ohhh no. I can't do it! I CAN"T DO IT!!!.....I did it....ohhh god....he's bleeding....ohhhh i hate the sight of blood......oh......
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Peter asked nervously. "I mean, what if James get's hurt? Or caught? Or killed?"
James couldn't help but notice a twinge of hopefullness in Peter's voice, but shook it of. "Peter does not want to kill me," he muttered to himself.
"What was that, dear?"
"Nothing, Lily, doll, baby, hunny...."
"James, you're rambling. I worry about you. What about you, Remus? You worry about James? How bout' you four? Lily, Narcissa, Minerva, Peter? Okay, so we all worry about James. Does anyone know if St. Mungo's has a bed open?"
"Oh, haha, Sirius. I am not insane."
"That's the spirit, dear," James mirror called to him.
"Here, James. It's ready. Just needs the hair."
Oh, yay. I get to be Severus. I wonder if Polyjuice Potion influences you're thinking? Maybe I'll figure out why he hates me....
"Okay, can I have the spare robes? And the shoes? My feet are bigger than his, and I'm taller. Plus......maybe his wand, just in case, you know..."
I took the potion from Lily and dropped in the hair. It fizzed and turned a rather interesting shade of violet. I wonder if I could match that for my paintings...it's beautiful. So very unique. Then I shooed everyone out, expecting a very painful ordeal.
I took a gulp, and it was like my skin was on fire. OH, SHIT!!!! It feels like the Cruciatus Curse all over agian...oh, god...... I glanced at the scar on my arm; at the foul, burning half finished skull. At the spot where HE tried to brand me, now fading slowly from veiw as my very anatomy was altered. My skin went from a pale, creamy tan to the faded olive that could only belong to Severus. He's gotten paler.....I shook myself. I have friends. I do NOT need Severus. I DON'T NEED HIM AND HE HATES ME. My one obsession......why? Why is it that I always want what I can't get? I would trade it all for a chance to be his friend again, trade it all to have been put in Slytherin and keep the only friend I had growing up. All the kids were scared of me, my parents hated me, but Severus was always there.....what made it all change?
I crawled slowly of the floor and looked in the mirror. I felt my courage melting away. They all hate him......he's so different, so unique, so caring...or he used to be.......
All of a sudden the room started to spin and i felt myself collapse. It was all very blurry for a while then it went pitch black.
"Sev, are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Of course it's a good idea, I always have good ideas, right?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It will be fun to go play Quidditch again, and I do need a new broom."
"What happened to the old one?"
"Father was beating me with it and it broke."
"Oh, jeez.....sorry...."
"S'okay. It was really old anyways.....a Silver Arrow....."
"I'll pay for your new broom! That'll be your birthday gift! You can have any one you want!"
"Oh, jeez, Sev....."
C'mon! I insist!"
"Uh......okay! Race ya!"
I woke up in the hospital wing, with absolutely no idea what was going on.
"OH! YOU'RE AWAKE! I'll run and get Dumbledore! DON'T MOVE!"