Disclaimer: Do you really think that the Harry Potter world is mine? Didn't think so. I own nothing, just the plot and characters you don't recognize.
When he was eleven years old, he looked so innocent with his messy black hair and framed hazel eyes. Now he's sixteen years old with messy black hair, framed hazel eyes, but not so innocent. I'm not sure if James Potter was ever truly innocent, but I know he isn't now.
In our first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry I learned that looks could be deceiving, very deceiving. James Potter was anything but innocent; he was a terror, him and his friends. They ran muck all over the school. James and Sirius Black had broken the detention record of any first year student ever; actually it was higher then any first and second year student put together. James' other two best friends, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, weren't as bad. Peter was fairly quiet compared to the others, and Remus seemed to be the most level headed. I actually had befriended Remus rather quickly, but I didn't really spend time with him outside of classes because of James. I liked James less and less as time went by and with him being friends with Remus, where ever Remus was, James was there as well.
Second year was when the "Marauders" as they called themselves started to go beyond playing funny practical jokes on students, but playing jokes on teachers they didn't like as well. They were becoming unbearable really, yet still more popular then ever. Nearly every day they would corner my girlfriends and me in the common room. They didn't play jokes on us, but they would annoy us to no end, my friend Cassy Thompson in particular. Sirius I suppose fancied her, he would always try to impress her someway or another. It usually had something to do with quidditch; both James and Sirius were on the house team. Cassy couldn't stand talking to them; she said she'd rather be tortured to death. I didn't really like them either, but I was able to deal with them since they usually said very little to me. I found it all rather funny though because of Cassy's situation. That was of course until third year.
By the time third year came about, Sirius had stopped irritating Cassy, but James had started harassing me. Most girls in my situation would have been flattered because he was desired by so many girls, but I wasn't flattered at all. Now don't get me wrong, James was very hansom, intelligent, and athletic, but his head was bigger then his heart. He said that his little practical jokes were just that, jokes; I say they were just mean. He also thought he was better then everyone else. Granted he was better then many people in a number of things, it still didn't give him the right to treat people the way he did. James would walk through the corridors hexing younger kids, even some older students, if they annoyed him or walked to slow. And he always played with that stupid snitch that he nicked from the team no doubt. But there were two things that I couldn't stand about him at all. One, he always ruffled his hair to make it look like he just got off of his broom; and second, he didn't understand the word "no." He asked me to every Hogsmeade trip and he asked me to go out with him at least twice a week. Now it was Cassy's turn to laugh because I wanted to hit James so much each time he came within 15 feet of me.
I didn't think that Potter could get any worse then he was, but in fourth year, he proved me wrong. He gloated more, he was meaner then he was, he disheveled his damn hair more then ever, and he asked me out incessantly. Danielle Dittmer, one of my dorm mates and closest friends, told me that he was exactly the same, but it was me who was getting worse. She said that I thought James was so horrible because I fancied him! Well I choose to ignore the first couple of times she said that, but after a while, she really started to annoy me. I couldn't believe that it happened, but we had gotten into a huge row about my "feelings" for James Potter right in the middle of the common room. After that I choose to ignore Danielle altogether for some time, but it got harder to hide from Potter. He was of course in the common room during the argument and took my heated words of hate as words of adoration towards him. Because of this he felt inclined to tell me every time I saw him that I should admit that I loved him.
Fifth year, Potter had become Co-Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and his head swelled even more, but it did keep him busy enough to leave me alone. Between his quidditch obligations and my prefect duties the only time I saw him was in classes and at meals. Although towards the winter time when he didn't have practices he was always in the common room and since Remus made prefect, the rest of the Marauders would wait up for him to return. Remus and I got to know each other pretty well, but I was afraid to tell him anything personal in fear of it going back to a certain friend of his; but I didn't feel too guilty about it because I knew he was hiding something from me as well (although I had a fleeting suspicion as to what it was). Once Potter was back training, my life started going very smoothly again, except the constant studying for the O.W.L.s. I have to admit that they were driving me madder then James Potter ever had, and that's saying a lot. I was so happy when my last examine was over. I remember my friends and I going down to the lake and putting our feet in just relaxing now that we could. Too bad that prat had to go and ruin it. Even though he only had gone after Severus Snape, someone I loathed even more then Potter himself, I had to say something. No one deserves to be treated like that. I remember telling Potter that I was surprised that his broom could still take off because of his fat head; it felt so good to say it to his face in front of all of his admiring fans. That was my last encounter with him that year. I avoided him at all costs until we arrived back at Kings Cross Station a couple days later.
Tomorrow I go back to Hogwarts. I know I'll have to deal with Potter, but I've had a whole summer to think up things I can say to him if he confronts me about anything. I really am looking forward to this year.
Authors Note: So, what do you think? I hope you like it, and if you don't, then please tell me why. I know that this chapter is short, but it's just a start, you know, back round information and whatnot. I promise that the next chapter will be longer.