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If Only if Only
Sometimes, I wish we had never met. That fateful day in August could have gone differently. Much happened that day that was odder than usual, though we didn't know it at the time. We were just eight 11-year-olds, about to embark on a journey that would counter the course that may have been planned for us. None of it would have happened. Had Sirius' parents not cut his allowance the morning of the train ride. Had Peter's wand, which did so much damage since then, gone haywire moments before he had arrived on the train. If Lily's parents decided to send her to regular grade school instead. Had my father been nearly as stubborn as he was in the later years, and I had recanted and gone to Modern Lower School. If any of these things had happened, surely our course would have been altered.
But looking back upon that statement, as we all did, especially after Lily and James' death, my mind has been set into one place every time I ask. If we hadn't met on that cold August morning, our lives would not have been as amazing as they were for those years. And even if we died on that journey, which many of us did, and many still to come, we lived our lives to the fullest. We learned, played, and cried together. And loved every moment of it.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me take you back to the days when their were no Marauders. When Lily was Lily Annie Evans, prim and proper young lady. When the world was at peace with itself.
