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A/N: Just more thoughts from Lily on the ever-changing Marauders. And thanks again to my BETA, VanHelsings angel.
Bloody Potter and the Stupid Marauders
BLOODY POTTER! I could kill that arrogant, bullying toe rag.
The first time I met him, I concluded that he was the biggest prick I'd ever met! And I'll even include the Slytherins in that!
James 'bloody' Potter; the ring leader of the stupidest bunch of boys that ever walked the hallways of Hogwarts! The stupid Marauders!
Four boys who made it their mission in life to make people's lives Hell!
Let's start with Sirius Black, shall we?
He's the first Black to be sorted into Gryffindor ever, but he's still the biggest bloody Tosser alive!
Peter, Peter Pettigrew.
Well there's not much about him, except the fact that he's far too stupid to form opinions for himself. He follows every stupid and idiotic whim the other Marauders command of him
Now, Remus Lupin.
Your first thoughts about him might be that he's the nicest bloke alive!
Then you catch him out with that band of idiots, the Marauders, and that opinion goes right out the window! He's a prefect, he's supposed to enforce the rules, not break them!
That's the three followers, now the last and worst. JAMES FREAKING POTTER!
Well, you already know my thoughts about him, but let me repeat just three words that describe him, encase you didn't quiet get my very subtle opinions before.
ARROGANT, BULLYING & TOERAG!
These were, (and in some cases still are) my impressions of the Marauders!
Unfortunately there comes a point in everyone's life when you change physically and mentally. In Potters case, it just didn't happen at the same time!
The summer before my fourth year where I was peacefully ignorant of everything, James Potter decided to go and morph his body and screw me up completely.
That summer, I went to Kings Cross Station happy and 10 centimeters taller, when I see none other than the toe rag Potter.
I think the Department of Magical Accidents and Injuries are still trying to pry my jaw off the ground!
There, standing on his trunk looking in every direction, was a very tall, messy haired, hazel eyed James Potter with a six pack!
Oh My GOD!
If it hadn't been for my (certain?) hatred for the (very hot!) Marauder I think I would have been caught staring at him! A fate worse than being run over by herd of rampaging Centaurs!
Time went on and he and his gang of (gallant) stupid Marauders seemed to never change! Apart from their appearances.
All growing at excessive rates except Peter… Who seemed to grow horizontally.
Even I must admit that during our last year he changed! I say 'he' because I'm utterly confused by him, and simply can't decide what to call him!
If I call him 'Potter' he thinks I'm mad at him and he leaves me alone, which for some reason I really hate.
But if I call him 'James' people think I'm softening and that I'm starting to like him! Which is so not true! (I don't' think…)
Damn…Bloody…Toe rag…James…Bullying…Gallant…Potter…Hot…Love…
Yes, the typical fairytale ending! I could no longer resist his charms (love potion)!
So he confessed his undying love for me and I said…well actually I never said anything, I just snogged him senseless!
Stupid, handsome, bloody James!
He is the love of my life! Also the boy who made my life a living hell for six years, the man who taught me to love, and the husband who gave his life to protect me and our son!
So these are my ever changing opinions of my love, James Potter and his faithful Marauders. To Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail and Prongs!
I am the fiery red head with green eyes!
I am Lilly Potter.