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Ten Things I Hate About James Potter
1. I hate that you bully Snape
2. I hate that you get away with anything
3. I hate that you ask me out
4. I hate that you embarrass me
5. I hate that you care about your hair more than anything
6. I hate when you think you are always right.
7. I hate Sirius
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Chapter 8: I hate Sirius

“That doesn't count.” He objected, glaring at me.

“Yes, it does. He is the reason why you act the way you do and he makes you do weird things.” I said, it may have been lame but it was still a valid reason.

I had to play dirty to win for now on.

“Name one!” He challenged, shooting me an expectant glance.

“How about the time when you both stumbled out of the broom closet, hair mussed, shirt untucked...” I smirked as he tried to shush me, looking frantically around in fear of someone hearing.

“Okay! Okay! Merlin‘s balls, tell the whole world why don't you? It wasn't what it seemed, anyway,” I raised my eyebrow in disbelief.

Of course not, especially when two boys come out of a broom closet looking thoroughly snogged.

I was walking through the halls doing my prefect rounds when I heard it.

The sound of giggles and shushing. I rolled my eyes at the stupidity of it all.

Honestly, couldn’t they find somewhere else to snog; like in a bed would be nice.

Makes my job easier.

“Alright,” I said, in my most authoritative voice, knocking on the broom closet door. I heard muttering from inside and caught my name a few times before silence. I sighed again before knocking louder and warned, “If you do not come out at this minute, I will report this to Professor Dumbledore.

“Fine, fine, Merlin Evans, lighten up.” An annoying, muffled voice  replied before I heard a barking laugh. I narrowed my eyes.

I would know that annoying voice and laugh anywhere.

“Potter! Black!” In the same broom closet? I blinked before the door opened and out stumbled  Black and Potter in tow their hair mussed -or messier in potter’s case- , their shirt untucked, what the hell were they doing?

“Oh. My. Merlin.” I said, looking at them with wide eyes, I put two and two together and got…

“Gay!” I wheezed out, pointing my finger at them. “You guys are gay!” and together
!

“Ah, ah.” He said, smirking at me and wagging his finger at me. “ That’s not the whole story so…”

“Exactly,” I snapped at him. “That isn’t the whole story, the rest is even weirder.”

Black and Potter looked at me before they turned to each other as if checking each other out before turning back to me and saying, simultaneously, “Seriously, Evan, if I was gay, I wouldn’t snog him!” They finished by pointing a finger at the other.

“Hey! What’s wrong with me?” Black said, as if offended.

Are you kidding me?

“You said the same thing!” Potter accused, glaring at Black.

“So?”

“So, you’re not my type!”

“Oh…” Black said before he twiddled with his thumbs and muttered, “Why am I not your type?”

Ugh! This was ridiculous! “Look, if you prats are gay, I don’t care.”

They blinked before Black responded, “But we’re not.”

“Then why…” I began before I was interrupted by another voice from the closet.

How many can fit in there?

“Sirius, can I come out yet?” It was Jerkins and Johnson and I groaned as I slapped my forehead.

Who the hell shared broom closets?

Obviously, the Marauders did.

“This is too disturbing. Why would you even consider snogging in the same broom closet?” I asked, and they both shrugged before they replied.

“We’re best friends, it’s not that weird.” Black said while Potter responded, “It was all Sirius’ idea.”

“Traitor.” Black muttered, glaring at Potter who seemed unfazed as he only shrugged.

“Payback for cutting my hair.” He responded , glaring back at Black.

Black threw his hands up, in defeat, before he said, “Let it go, James!”

“Can you guys shut up for one minute!” I said, glaring at them. Jerkins and Johnson had left, not wanting to get into trouble, though, I don’t think Potter and Black noticed.

“So, let me get this straight; you are out after curfew because you two decided that it would be…convenient to share a broom closet to snog?”

“That’s about it, simple right?” Black said, smiling.

“How can four seventeen-year-olds, one having an abnormal fat head, by the way,” I added, quickly, which resulted in Potter giving me an indignant look. “…fit in a small broom closet again?”

“Something called magic, Evans, look it up.” Black said, as if I was slower than he was.

Git.

“And that’s why you hate Sirius?” Potter asked, raising an eyebrow as if in disbelief. “Because he convinces me to do stupid things? Why, Evans, I didn’t know you cared.”

“Not for you, stupid, for poor little Remus who is stuck with you guys as friends. The poor boy.” I said, shaking my head sadly at the loss of a great mind.

“What? Remus? He does those thing willin…”

“And I hate you more for staying friends with the bastard after what he did.” I interrupted Potter, and changing the subject entirely, recalling a certain memory from fifth year.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, giving me a curious look.

“He betrayed Remus and Remus is my friend.” I stated, simple as that.

By the look on Potter’s face, it seemed he had a pretty good idea of what the memory was.

But that was impossible, he didn’t even know I was there at the time it had happened.

I was standing behind the doors of the hospital wing, watching as the events before me unfolded. I had never seen Remus so broken, Black so serious (no pun intended), or Potter so furious.

This was not the Marauders I knew.


What had happened?

“It was just a joke,” What was? What had happened to make the Marauders as they were?

“A joke?” Potter asked, in a grim voice, glaring at Black. “If I didn’t save Snape, he would have died, Sirius, died! This, what happened tonight, was not a joke. Death is never a joke.”

Severus almost died and Potter saved him but how?

What happened!


“Stop.” Potter said, his head bowed and hands clenched. “I get it, let’s move on.” I looked at him, for a moment, before I protested  ”But, Sirius, what he did was un…” I was stopped by Potter’s shouting.

“Shut up, Evans,” He yelled, rising from to his feet but lowering his voice. “I get it, let‘s just go on to the next one.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up, what is wrong with you, you prat?” I was getting angrier by the moment.

“No, Evans, what is wrong with you? Don’t you have any sense of privacy?  Why did you eavesdrop on our conversation? You had no right to listen to what we were saying!” He yelled before picking up the notebook and throwing it at me, I caught it before it hit my face, I glared at him as he continued.

“Here, have it, I get it. I’ll stop bothering you…just don’t bring that up again.” He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and left through the portrait hole.

I was dumbfounded, what just happened? How did this become so serious and why did that memory make Potter so angry?

I got up, grabbing the notebook, I opened the portrait door and left in search for him.

I had to find him.

End of chapter.

A/n: Whoa, I didn’t see that coming. got the idea from one of my reviewers who left the idea of Lily and James fighting so this is it. Next chapter won’t be part of the list but more of a detour it will determine if this story will finish or not because if I make James give up then end of story but I don’t think I will.

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