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well i've published this story before, but it was too long so I'm republishing it in Chapters!

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pixy

Yearly Conclusions about James Potter

First Year:

This is how far it's come. It's ridiculous, really. It's sad and depressing, that I feel the need to write a yearly conclusion about James Potter. Conclusions about that scrawny little boy with jet black hair, hazel eyes and round glasses. I think that I think that this will help me get rid of some of the anger I'm feeling towards him. I just finished my first year at Hogwarts and already I could write a book The Annoyances of James Potter. It would be an instant best seller. On second thought, no it wouldn't be. Everyone else seems to think that he is the new Superman (if they knew who Superman was).

What is his (Potter's not Superman's) problem? I never did anything to him. He was the one who started pulling my hair, stealing my bag and sitting next to me at breakfast for no reason. Alice says it's because he fancies me, which is so NOT true. I would probably throw myself of the Astronomy tower if it ever came to that.

The first time I met him was in the Hogwarts Express at the start of the year. Severus and I were stupid enough to sit in Potter's compartment. Of course, at that stage I had no idea who or rather what he was. Him and Black were sitting there discussing what house they would like to get in. Sev got involved in their conversation and they started to tease him. That's when I first felt that I would not like Potter. I decided it was time to find a new compartment.

As we were leaving the compartment I could feel Potter staring at me. Then at the great Feast he sat next to me, and he continued to look at me. Whenever I turned faced him and caught him staring, he just gave me one his lop sided grin and went back to devouring his food and talking to Black.

Over the next few weeks I could feel him staring at me practically everywhere I went. Even when he wasn't around I got the feeling that he was watching me. Finally I lost my temper and yelled at him in front of the whole class. But instead of being embarrassed like any other normal person would have been, he just grinned at me and went back to pretending to do his work.

As if that weren't enough he started to pull my hair. Whenever he saw me, he grabbed my hair and gave it a little tug. It didn't hurt, but it annoyed the hell out of me. I loved my long hair, but I was so sick of him pulling it, I cut it of and wore it tied up. It didn't take him long to come up with a new plan: He started with the pranks. Him, Black, Pettigrew and to some small extent Remus had been pulling pranks on everyone and everything right since the word get go, but they had always left me alone. I suspect that it had something to do with the fact that I was friendly with Remus who was one of their best friends. I never understood why Remus decided to befriend those two. He's the complete opposite to them. He's quiet, polite and smart and should know better than to hang around with gits like Potter and Black. I don't understand how he fits in with them, seeing as he always tries to keep the trouble they create to the bare minimum. His attempts fail. In their first year alone Black, Potter and Pettigrew (who is their little side kick. I know it sounds mean, but he's not terribly bright and does whatever Potter and Black tell him to do) got more detentions then the rest of Gryffindor House put together. Black, Potter, Pettigrew and Remus call themselves the Marauders and are proud to admit (except Remus who at least seems a bit ashamed when he gets a detention) that in their first year alone, they have broken the detention record that has been standing for hundreds of years. Oddly enough, people still like them. It's because everyone thinks that the Marauders are charming. They're well liked in our year. Even some older students say hi to them in the corridors.

So they started pulling pranks on me. Anything and everything. They died my uniform pink and smuggled fake wands into my bad, which would squeak loudly when I tried to perform magic. Oh how I hated them. I still do, in fact.

So my yearly conclusion on James Potter: He is an IDIOT!!

Tell me what you think, please.

pixy