A hidden life
Prongs aka James Potter
Occupation:Auror
Interests: Quidditch, Marauding, and some other things not even the other Marauders know about.
About me: Everyone thinks they know me, but all they see is the jovial, fun-loving, carefree me. Even the Marauders have never seen my darker side. It's crouching in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to break free of its bonds and spring out into the open to launch its attack... an attack that would be lethal to all... especially me...
Wishlist: A normal life
The Slytherins glared at Sirius, but to James' amazement they turned away and ignored Peter.
Suddenly, James remembered an incident that had happened before ... He forced himself to shut off thoughts about the stone and concentrated. He had only been 9 then.
His father had come home from an Auror raid. He didn't remember all the details, but he definitely remembered now the last thing his father had said, "Those Blacks with their pure-blood mania hold a lot of power. You can bet the whole lot of them will end up following You-know-who."
Black ... of course! Suddenly it all made sense. But still, Sirius seemed very different from what he heard about the Blacks. Perhaps he would be the first to break the horrible tradition his family had.
James stared at Sirius, who was still shooting daggers at the Slytherin. He noticed how Sirius was clenching his fists until his knuckles were white. It looked as though this was just the first of many conflicts between Sirius and the Slytherins.
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