Your Point of View:

"That's a pretty great plan," Sirius said, impressed. "I didn't know you had it in you to come up with a prank, Freckles."

I rolled my eyes.

"Alright so, I'm serious I-" James began.

"No, I'm Sirius, You're James!" Sirius said, laughing way too hard at his own joke. 

He was practically wheezing. 

The rest of us just stood watching him with unamused looks on our faces, and Remus merely rolled his eyes. Peter coughed to try to cover up a laugh though. 

"Oh come on, I've been waiting to make that joke for ages!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. 

"Alright, let's just get this over and done with, I need to get this revenge out of the way," I said, starting to set up the prank.

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"He's coming!" Peter whisper-shouted.

We pretended to be talking and not and watched as Snape began to walk through the doors to walk into the Great Hall. I had enchanted a bucket of grease to fall on his head when he walked through the door. We had found a secret passageway to Hogsmeade a while back and went through it last night, to well.. "borrow" some grease. I don't condone stealing, but it's for the greater good.

"GAHHH" Snape screamed as the grease fell on top of him.

"It doesn't look like there's any difference in the amount of grease in his hair," James whispered.

The now-greasy snape looked towards us, shooting daggers with eyes. I smirked back. That'll teach him.

We all burst into laughter and ran off towards the dorms, laughing.

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"Hey, guys I had an idea," Remus said as we sat in the common room, reminiscing about what just happened.

"Yeah?" We asked.

"So, what if we came up with a name for ourselves, like something we can call the group, to refer to ourselves as."

"That's a great idea!" Sirius said.

"So, do you have a name in mind?" Peter asked.

"Well, no, but you all are pretty creative so perhaps you have an idea?" He confessed.

"I've had an idea for a name for a while now, but I was too scared to tell it to you..." Peter trailed off.

"Go on Peter, we'd love to hear it," I said.

"I thought... The Marauders? I remember reading a book about a group that called themselves that and well, you know? But, it's alright if you don't like it."

"What do we think boys?" I said, a grin plastered across my face as I gestured to them like a conductor.

There was a chorus of;

"Brilliant!"

"Great!"

"Awesome!"

Peter smiled widely. I could tell he was happy to be included, and for people to be proud of him.

"Oi! Lupin! Get over here." Snape yelled, wiping the smiles off of all our faces.

Remus and I both look over at him, disgust on our faces.

"Not you, Remus." He snarled.

I began to stride towards him, my wand in my hand. James grabbed my wrist to hold me back.

"N/N, don't. It's a bad idea," He pleaded.

"I'll be fine, Jamie. I can hold my own anyways. I'm a Gryffindor for a reason."

I shook him off and continued walking towards the greaseball.

"What do you want, Snape?" I spat.

"Payback." He said.

I was too slow to react. In only a few seconds he had whipped his want out from behind his back and hexed me.

I had managed to grab the handle of my wand, but I didn't have enough time to make so much as the slightest noise before a flash of light blinded me. 

What did I ever do to him? Yes, I pranked him occasionally, but nothing that could make him hate me this much. Yes, I did just pour grease on him this morning but that wasn't enough reason to be bloody hexed.

It didn't matter, either way, I felt my head hit the cold floor and the sound of footsteps coming towards me. I could hear them calling my name, but it was no use. I couldn't open my mouth to say anything. I felt as if I was still falling, although I had already hit the ground.

It felt like I was falling down a rabbit hole. I didn't know which way was up, and which was down. I know had no way of knowing how long I'd been falling. It felt like years.

Then, everything stopped. I wasn't falling anymore, but I didn't feel like I was on the ground either.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least, and I couldn't do anything to move. I could hear vague cries from my friends but I was stuck. I felt helpless. I couldn't scream, or ask them to help me. My hold body felt numb.

What had Snape done to me?

I could hear James, the loudest of all of them. Screaming something. He sounded like he was underwater.

Then everything went black.

James' Point of View

"GET BACK HERE!" I screamed at Snape as he ran off.

What had he done to her? She looked dead. Her skin was sickly looking, her H/C hair looked messy thanks to the spell. I will get Snape back for this.

We covered him in grease and he nearly kills poor Y/N. 

Did he kill her?

Madam Motika pushed through the crowd that had formed around the unconscious girl, asking me what happened.

Madam Motika is a young healer with long brown hair and brown eyes. She's quite a famous healer, known for curing Dragon-Pox years ago. She was obviously a Ravenclaw, and she's amazing at what she does. She's currently filling the position for a while as the new healer is in training. If anyone's able to save Y/N, it'll be her.

"Snape hexed her Madam."

"Right. We'd better get her to the hospital wing, and I'll fetch my assistant to let the Headmaster know what's happened." She said.

'What if she didn't wake up?' I thought. 'She was- no James. She is your best friend.'

Madam Motika laid the young girl down on the bed and tended to her.

(TW: Quick Trigger Warning Here - Bit of Blood and Gore ~ You can skip to the '!!!' which means the bloody bit is over)

As soon as she was laid down blood began to drip from her mouth. I looked away. I couldn't bear the see her like that.

I turned back around and regretted what I saw. The blood was flowing out, staining the white sheets. Madam Motika looked worried.

What had he done to her? 

!!!

I can never let her get hurt like that again. I will be there to protect her next time.

No. That's not good enough. I'll just make sure there isn't a "next time."

I sat down on the chair by her bed. The other Marauders came in and out, but I didn't leave.

I can't help but feel like this is my fault. I know I didn't hex her, but I didn't persist when I told her not to go over there. I should have held her back, instead of letting her shake me off.

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"Mr. Potter, the headmaster would like to speak to you about what happened." Madam Motika said.

I followed her assistant to Dumbledore's office.

(Young Dumbledore^)

In his office, sitting, was none other than Snivellus. I wanted nothing more than to jump forward and attack him, but I knew I couldn't. I sat down, feeling stiff, and looked towards the headmaster.

"So, I was just told about an incident involving another student in your year level. Is this correct?" He asked.

"Yes sir." We both said.

"Now, Mr. Potter, could you please recount the story from your perspective? I was told that you were closest to the incident and saw what happened best."

"Well, sir. Snive- Snape," I corrected myself quickly,

"Came over to us and told Y/N to come over to him. I told her not to, but she insisted. She went over to him and he hexed her. She fell to the ground and went pale. He," I pointed sharply at Snivellus,

"Ran away, leaving her lying unconscious. Madam Motika is treating her now, but she was coughing up blood before. She's still unconscious." I said, anger dripping from every word.

"And Mr. Snape, could you please tell me what happened?" He asked calmly.

"I asked her to come over because she had pranked me earlier. I only meant to make her hair greasy but I mixed up the spell, and- and- and you heard the rest." He choked out, looking apologetic. I didn't believe him. Not for a second. Besides, even if it is true, which I highly doubt it is, I will still never forgive him.

"Mhm. Okay, I see." The Headmaster said.

"Well Severus, you will be suspended for the rest of the year, and James, I will be awarding 50 points to Gryffindor for you, and your friend's bravery throughout all of this." We both nodded and left his office.

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"That's only a couple of months! He should be expelled!" Remus yelled.

"Keep your voices down!" Madam Motika exclaimed.

"Sorry Ma'am," we said.

She said Y/N should wake up in a few days. But, that's a few days without my best friend and it's only an estimate.

What if she doesn't wake up?