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"Freckles?"

I hear the same familiar voice of my best friend since the first time we met on the train.

I'm sitting by the fireplace in the common room, rethinking all the food I had eaten over the years. As much as it was delicious, it was made by elves that had no choice but to work. My eyes began to prick with tears, and I blinked them back. I didn't want anyone to see me cry, let alone James. 

But I couldn't help but feel like I was horrible. A monster for what I had done to those poor elves.

I felt a hand on my shoulder as James came and sat next to me on the common room couch.

"Hey, I had an idea for the house-elves," James said quietly.

"Yeah?" I said, sniffling.

"What if we knitted socks and put them around the common room so that when the elves come to clean the common room-"

"THEY CLEAN TOO?" I cut him off, feeling even more guilty than before.

He ignored me and continued.

"They'll find the socks and be set free." He finished.

"Hey, that's a actually pretty good idea mate," I said.

"I know. You shouldn't sound so shocked. I'm pretty great." James laughed, smiling.

I shove him lightly. James always knows how to make me feel better. It doesn't matter what happens, he's always there to make me laugh or smile, and I think he's a pretty damn good friend for that.

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"You'd think he'd be less gullible by now," Sirius said, almost doubled over from laughing at the latest prank we'd pulled.

"But you're forgetting one thing, my dear friend," James added.

"And what's that?" Remus said.

"That he's Snivellius!" James said laughing, and he nudged Remus' side while the others joined in laughing, except a frown was plastered across my own face.

Severus had been hanging upside down by a spell James had learned recently after Severus had shown him up in potions class. 

I didn't like pranking Snivellius. He didn't have a lot of friends, or self-confidence. I don't like him, and I still thought he was a git, but I always felt bad when we pranked him.

"Okay, I'm going to go apologize, bye you guys!" I said running off towards Snape, ignoring their protests. Or more like just James and Sirius' protests.

I saw him up ahead, on his way to the Slytherin common room.

"Hey, Severus, could I talk to you?" I said walking towards him quickly.

He began to speed up and walk away from me faster. 

Now is the time to admit that I've never apologized to Snape before. 

I've tried to, plenty of times but he always runs away from me. Every single time. And I can't say that we haven't pranked him often, because we prank him a lot. 

I sped up and ran.

"Severus, please!"

"What is it?! Go back to your stupid friends. I've had enough of your dumb pranks, just leave me be you stupid mutt." He snarled.

I froze.

"Is mutt the right term for something like you? Or is that just for dogs? I suppose wolves are just wild dogs anyways. So which do you prefer?" The look on his face was a balance of smugness and pure anger. 

He knows.

                               He knows.

                                                                    He knows.

How does he know? Only Remus and my parents know about that issue.

It was my turn to run now. 

Why does he hate me? And more importantly, how does he know?

When Remus and I were four we were bitten and became Werewolves. We were both shocked when we found out we could go to Hogwarts. There aren't a lot of schools that accept those like us. Professor Dumbledore gave us a place to transform, a place where we couldn't hurt others. Not even James knows about my "condition." And the two of us tell each other everything. I've always wanted to tell the others but I just don't know how they'd react.

I mean, if someone told me they were a Werewolf I don't know how I would react either. It sucks too because Remus is really smart, but we understand that nobody wants to hire Werewolves. It's "too risky." If I told people they'd act differently around me. They'd be afraid of me. And the worst part is that I couldn't blame them for it. I'd be afraid of myself too.  I think the reason why I seem to get along so well with animals is that I know, even somewhat, how it feels to be one. Part of me is an animal. But, that's just my theory.

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I sat down on the couch near the fireplace and cried as quietly as I could, my brain spiraling out images and ideas of what could happen.

 I don't know where the others are right now. Part of me wants James here, to comfort me and make me feel better, but I don't want him to see me like this. A mess.

As if I've summoned him, James pops through the portrait, smiling. But, the smile wiped off his face when he saw me.

"Freckles? What's wrong?" He came over and sat with me, just like last night.

"Oh it's noth- nothing," I said, sniffling.

'Damn tears, go away!' I thought to myself. I can't be crying again.

I'm a mess, breaking down in the god-forsaken common room.

"It's clearly not 'nothing.' You can tell me, N/N." He said reassuringly.

"Seve- Snivellus said something.. rude, that's all." No, I wouldn't call him by his first name after that.

I wiped my eyes and tried to smile, I didn't want him to worry about me, or ask any more questions about what happened.

"Well, how about we knit those socks now? And we'll come up with a plan to get Snape back."

As much as I liked the egoistic, funny James, I liked this version of him too. He was more emotional and selfless. More vulnerable.

 He really cared about me, and I suppose I care about him too.

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"Alright, 5 socks down, I'll do 3 more before I head off to bed," I said to James.

"Hmm. I've done 2, so I'll do 1 more," He said.

"Shouldn't you make a pair of them?" I whispered, smiling over at him, eyebrows knitted together jokingly.

"We'll be here all night if I tried that, N/N. It's taken me long enough to make 2."

I looked over at his socks. They were.. well I don't know if you could call them socks. James had never knitted anything before, so I had taught him. His second sock was definitely better than his first, I had brought things to knit when I had come this year. I liked doing it as a pastime. I wasn't good at it, but I still found it calming nonetheless.

"I don't know if you can call those socks James," I said, giggling.

He shoved me lightly.

"Oh be quiet!" He said, chuckling back at me.

We sat there for another hour, laughing at each other's jokes.

Once we finished the socks, instead of going to be we decided to hatch a plot to get Snape back. I've never really been into the pranks. I watch the others do them, but I never really participate, unless you count apologizing afterward.

The plan was brilliant. Slightly evil, but not anything that would ruin his life.

Can't wait for tomorrow.