When I was young

Chapter 1

My life has been long. Too long, if you would ask me. 
The Potters were too fast. Until one day, 1940, the summer.

It was a hot day. People tried to cool themselves with all kinds of spells. I didn't care. I only had one purpose; hurting James Potter. James was a annoying boy. I hate him. I still hate him. Anyway, I searched for James.
When I came in the great hall I saw James, sitting with some friends.
He was laughing. I contracted my fists.
"Can I speak to you for a minute?" I asked, "Yes, but no longer than a minute, I have better things to do!" said James. He laughed; his friends laughed too.
"What do you want to tell me?" Said James when we walked to a more quiet place, "You will hear when I tell you." I said annoyed.
We were at a quiet place, so I decided to stop walking. James stopped as well. "I want to do something I always wanted to do," I said. "Getting my Lily?" Asked James when he started giggling. I thought 'yes', but my mouth said "No,". James looked 'surprised' at me. I contracted my fist harder, held it above my head, and... I felt a hand grabbing my hand. A voice seemed angry.

A few minutes later I sat in front of Professor McGonagall. "So, Mr Vilijn," she said calmly, but with a strict face. I said nothing, looking as angry as I could. "What was that?" She asked while only her mouth moved, "Something." I replied. "It would be nice if I could speak Dumbledore for a minute," I said at a quiet tone.