The Diary of.... Me

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Here we go. :evil:

The more I've thought about it, the stranger this seems. This is my first diary, given to me by my best friend, Alice, on the Christmas of my sixth year of Hogwarts. I've never written in a diary before, and the concept of it is rather simple, I suppose. Here I am babbling on and on in this book when I can easily write any essay I wish without a second thought. Maybe I am hopeless. Alice said to write anything about myself. My past, present, hopes for the future.... I'll grit my teeth and bare it, I suppose. Yes, that's best.

When I was young, my parents took my sister and me to a sort of fair. There were people peforming muggle "magic tricks." I remember it all seeming so spectacular, so breath taking.... so awesome.

An old women in a tent beckoned my mother and I too her. She was one of those fortune tellers, covered in shawls and jewelry. Without speaking, she grabbed my hand and studied it. She stared into my eyes for along time, then she finally spoke in a creaky old voice.

"Oh, child. My poor child. Your life will be a hard one. Your burden, difficult. Your life will be wondered at by those who you are to love. Your life will be full of trials, child. Keep a record of it, I pray. Poor child. Poor, poor child," the fortune teller shook her head tragically and waved me away.

When we were in safe distance from the tent, I turned to Mother. She was looking odd.

"Mum?" I asked, "What was that about?"

She smiled at me and said firmly, "My dear Lily, my dear, the fortune telling isn't real. Your life won't go that way, honey. Don't worry your little head about it."

I never thought about keeping a "record of my life" until now. Diaries are commonly used, both by muggles and witches. I guess it's time to begin keeping mine.

I hope that was satisfactory for an entry. I hope. Diary keeping is over my head. Maybe that will be the end. Alice won't let me, I know, but it's worth a try.

Jan 6

I'm back at school. On my last day of holidays, I was just outside, watching the snow fall when Petunia came out. I'm not sure about her right now, she's been rather touchy around me for the last six years, ever since I got into Hogwarts.

I asked her, rather shyly, what she was doing. She was waiting for her "young man" as Mum calls him, Vernon Dursley. Him I'm not to keen on. He's rather full of himself, and closed-minded.

When I said, "Oh, him." Petunia turned around and said "At least I have someone!" rather triumphantly. I couldn't help it. I'm rather surprised at myself, but some words popped out of my mouth before I knew what was happening.

"I do happen to have someone! James, James Po-" I stopped myself there. Why had that come out? I guess it was just to prove Petunia wrong, but still, why did I have to use him? He makes me sick. He's horrible, he's arrogant, he's a bully... Argh!

I'll just leave that at that.

I wasn't going to write again, but I knew Alice would make me do it anyway. She marched up to my dormitory after dinner and came down with my journal and a quill, saying "Write."

So here I am, in the common room. James is staring at me. Again. I hope he won't find out what I wrote just now about my conversation with Petunia. He'd freak, but that's because he's had a crush on me for a long time. He won't give up. He ought to, but he's to thick-headed to know that. Boys.

Alice is watching me rather amusedly. I think my facial expressions keep changing. Yes, they do. I should be an interesting sight: a girl in the corner writing a book while making faces! Ha! Maybe I am hopeless at this. I can't keep anything organised in here. I just asked Alice, and she said, quite calmly, "Lily, it just takes practice, but it's worth it, trust me."

How did Alice become the patronizing one? She's a year younger than me, and she's always been quiet. *sigh* Oh well. I can't think of much more to say, so I suppose I ought to close while I'm not jabbering here, feeling like an idiot. Practice, Alice says, practice. Practice.

A/N: I'm going to be using one of the characters, Elizabeth (Eliza), from my other fanfic, Only Family, but it will still make sense if you don't read it, as it's after this.

Jan 7

I'm back in the commmon, again. We've had dinner, and I already wrote my essay for Charms.

Alice is sitting near me, reading a book, looking exhausted. She's beginning to nod off, I think. She keeps starting and waking herself up. Joan, my best friend in my year, is glaring at the fire, her red hair glowing, looking very evil indeed. Liza, my other best friend in the year below me, is talking to her brother, James, on the other side of the common room. Sirius is with them, moving her books to bother her. How she puts up with them, I don't know. Remus is near them, doing his charms essay along with Peter, who appears to be struggling. It makes you feel almost sorry for him.

Nothing very interesting happened today, except Sirius got a letter from his parents. That rarely happens, but it turned out that they were trying to convince him to quit being a "blood-traitor" as they seem to call it. Sirius got mad and moved rather deliberatly, but his spoon slipped and hit Liza on the face. He appologized and seemed to calm down by laughing when she tickled him.

Liza just came over and sat down. She's talking to me right now about this diary and how we seem "unseperable" or something. I can't quite tell, she's talking too quickly.

Liza's quite a lot like James, but if James was more like her, I might consider talking to him occasionally. She's a bit of a troublemaker like him, and she has the same disregard for the rules, but she's not arrogant and she doesn't draw as much attention as her brother. She's on the quidditch team like him, though. She plays seeker, and is rather good at it.

James just came over, and so did Sirius. They're tormenting Liza. Sirius usually calls her Beth, Bethy, Liz, or Lizzie. He's the only one who does, because she hates it, and not many people want to make Liza mad. She can have a horrible temper, and James, even though most people don't think so, is really protective of her.

Liza looks quite a bit like James, especially with her hair down and her glasses on. She doesn't always wear them, her eyes aren't nearly as bad as James, and she can manage quite well with out them. If Liza has her hair pulled back and her glasses off, it's rather hard to see the resemblence.

I can't believe I just wrote so much about her, but she is rather interesting, and we spend time a lot with each other, so I guess the description was useful. Maybe next time I'll describe Alice or Joan.

James looks like he's trying to read this upside down, so I think I'd better close.

Jan 10

In the Commmon Room, as usual. Joan is watching me, staring. Her stare is rather unnerving. She has grey-blue eyes and the look about her is evil. Evil in an un-Voldemort-ish, just scary type of way. Even Sirius avoids her.

She and I began to be friends at the beginning of the first year when she swore at meand told me me to get away from her bed. I told her I wasn't near her bed, and to watch her language, and she started laughing.

She prefers it when people stand up to her, and when they don't, she squashes them flat. The other girls in our dorm avoid her as much as possible, and the boys, Sirius, Remus, and, Peter mostly, won't go near her. James yelled at her once, and now she's fond of him. She likes Liza too, because when she blocked Lize from getting into her dormitory and told her to explain why she ate one and a half rolls, Liza told her to get out of her way unless she wanted to be hexed apart, of course, Lize didn't have the ability to then, but Joan just laughed and got out of her way.

Alice got angry at her once, so Joan likes her, too. Those that are her friends are her friends for a long time coming, and have her protection.

James and Sirius lost us about fifty points today. They were tormenting Snape again. Honestly, they can be so immature, including Snape. They bait each other and then pretend to be innocent. They hex each other, throw insults, it can be so annoying! I've stood up for Snape a few times, but then he just insults me. I've mostly given up, because it doesn't faze anyone a bit, and Snape just calls me a mudblood and keeps swearing.

Liza just came in from Quidditch practice, followed by the rest of the team. As it''s storming out, you can just make out sodden red and white fuzz balls.

Jan 13

Today went pretty well, except for the end. That would probably be because of the small... er.... large row between James and I after dinner. Well, maybe I was the one that did most of the shouting, but James was the one that provoked it. I suppose I could've just let it pass, but James was being such a provoking little toad all day that I just broke.

I hate it when I do that, especially because it seems to make James partially pleased and it makes the rest of the school whisper when he or I pass them for about a week. I guess that's the trouble you get for living in a school full of kids with nothing better to do than gossip and... gossip.

Alice is watching me. She seems pleased with the fact that she was the one forcing me into this. No one that doesn't know her well would never dream that quiet, shy Alice would be so stubborn! I wish she weren't, but I'm not going to tell her that I don't mind this anymore. I just moan for the sake of giving the girl a hard time, and giving her a headache for... five seconds.

Lize is talking to Remus. I'm not sure what about, but she looks amused in a grim way. James, Sirius, and Peter keep whispering and looking my way. It may have something to do with the row not too long ago.

Lize and Remus just came over here. No word of what they were talking about, but they seem to be making an effort to be jolly. I'll have to get it out of Lize later. Tickling always works... it's easier not to use the charm. She's ticklish in enough places!

Peter's here now, too. Liza doesn't look to happy with that. She's giving him rather disgusted looks. She's not to fond of him. I don't know why. Peter's nice enough. I asked her once why, and she had difficulty explaining.

There are too many people over here to keep on writing.

Jan 14

Joan, Lize, Alice, and I are up in Joan and my dormitory. Lize is sitting on my bed next to me, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. Joan and Alice are sitting on Joan's bed, side by side. We're talking, and I have nothing better to do than record our conversation:

Joan, grinning: So, Alice, how's Frank?

(She went on a walk with him earlier)

Alice blushes, and stammers: Oh, he's fine, I guess.

Joan winks at Lize and says to me: See, I think they're getting hooked up, so what about you and James?

I stare at her and answer: James? You wish Joan! He's a sick arrogant idiot, and I don't want to go out with him! He's a bully, he's...

Liza clears her throat: Um, Lily, I know you don't like James and everything, but I would prever if you didn't insult my brother. Especially not in front of me.

I felt myself grow red: Sorry, Lize, I didn't mean...

Lize answers: I know what you meant, Lils, but still, he's my brother. You have a right not to like him, but just don't insult him in front of me. It makes me rather uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable silence.

Breaking it, Joan says: Lize, how's quidditch going?

Lize: Pretty good. The only trouble we're having is that Frank his having problems blocking his left hoop. And we have to catch up on our homework afterwards. I hate OWLs.

Alice laughs: Yeah, and we haven't even taken them yet!

Lize: Ugh. Speaking of which, Lis, we have that charms essay for Flitwick to work on.

Alice: Why'd you have to remind me?

Lize: Because, if I didn't, you'd be frantic tomorrow.

Joan and I exchange looks. Too right she would!

Alice and Lize say goodnight and leave.

Joan grins: I see the row with you and James hasn't yet become old news yet!

I moan.

Joan laughs: how long will this one take? A week? Two?

Me: shut up.

I threw a pillow at her.

She laughs: come on, let's go see how everyone's doing.

Me: just a second.

I haven't gotten what Lize and Remus were talking about out of her yet. I'll keep trying. Maybe I should really try the tickling....

Jan 15

Lize isn't giving anything up. Maybe I don't want to know, but she's been trying to convince me that it's his buisness, and I ought to lay off. I guess I will, as she's acting rather desperate about it.

We're in the common room, once again. Alice, Lize, Frank, and a few others have been studying for three and a half hours now. I heard Sirius comment that that was a lot of time for so early, but I don't think so. Lize was really reluctant to start studying, but Alice got her too. Honestly, that girl could get Voldemort himself to do something good... I don't recommend it though, he'd probably kill her, and that wouldn't exactly be good.

Joan's reading a chapter in our potions book, looking bored. Remus just walked over.

"Hi," he sits.

Joan nodds eying him carefully. Remus raises an eye at her, and she seems satisfied. She smiles at him and returns to her chapter, her eyes flicking up to us occasionally.

"Your row with James doesn't seem to be blowing over anytime soon," he commented, looking at me carefully.

"So?" I ask, trying not to snap. I succeed, but barely.

Remus shrugs, "He's in a bad mood."

I nodded, looking at him carefully.

He catchs my look and nods, "Just making conversation."

"Why, exactly?"

He laughs, "Because James in a bad enough mood to get Sirius out of his way. No talking to him right now."

"Oh."

"Yeah, and Liza's studying, and Sirius is off with Peter talking to Hagrid. I just got back from the library, so I decided to talk to you."

I nod. Remus occasionally does that. He's nicer than the others, but he never stops him. Peter's nice too, of course, but he's always following Sirius and James. Rather pathetic. Wow, I sound like Lize.

I pull out my astronomy homework, then look up, "Say, do you know when the next full moon is? My lunar charts not here."

Remus looks at me oddly, then says, "The 25."

"Thanks." Why exactly does he know that? Then I realize. Once a month he usually disappears, right? And he always seems to know when the next full moon is. I have a theory. I'll test it.

Remus and I are still talking, but it's nothing intresting enough to write.

Jan 16

I have stopped asking Liza about her conversation with Remus. My reasoning is simple enough. If my theory's correct, it would explain a good deal of my questions. If it's correct, how ever, that would be horrible. There's suppose to lot of pain during that. I'd hate that to actually happen to someone, especially some one I know and like, such as Remus.

Alice seems rather proud of herself for making me write in this journal. I pretend I hate it, but it's just pretending, and I think she's realised it by now.

Sirius is chasing Liza around the common room. She has his wand captive, along with a small mirror. He's yelling and chasing her. They're weaving in and out of chairs, tables and people. Neither of them have tripped. Oops. Spoke to soon. Sirius just tripped over a rug. He fell face first. As he fell, he grabbed Liza by her robes nd pulled her down with him. Now they're in a heap on the floor, laughing so hard they can't speak, both of them with tears rolling down their cheeks.

Lize still has Sirius's wand and mirror. Wait, nope. Remus took that moment to reach down and take them from her. He pats her on the head, only to make her laugh harder, then takes them to the table they were/are sitting at.

Sometimes I can hardly see what Liza sees in them other than the family ties, but she enjoys it to such an extent, I think that it may kill her from the excitement. Alice and Joan sometimes go with her to over there and enjoy it, but I never go over there. I would want to, if it weren't for the fact that if I'm within ten feet of that git she calls her brother, he asks me out. Annoying prat.

Other times, I can see that they're really nice people, with a bit of git mixed in. Oximoron or not, that's how I feel. But then, where that lot is concerned, I'm not quite sure how I feel. All I know is that Joan is intimidating Peter, right now, and I think he's about to cry. Should I rescue him? Let's just watch it unfold...

Jan 17

No, Joan didn't make Peter cry, much. He just stood up and ran up the stairs. Joan nearly fell off her chair laughing.

I can't see Alice and Lize. They're hidden behind this pile of books .... completely hidden. James just came over here and asked if I'd go to Hogsmeade with him. Any guesses to what I said? No, of course. He didn't seem that surprised, just turned around and walked away.

I'm sure he'll ask me about 25 times until the Hogsmeade trip. At the Hogsmeade trip, he'll ask me about twice more. Stubborn idiot.

Joan's asked me if I feel sorry for him in the she leaned back in her arm chair.


I answered of course I did, any one who is so hung up on someone, but also happens to be a complete git is someone I guess I pity.

She asked me if I won't actually just go out with him once, at least.

I answered that I wouldn't, at least not until he stops being such a bigheaded arrogant git, and starts acting human.

She laughs and asks if I don't think going out with him might show me that he is actually capable of human emotion.

I answer that if he can't show any human emotion with out my help, then he's a completely idiotic moron.

Gosh, I'm mean. Oh, well. I guess he deserves it. Too bad I'm doing this with out someone to stand up for him. Like Lize.

I guess now that I'm feeling guilty, I'm not going to be able to write with out devoting several pages to him, something I wouldn't want to know. For one thing, it's a complete waste of paper, and for another, if James found out, it would just make his head swell to a much bigger size. If that's possible.

Jan 20

Joan and I had to drag Alice and Liza outside today, away from their studying. Actually, it wasn't that hard, at least not Liza. She was staring out the window, her feet kicking long before we decided to go outside. It was freezing out there, and the snow kept blowing into our faces. With in seconds, Liza was covered in snow and her pent-up energy was coming out.

Joan and Alice were taking a neat walk through the snow, and Liza dragged me into a snowball fight. Joan and Alice were amused, and when ever one of our snowballs nearly or did "accidently" hit them, they'd send a rocketting lot to us. After a while, we wandered around the lake. Then it started snowing again, so we went to see Hagrid. We don't often, but Liza goes with her brother, Sirius, and all, sometimes.

Hagrid was rather cheerful, and asked if we wanted some tea. We declined, but then he told us we were either going to have something warm, or freeze. We thought he was exagerating, and he probably was. He then gave us cocoa, which was different than usual. Liza was immediately thirsty (she has a weakness for it) and made us have some.

When we left, Liza chased Joan half way to the castle, before Joan began chasing her. They ran around in circles, before falling over. Alice jumped onto Liza, and rubbed her face with snow. Joan tackled me, and the attack continued. We went up to the castle tired, wet, cold, and.... cold.

That was our outing.... and now we're completely calm, and doing our homework. Actually, no, Liza just got up and tackled Remus. Okay, then. That was odd. Now she's back to doing her homework, and Remus is rubbing the back of his head, looking confused. Sirius is doubling up with laughter, and I'm going to finish this essay.

January 25

It's just after dinner. The moon is full, and my theory remains intact. Remus left after lunch, looking pale. When questioned about it, the answer came as, "I'm not feeling too good. I'm going to the Hospital wing," and he left.

And so, my theory stands unchallenged. I'm glad I figured it out, but I'm not happy that it's true. There's been a rising ridicule on werewolves of late, and I think it's going to get worse. Lord Voldemort's been recruiting them, I think, but it may just be a rumor.

Liza just stood up, and walked away from our table, crossing the commmon room towards a window. She's staring out it sadly, almost longingly. I look around and see that James, Sirius, and Peter have quietly disappeared. If they're not back in a few minutes, I'll question Liza.

The sun has just set. I went to Liza and stared out the window along with her. We stood, almost in a silent vigil for a while, until I saw shapes in the distance. Something that looks like a dog, no two that look like a dog, but one's more like a wolf. A wolf! A werewolf? I see a stag, perhaps, but Liza points towards the lake and I see the squid's tentacles waving, almost in greeting to us.

When I looked back, the shapes were gone. I suppose it was just something of my imagination, I wouldn't doubt it, it seems to be running away in less pleasant ways lately.

James wasn't as unbearable today. He seemed rather preoccupied. I'm sure he's aware of this, so that may be the answer. Also, when my bag split, he helped me get my books collected with out being a complete prat. He's not horrible all the time, I suppose.

Liza stared sadly out of the window, then turned to me, her voice soft, asking:

"You know, don't you?"

I nod, and she smiles sadly, "He handles it well, better than I ever could, I bet. Sirius, James, and Peter do what they can."

I look down and nod.

We fall silent, and exchange looks.

Jan 26

Remus came to breakfast later than usual, looking pale, tired, and weak. Lize gave him a grin, which he returned. She poured him hot chocolate. He accepted, raising his eyebrows slightly, before laughing and drinking some of it.

The other three were tired looking too, but looking rather cheerful. Why they were tired is beyond me, and Lize keeps ignoring my questions on it. But she did, when we got into the common room tell me that I should tell Remus that I know. I was startled and asked why, and she just shrugged, and answered:

"Well, I think he'd feel better knowing that you told him that you knew rather than you keeping that from him. It would make him a bit more comfortable around you, also."

I asked if she didn't think he'd be upset, and she answered:

"Him? No. Trust me, I know him well, and he'd be a lot happier knowing you knew and didn't mind rather than not being aware of it at all."

I though that was odd, and told her so, but she just called Remus over anyway.

I told him that I knew, feeling rather nervous, but he just nodded, and asked if I minded at all. I told him I didn't, and his expression cleared, and he smiled. He teased me about James, and Lize rolled her eyes while we debated about him. He caught me in a corner, as he knows more about him and managed to tie me up with my own argument.

We were rather relaxed, and watched Peter fall asleep and fall out of his chair. Then he told me he had to go do his essay for charms. I answered saying I was finished.

Now I'm watching him. He only seemed slightly startled I knew, but after he realised I didn't mind, he warmed up. Maybe that's not the right term, but I'm tired, so I'll head up to bed.

Jan 31

I thought I was going to make a whole week of no writing, but Alice cornered me, and put me under the tickling jinx until I gave in. How I love giving her a hard time!

James has asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him a total of 27 times so far. That's neartly a record! At this rate, he'll ask me about 54 times before the actual Hogsmeade visit. Of course, I may have to come in contact with him more often, these coming days. I hope not, but it's possible.

The Quidditch team just trouped in again. They're soaked. Their uniforms are dripping, but apparently they made it here without Filch or his cat getting a hold of them. Liza's leaving a little river behind her.

Ouch. Alice just came down the steps and slipped on Liza's puddles, bump, bump, bump, bump, the rest of the way down the staircase. She's not hurt, she's sitting at the foot of the stairs, laughing.

Joan is watching the procedures with an odd look on her face. Her eyebrows are raised, her eyes cool, and her face emotionless. I think it's due to that look that many people are afraid of her.

When I ask her what's going on, she hisses, "Make him look away."

I looked to see what she was talking about. Then I saw. Sirius was looking at her curiously, staring, almost. I drew his attention to me and shook my head. He gave me an apologetic/not exactly so grin, and turned away, talking to James, who just came in.

Febuary 2

This I wish,
This I plead,
Will you be my date to Hogsmeade?

Ug, not the best poetry I've read. It's probably the most pathetic, though. That James has to try to.... try to woo me with a poem is sick. That was one of the ways he tried to get me to go to Hogsmeade with him. It's also the least drastic!

When Lize read it over my shoulder, she began to laugh so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks and she couldn't breathe. She's been quite amused by her brother's attempts at getting me to go to Hogsmeade with him. She shouldn't be allowed to be as amused as she has been. She's spent most of the day, laughing till her face is bright scarlet and her sides ache.

I've lost count of all of the times James has asked me. Today was far worse than the two weeks put together. Why he's suddenly so.... enthusiastic is beyond me. Thankfully.

Sirius as also been acting... odd. So has Joan. They seem to be avoiding each other. Speaking of which, Sirius is heading over here and Joan is in the library. Lize and Alice are sitting here. Remus is with Sirius.

"Hello!" Sirius says brightly.

Remus grinned and nodded to us.

"Hello," Liza says suspiciously.

"How's your day?" Sirius says conversationally, but Lize doesn't take it as such.

"What do you want?" she asked sharply.

Sirius sighs, "Oh, Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie."

She raises a dangerous eyebrow.

"Fine. I came over to ask you something. Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?" Sirius asks almost humbly.

"Why?"

"For a date, of course."

"Of course? Honestly Sirius, what do you want?" she looks exasperated.

"Just that."

She looks suspicious, "Oh, really? Fine then, what do I get out of this?"

Sirius attempts an even more humble look, "My undying gratitude."

"Oh, shove it! What do I get?"

"I... I...." he looks wildly around at Remus for help.

Remus grins and says, "He'll be your servant for a week."

"Make it two, in the holidays, and have him sign a slip. That would make that a deal. With witnesses, mind."

Sirius looks relieved, "Thank you so much!"

I decide to draw up the slip:

I, (Sirius's signature), hereby become (Liza's signature)'s slave for the first two weeks of summer holiday on the condition that she is my date for the upcoming Hogsmeade trip.

Witnesses:
(Remus's signature)
(Alice's signature)
(My signature)
(Frank's signature (he came over to see what the rucus was about))

Sirius seemed very relieved.

Later

The more that I have talked about it, and thought about it, the stranger this begins to seem. What is so strange is that Sirius asked Lize. Not only is that the strangest and most..... destructive couple ever imagined, they consider each other as siblings! To Sirius, Liza is a sister he can tease during all hours of every day. To Liza, Sirius is her other brother, one that she can't tell on and he can't tell on her to her parents. He's another soul to tease, and he's another friend to talk to. Them as a couple is one of the scarier things I've ever come across. Almost.

Another thing is, the part of the conversation after I stopped writing it all down. (Sirius was trying to read it, so I had to slam it shut and glare at him ) Here it is:

Lize: What's James going to do?

Remus (laughs): Oh, him? He's going stag! (more laughs)

Lize: Really? Literally or no?

(That part made absolutely no sense, but Sirius, Remus and Lize all laughed)

Sirius (thoughtfully): You know, I think he is going literally.... I mean, Lily e won't go with him, so maybe.

Lize: What about Peter?

Remus (shrugs): I think he's going with some Hufflepuff girl. What was her name?

Sirius: Alexis, I think.

Lize: What about you, Remus?

Remus: Well, I was going to go with Alice, but now she and Frank have finally gotten together. Maybe-

(Joan comes in, Sirius gets pale. Joan pointedly ignores him.)

Joan: Hi Remus, Hi Lize, Lily, Alice

Remus: Hi Joan. Do you want to go with me to Hogsmeade?

Joan:Yes! I will!

(She looks slowly at Sirius, almost pointedly. He smiles and nods to Liza. Joan's eyes become icy, and she smirks and nods to Remus. They seem to have been almost showing off the fact that they had dates with other people. When Sirius and Remus left, Sirius had an odd look on his face, almost sad. To my surprise, so did Joan)

Then I got it. Why would they have those looks on there faces? Why are they so uncomfortable around each other now? Why were they so eager to get dates? Other people for dates? I nearly laughed when I realized it. They are such idiots! But then, maybe I'm no better off then them.

Febuary 4

Absolutely nothing interesting is going on. Nothing! At all! THe only thing half way so is that Joan and Sirius were having a rather silent fight of glowering during dinner. James couldn't keep a straight face and ended up falling, laughing, into his mashpotatoes. Alice looked vaguelly amused, and Liza and Remus were exchanging looks, both of them grinning.

But, Alice is making me write this, and has me covered with her wand, even though she's too busy studying to notice that I've been pretending to tear out all of the pages.

Maybe I should try to discribe my friends???

Joan:
Physical: She's tall, thin and pale. She has rather shadowed eyes, and they're gray. Her hair is curly and a dark red. She usually has a look on her face that could freeze the sun, or boil blood.

Personality: She's frightening and proud of it. She thinks it's best to scare respect out of a person then become their friend. She says it keeps them loyal. Where she came up with that, I don't know. She's not good with 'good' emotions. I think they scare her. She's intellegent and is best at Defense Against the Dark Arts, which has caused a few rumors.

Alice:
Physical: She has straight, light brown hair. She has a constant smile and a round face. She's slightly short, and has amber colored eyes.

Personality: She's usually cheerful, and is studious. She's a sweetheart, and is embaressed almost easily, but she does have a hard side. She can manipulate people to do what she wants them to do, trying to convince them that it's good for them. She's had a crush on Frank for almost ever, but she usually goes to Hogsmeade with Remus, as friends. She's rather studious, too.

Liza:
Physical:
She's medium height. She has messy black hair, and hazel eyes. She's thin and wears glasses. She looks alot like her brother, but if she pulls her hair back and takes off her glasses, she looks very different.

Personality:
She's full of energy and laughter. She plays pranks as she draws breath, and gets on well with her brother's friends, except Peter. She can be sweet, too, but she's far more stubborn than is probably good for her.

Okay, my hands tired, and Alice has finally stopped covering me with her wand.

Feb 8

I can't help but notice that a lot of my entries so far have been about so and so, and how so and so likes such and such. I'm finding that rather annoying, so the subject will change. At least for this entry. Of course it's not a very cheerful note, but I guess that's the way it has to go.

Murders in the past week: 23
Torturings: countless

There have been several articles on the papers about how Voldemort's supporters tortured and killed muggles in varying areas. There going around Surrey to seperate towns. In my opinion, that's to close to my parents for my liking. At least the chances of it being them that get tortured and killed are rather low; the deatheaters seem to just take a couple random houses per town and torture the living daylights out of them.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is getting rather intense. Our professor this year is a retired Auror, Professor Synca. He has us doing quite a bit of dueling, and learning about curses. Joan and James went up against each other for a duel. They held their own very well, and after 20 minutes, Synca stopped them.

Febuary 11

I over heard a conversation between James and Lize. I have nothing else to write, so I'll copy it down here.

J: I just don't get it! Why doesn't she...

E: Honestly, James. It's because Lily's not shallow.

J: I never said she was! I was just asking why she won't...

E: Go out with you? Take flattery in your attention? She's not one of those girls. She doesn't swoon over you because you're popular, or....

J: Or handsome?

E: Poor, poor James. Poor, poor, dillusional James.

J: Hey! I take offense in that!

E: (dramatically) Oh! How ever will you go on? (sound of someone falling against the wall)

J: (laughing) Honestly, Iza, why?

E: She doesn't want some arrogant idiot who can't care for anyone but himself!

(I wonder how many conversations about me they've had? This one's making me feel slightly awkward, I will admit)

J: I am not arrogant! I care about other people!

E: (sighs) I know that, but I've known you all my life. She doesn't know you that well, and everytime you go near her, you act like such a git that I don't know why I'm related to you! You hex people, you scoff, you act all high and mighty, I mean James! You're better than that! She doesn't know that because you've never been normal around her!

J: She should stop putting up that 'Hard to Get' Act! She knows she likes me!

E: James!

J: Yeah?

E: Stop acting like a freak and get over yourself!

It sounded like they were about to leave the room, so I left in a hurry.

Feb 14

Tomorrow's the Hogsmeade visit, and I've discovered I don't know what I'm going to do! Everyone but me is going with a date it seems (except Potter, but who cares about him).

Alice is going with Frank.

Joan is going with Remus. (very strange couple)

Eliza is going with Sirius. (I see a strange trend)

James is going.... stag. (Why do they keep saying literally and laughing. I see there's a joke in it, but I don't get it!)

Peter is going with some Hufflepuff girl... She's a third year. (I see a very strange trend.)

[big blot]

I HATE JAMES POTTER!!!!

[another big blot]

Oh! He's going down!

Feb 15

Sorry about the last entry. James was trying to put a spell on his sister’s quill, and he accidentally hit mine instead. So he claims.

Hogsmeade was today. It wasn’t as bad as I had dreaded. That’s good, of course.

Alice and Frank were a rather cute couple. They are, of course, anyway, but they were enjoying themselves at Three Broomsticks when I saw them.

Lize and Sirius were rather dangerous. They ran from one place to another with such energy it was amazing. They spent a good deal examining some sort of thing in Zonkos. They wouldn’t tell me what it was for, but I’ve decided that I really would rather not know. It’s probably safer.

Joan and Remus were another interesting couple. Joan usually glowers at anyone who goes within six feet of her, and Remus is kind to everyone. They were an odd couple, but I think they enjoyed themselves nicely. They spent most of their time wandering aimlessly, talking about general things.

Peter was with his Hufflepuff girl. Neither of them really spoke, both of them slightly red, and wishing they were somewhere else, but as they day went on, they relaxed and began to talk and make some progress.

I ran from couple to couple, talking to anyone I saw, enjoying my day, and getting a new quill since no one can figure out the counter-curse for the jinx that git put on my other one. This one’s very nice, and holds more ink than the other.

The git spent a good deal of time with his sister and best-friend, but they teasingly informed him to go away.

I talked to Hagrid, too. He’s really good to talk to, and he is extremely nice. We wandered from subject to subject until he had to go give a bottle of flesh-eating slug repellent to Professor Sprout.

Feb 25

Nothing has really been going on.

That's a very weird statement, but it's true. Everything's been quiet around here, for Hogwarts. No odd happenings with the professors, no major pranks, no one has gotten into much trouble. Nothing.The person hasn't asked me out more or less than usual, the professors haven't piled us with homework. Liza and Sirius haven't chased each other across the Common Room any more than usual... they did it once since I last wrote, but that was because Sirius poured all of her ink onto her. Idiot.

Joan hasn't said anything about anything. In fact, right now, she's glowering into the fire. Everything must be normal with her.

Alice is talking to Frank during the pretense of studying.

Eliza is folding a piece of parchment into a strange figure.

Remus is helping Peter write and essay. He looks slightly annoyed, he's had to spell Imperious five times for him already.

Sirius and James are crowded around a piece of parchment pointing at something on it and laughing.

Everything's normal. And boring.



10 minutes later

Still normal and boring.


5 minutes later

Normal and boring


15 minutes later

Guess what?

Normal and boring.


2 minutes later

Except.... Professor McGonagall just came in. She's rather pale. She spots me in the corner and comes over here.

"Lily, Professor Dumbledore needs to speak with you."

Not normal. Not boring.

Feb 27

I can't say for sure if what has happened in the last few days is real, but assuming this isn't a dream, a horrible one at that, and I haven't lost all bits of sanity I once possessed, I'll try to tell this the best I can. I remember it well, despite how much I'd rather forget.

Professor McGonagall led me from the room amid the stares of the other Gryffindors. James and Sirius's eyes grew large as we walked by, and Joan was startled. Liza, Alice, Frank, Peter, and Remus all looked worried.

We didn't speak the entire walk down the corridors to Dumbledore's office, but paintings looked up as we past, and a few murmurs past through from them.

We stopped by the statue of a gargoyle.

"Chocolate Frogs," Professor McGonagol said sternly, and a spiraling starcase became visible.

We went up it, and stopped at a door. Professor McGonagall knocked on it, and it opened. Inside was Professor Dumbledore, sitting behind a desk.

"Yes, come in, Miss Evans."

I came in.

He sighed deeply, "You are no doubt wondering why I've summoned you up here."

I nodded.

"Sit down, Lily."

I sat, fear mounting.

"The truth is, a few muggle families were attacked where you live."

I sat, waiting.

"Among those killed were Alfred and Rose Evans, your parents."

I sat, staring at him. Lies... it had to be, or maybe I was dreaming.

"Your sister, Petunia, was away when this happened. She is alive and safe."

I nodded, slowly, before finding my voice, "Who killed them?" My voice was tight, and it sounded like it belonged to someone else.

"Death Eaters, I'm afraid. We're sending you to your home for a week. You'll attend the funeral and have time to mourn. We'll bring you back in a week's time, Lily. You'll be safe, I promise you on this. We'll have people stationed nearby in case of complications."

I nodded, slowly.

Dumbledore looked tired, "Lily, I'm very sorry for you loss."

I nodded, once again.

"House elves will get your belongings."

I nodded.

I can't write any more, Petunia just came up. She's furious looking, as she has been for the past few days. We'll be having breakfast. I'm not hungry.

Feb 27, after breakfast

That was a rather uncomfortable event. My Aunt Cecelia kept fussing over me, telling me what a poor thing I was, and how sad she was. We haven't received the autopsy results yet, but I know what they'll say. They couldn't find anything. Most likely. The only plus I can see with everyone feeling sorry for me is that they'll let me alone to go up here and write.

Anyway, back to what happened:

I was given a small suitcase containing my muggle clothes and a few keepsakes. Dumbledore smiled at me as he handed me portkey. He told me that it would transport me to where he had told Aunt Cecelia to meet me at. She was to meet me in a half hour, but since I was using the portkey, she wouldn't see me arriving in such a way. It would probably give her a heart attack. Professor McGonagol would accompany me and hand me over to my aunt.

She wore a muggle dress, looking very uncomfortable. I changed out of my robes into simple dark muggle clothes.

We sat on a bench at the train station, watching the muggles walk by. They had lives of their own. Well, have. No one glanced at the woman and girl suddenly appearing in a corner just off of a platform.

Aunt Cecelia showed up, Petunia trailing after her, pale. Professor McGonagol stood up, and greeted her. As aunt and professor talked, Petunia came to me, and sat beside me.

"You know what happened?" Petunia asked carefully.

"The headmaster told me. It's awful."

"That's all you can say? Lily! Our parents are dead, and all you can say is, 'it's awful'!"

"It is Petunia. I can't believe it."

"I can't either."

I was afraid my sister would be angry at me for what the Death Eaters did, but she seemed to not be taking it out on me. Yet.

The ride home was slightly uncomfortable. When we got to Aunt Cecelia's house, she began to fuss over both of us. It was disgusting. All I wanted to do was go to bed, and wake up to find this all a dream, and she was to busy fussing to notice we were both irritated with her.

"Poor Dears!!! You're Aunt Cecelia will take care of you, not to worry."

I hate it. People have been doing this to me ever since. It's disgusting. Don't they know I just want to be left alone?

When we reached the room we were sharing, Petunia turned to me, "That's your bed," she said, pointing.

"Thanks."

"Lily?"

"Petunia?"

"It was wizards who killed them."

"I know."

"Lily! You're learning to be a witch! Some of your kind killed my parents! Do you know how that feels? They're dead! They can't come back! Unless, can you bring them back?"

I looked up at her. She was dead serious.

"I can't, Petunia. It's impossible. And if it weren't, I'm not nearly powerful enough."

"Magic! You have it! It you aren't learning to do anything of worth, what are you doing there? You're a witch!"

" 'The bonds of death are some of the strongest. Attempts to break them have been done by the most powerful, but all of the wizards nearly lost their magic, their lives, of actually did. The closest to breaking them is to have a shadow of the victim still walk the earth as a personage referred to as a ghost. Nonmagic people cannot become these. They reside with the magic peoples that choose a full death rather than to become a ghost.' I can't do it, Petunia. I wish I could, but I can't. We'll see them when we die."

"You can too! You have magic! You said yourself, magic makes impossible things happen! You've petted unicorns, and flown on a broom! You've made potions and cast spells! Are you telling me it's all pointless???"

"Petunia! I can't do this! Magic isn't pointless. It's-"

"Then you must use it to torture people! To kill them and trap their souls! You're all freaks! I can't believe your my sister! In fact, you're not! You're just some demon! Stay away from me!"

She ran out of the room.

I stood, stunned. She hadn't just.... but she had. My own sister, calling me a demon and refusing to go near me. Now, with all of this happening. Of all times!

I laid down and cried myself to sleep without changing.

Feb 28

On the 26, nothing much happened. Petunia avoided me, and spent all of her time with that boyfriend of hers, Vernon. I don't really like him. He doesn't seem to have much of a personality or anything. Then again, maybe I've been spending to much time with Sirius, James, and Liza, all of which have far too much of a personality.

Earlier today, (it's night here, and Petunia's to busy talking on the phone to a certain person I've mentioned) we got the autopsy results. As I predicted, they couldn't find anything wrong. Petunia threw her cup of orange juice at me and ran out the door. Aunt Cecelia just stared after her before turning to me to ask what was wrong. I left the room in a hurry.

The funeral is tomorrow, and I honestly can't wait to get back to Hogwarts. I'm tired of having my sister act like I'm a deadly plague, and people fussing over me. I'd like the potions master to sneer at my attempts at potion making, to have trouble finding a book in the Library I need for an essay due the next day, to have Slytherins throw hexes at me when my back is turned.... I even miss having James stalking me! I'm a pathetic case.

Of course, I'm hoping no one will fuss over me there, but no one can fuss like dear Aunt Cecelia.

"Did you eat enough, sweetie? I think you need to have some more toast."

"Poor child, you don't have enough proper clothes. Only three outfits? Oh, dear."

"How much you've grown! It's amazing, considering your sister says your school is completely awful. You don't have to go back there."

"The poor little girl, her parents dead and no one to take care of her but me."

Yes, I feel horrible, but having some one fussing like that can only make things worse! It's so annoying, and she does it even more to me than to Petunia. But then, Petunia can escape from it by going out with her boyfriend. (Aunt Cecelia continues to call him "that dear boy". )

Petunia just hung up and turned out the light very pointedly. I was about to get out my wand for light, but I realized Petunia would freak, and I was outside of Hogwarts. I have to finish by the dim moonlight. After all, it is only a cresent.

March 1

The funeral was horrible.

Petunia hung on to Vernon's hand the entire time, her face buried into the side of her arm. Once she motioned to him at me as if to say, "And where's yours?"

People I vaguely remember, if I do at all, would come up and say, "Oh Lily! Look how much you've grown! Poor child, I'm so sorry about you're parents. They were wonderful people."

Those was usually some of the best conversations I had. Well, almost. One man, my father's cousin, came up and talked to me for a while. He was actually pleasant to talk to. He didn't act as melodramatic as nearly everyone else, including his wife. I can't remember all he said.


The closing of the caskets was the worst experience I ever want to have.

Mum didn't look like herself at all. She was expressionless, and.... blank. Her mouth looked rather stern, but nothing else held any mimicry of life. Mum is....was... a laughing woman, always smiling. She was never still, and went from one thing to another, always with a soft song coming from her lips, working to make the sun shine brighter.

Dad was a quiet man, always with a thoughtful smile on his face, and a kind word to say. He moved slowly, and was always calm, but he had a life about him that was rather unmistakeable. He looked cold and austere...and dead.

They both took on my parents general appearance, but they were just shells, skins of my parents. I couldn't stop trembling the entire funeral. The service itself was.... unreal. I was in a dream state, the state I seem to have been taking a permanent residence in.

After the funeral, sobbing people left. I found a witch standing beside me. I vaguelly recognise her from Hogsmeade, or something.

"Lily? Yes, I thought so. Professor McGonagall be taking you back to Hogwarts in two days. Okay?"

"Actually," I began, my voice unsteady, "Could I go back now? Please?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm sorry, you can't. She might be able to get you back tomorrow night. I'm sure Dumbledore won't mind terribly. I'll ask. Hold on a moment."

She hurried off.

I said goodbye to several more people before the woman showed up again.

"Professor McGonagall will get you from your house tomorrow at six, okay? Dumbledore said you can leave then. Goodbye."

With a crack, she was gone.

Petunia still won't talk to me, despite how much I beg her to talk to me. I've left her alone, I've bribed, I've begged.... She's too stubborn. There isn't anything I can do. I hate it.

March 2

I am finally back! Joy!

Petunia ignored me the whole day, as usual. Aunt Cecelia seemed surprised when I informed her I was going back to Hogwarts tonight.

“Already, dear? How awful! Couldn’t I write a note or something? Anything to keep you here, sweets.”

“Sorry, Aunt Cecelia, but no. I have to go back, don’t want to get to far behind, do I?”

After a while, she finally gave in.

“Very well, but you must come back sometime, if only for a short while, promise?”

I promised.


Professor McGonagoll came for me. She conversed shortly with Aunt Cecelia, giving her condolences. She nodded to the glaring Petunia, and led me out the door. We walked down the road, and when we reached the corner, Professor McGonagoll slipped a portkey to me, and we arrived at Dumbledore’s office.

When I was dismissed from there, I walked back up to the Gryffindor Tower with the new password, “Cassiopeia.” When I reached the Common Room, hardly anyone I knew was in there, except for James. Groaning, I went up to my dormitory. It was empty. I went down to Lize and Alice’s dormitory, but the two other girls, Jen and Dari were in there, giggling.

I went back up to my dormitory and slowly unpacked, hoping they’d arrive shortly. After I unpacked, I sat on my four poster bed for a couple minutes. That wouldn’t do; I’d spent too long alone to just sit on my bed staring into space.

Reluctantly, I went down to the Common Room. James was still the only one in there. He was looking bored, and rather impatient. He noticed me approaching, and gave me a nod and a grin. I sat down in a chair near him, and tucked my legs under me.

“Hello, Evans!” He said with a grin.

I raised an eyebrow at him, wanting to retort, but all I said was, “Hello, James.”

He blinked at his first name. “How are you?” he started, realizing what he had said before hastily continuing, “I mean, other than the obvious.”

I smiled sadly at him, “I’m glad to be back, that’s for sure.”

“Oh,” he nodded, “Well, erm, how’s your family?”

“Let’s see... my aunt, Cecelia, is a fright, my sister, Petunia, thinks that what happened to Mum and Dad is my fault, and that if it isn’t, I should be able to bring them back to life.”

James stared, “I’m sorry.”

“Where is everyone?”

“Well, Alice and Frank went to go study in the Library. They dragged Lize with them. Sirius tagged along. Remus and Peter went, too, because Peter doesn’t understand something about Potions, I forget what. Joan.... I can't remember where she went, but she's not here.”

“Why aren’t you with them?”

“Well, I’m supposed to be in detention.” He grinned.

“Why aren’t you?”

“I was, but Peeves caused a ruckus in the hall, so Filch sent me down here. I’m not to leave until he comes back for me,” he laughed, “But, of course, the second I have a reason too, I will.”

As if to give him a reason, Remus burst in to the Common Room. James sat up, interested.

“Hi, Lily. Hello, Prongs.”

“Yes, Moony?”

“Eliza and Padfoot just let off a bag of Dungbombs. Madam Pince is beside herself,” he smiled, "I think they're in for detention until May."

James stood up and stretched, “Well, if my sister needs me, I guess I’ll try to go get her out of trouble. See you, Moony. Goodbye, Lily.”

We both said bye to him, before Remus turned to me, “He’s calling you Lily, now?”

I shrugged, “Apparently.”

Remus nodded, "I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow."

"I wasn't, but home was horrible, so I managed to get here now, instead of later."

March 2, Near Midnight

I couldn't sleep, so I came back down to the common room to write this.

Remus nodded, "Well, we're glad to have you back, or at least I am. You should have seen the girls. Liza was freaking out, and Alice was about to cry. Even Joan broke her iciness. James moped around, but you know him. Sirius was startled too."

I smiled at him, "I'm glad for the concern, but I'll make it."

Remus nodded, "As for the chaos that goes on around here, you've missed some. Eliza 'accidentally' poured her goblet of iced water down the back of Snape's robes. He hexed Sirius until there was broccoli coming out of his ears. James jumped on Snape. Sirius, James, and Snape ended up in detention. The professor that gave it to them didn't notice Liza. You know how everyone but McGonagall and probably Dumbledore thinks that everything Liza does is actually James's doing. It seems none of them noticed that everything doubled when she arrived."

I laughed, "What about today's incident?"

"It was Eliza and Sirius. What do you think? He brought the Dungbombs, she found them, and they set them off. If James arrives at the right time, and says the right thing, he'll end up in detention with the rest of them."

"It's almost as if he wants detention."

Remus glanced up from the book in his hands.

"Never mind, I know he wants it, he's a Potter. They seem to enjoy detention."

"They do. I'm wondering if their kids will be like that, too."

"Who's to say?"

"That's true."

Peter, Alice, and Frank chose that moment to come in. Alice gasped and ran, throwing her arms around me. We started laughing, collapsing on a muddle. Alice let go of me and started howling.

A/N: Sorry, I got interrupted in what I was doing, so I'll continue.

Frank raised an eyebrow at us laughing and exchanged looks with Remus before sitting down. Peter yawned, and announced he was going to bed.

"Welcome back," Frank said with mock seriousness.

"Thank you, good sir," I teased.

He grinned at me, but didn't say anything. The portrait banged open, and we could here the fat lady complaining. James, Sirius, and Liza stepped in. James was on the verge of laughing, and Sirius and Liza had innocent looks on their faces.

Remus looked up from Alice, who was still rolling on the floor, giggling. "What happened?" he asked.

James joined Alice on the floor, both involved in the same activity, while Sirius grinned at Liza. She sighed, before saying, "Well, James and Sirius have detention with Madam Pince, cleaning out the Library for a week. I have one day. She thinks it was James who did it, but I'm so closely related to him I would have gotten detention if I'd have been talking to her at the desk when it happened."

She finally noticed me, and gave a short shriek, hugging me tightly, "Welcome back!" she said jovially, "Welcome back!"

Alice sat up, breathless, and I grinned at Liza. I felt better than I had in a week.

It's a little after midnight now, and I'm starting to feel tired. I'll attempt sleep once more.

March 4

I slept better last night. Joan and I were sitting on our beds after dinner, talking. Joan was brushing her hair, and I was trying to solve a puzzle I'd found under Joan's bed.

Diana and Shannon came in, giggling. They're the other girls in our dormitory. They sat on their beds and began to chat with us. They don't normally do that, but last night, they did.

"That Sirius Black is too cute, isn't he?"

I stared at her. Yes, it was a common comment from many of the girls, but something about the way Diana was acting made me wary.

Joan seemed to have read my mind. Calmly, casually, she asked, "What do you mean?"

Shannon giggled, "Oh, I don't know, but do you think that that Eliza girl's going to keep him? I mean, they went to Hogsmeade together didn't they? Are they going steady, or what?"

Joan and I exchanged looks.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked with a giggle.

Dianna shrugged, "Oh, you know. I was just wondering."

Joan set her brush down, and stood up, "I'll go ask him."

Dianna blinked, "You don't have to, I was just wondering."

"No, no, it's fine," she said soothingly.

Her face instantly crackled into ice. She cooly walked to the door, opened it, and nodded to us before heading down.

Shannon began unbraiding her hair. "What was that about?"

I smiled, "Oh, you know, she's just asking. She's not afraid of Sirius."

Diana nodded, "Of course not? Why would she?" She began to untie her shoes. She sat them neatly by her bed.

They began talking about how Sirius and James had detention from that prank in the library. It was obvious they didn't know what had really come about that night.

"Now they have detention for two weeks," Shannon finished.

"One week," I corrected automatically.

"What?" Diana asked.

"They have detention for one week. They told me."

"They talked to you? Or should I say, you talked to them? I thought you wouldn't talk to James!" Shannon asked.

I shrugged.

They exchanged knowing looks.

"Where's Joan?" asked Diana.

As if that was her cue, Joan came in, her face flushed. She sat on her bed and began brushing her hair furiously.

"Well?" asked Shannon.

"What?" Joan asked.

"Is he going out with Eliza still?"

Joan blushed even more, "Um... no, he isn't."

"Oh." Shannon and Diana both exchanged looks.

"We're going to go talk to my sister," Diana said cheerfully. The left the room.

I turned to look at Joan. I had never seen her like this.

She looked at me helplessly, before staring at the brush in confusion.

March 5

Sirius and Joan have been acting... odd. At least since then. From what Alice has told us, this is how it came about:

Joan came down stairs, icy and acting the way she does often.

“Some of the girls in our dorm want to know if you and Liza are going steady.”

“Why do they want to know?”

“How am I to know? Are you?”

“What if I am?”

Joan just raised an eyebrow at him, “Are you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Why not?” she seemed generally curious.

“Lizzie’s more my sister than she would be my girlfriend. Besides, she’d probably hang me by my pinkies above the lake if I wanted to go steady with her and she found out.”

Joan laughed, “I can easily see her doing that.”

“So can I. Are you going steady with Remus?”

“Remus? Me? Not in the least. He’s a good friend, but I don’t want him for a boyfriend.”

“Would you go with me to Hogsmeade? On the next Hogsmeade weekend?” Sirius seemed flustered.

Joan stared at him, “You mean, on a date?”

“Yes, I mean on a date. Will you?” Sirius answered.

“I... yes, I will,” Joan said, backing away, “Good-bye,” and she ran upstairs. She paused half-way up to regain her composure before entering our dormitory.


Alice was completely amused by that. She wouldn’t stop laughing when she was telling us. Liza and Remus were discussing that over lunch after James took Sirius to do something and Alice and Frank took Joan to the library for some help. They found it rather entertaining. I can’t say I blame them!

It’s good to be back at Hogwarts. Everything here is so familiar. The routine is easy, and the people here I’ve lived with for years. It’s always interesting, and besides, my friends help me keep my mind off what I need too.

I just have to read some things and practice a couple spells for my homework. It’s not too bad, considering I know those spells pretty well, and the reading is already done. I just reviewed over it all.

March 7

Joan’s finally starting to act a little normal. She’s not as flustered around Sirius as she was a couple days ago. I didn’t realize he was acting similarly (but less obviously) as Joan until he finally began to relax.

Quidditch is back on. Liza, James, and Frank, along with four others disappear every night again, just to come back red faced and cold, with grins on their faces.

They just got back from one. Liza changed and hurried back down. She’s yawning and her eyes are puffy with tiredness. Her nose is red. All of that is giving the impression that she just got done crying.

Frank just ran down. He has a pile of books in his arms that he just slammed down in front of Liza.

Alice raised an eyebrow at them, “Starting all of that now? You two should have started that hours ago, like me,” she teases them.

Frank yawns in an over-exaggerated way, while Liza sets her jaw and begins to attempt at writing her essay. Frank begins to do the same. Neither seem to have much luck. They write a couple words, look at something in their books, then make it disappear with a wave of their wands.

“I hate O.W.L.s,” confides Liza to the world. She’s scowling, and has only managed to write one sentence to keep. There’s ink on her nose, and she hasn’t noticed yet. Alice points to something and whispers.

Eliza nods, and begins writing down things, using the book, finding answers. She’s nearly done after fifteen minutes.

Frank missed it all. He looks up, and sees Eliza done, and drying of the ink on her papers. He groans. Alice flips his book to the page after the one he was staring at. His eyes widen, and he begins writing, quickly.

Sirius and James just let off about twelve hundred fireworks. They’re pretty nice ones, I’ll admit. Very bright. One just flew through the window... right around the tower.

Sirius and James leap up, and run towards the window. Sticking his head out, Sirius cranes over to see if he can see where it went. They both jump away from the window as if stung, and run up the stairs to their dormitory. The door slams.


A few minutes later, Filch comes bursting in the common room. He’s mad. He looks around the common room.

I think he just gave a third year detention. He (the third year) doesn’t look too happy...

A/N: The next update will be coming on Saturday! :D

March 10

There seems to be another war in Hogwarts at the moment between the James and Snape. Since James is in it, so is Eliza, Remus, Sirius, and Peter. Since Eliza’s in it, so is Alice, Frank, Joan, and I, but we’re not in the thick of it.

As for what the action has been:

Snape and James had an unauthorized duel in the Charms corridor yesterday.

Eliza and Sirius cursed Snape with a hex I’ve never seen before, but it made Snape’s hair glow different colors.

Snape in turn kidnapped Eliza and held her hostage in an empty classroom directly above the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.

Remus rescued her from that, and left Snape unconscious in the corridor. covered in black boils.

That’s just what happened since yesterday. Remus just marched in with Lize about a quarter of an hour ago.

James and Sirius are getting agitated. Their tempers are beginning to seethe. They’ve never been too fond of Snape to begin with, and they’ve got something I’d call hatred between them. Something’s going to happen. Soon.

Eliza’s slightly angry, but she’s more shaky at the moment from being held hostage for a couple hours.

Remus is anxious, but he jokes that unless that something’s done soon, he might not get blame for it what with full moon rolling around.

Peter seems more worried about his charms homework than anything else at the moment.

Joan’s as unreadable as ever, and her face is basically a sheet of ice, so I think she’s a bit worried.

Alice and Frank are making sure Eliza’s okay. She’s insisting she is, but they don’t believe her. Frank just announced she doesn’t have any broken bones. Eliza just kicked him. Alice says her reflexes are good, too.

As for me? Well, I’ll see what happens, and hope it’s not too explosive.

March 15

I have a vague idea on what’s going on right now, but I don’t know for sure, so I won’t write it down, but I’ll write what’s going on.

The tension’s been mounting even higher since I last wrote. All of the boys have been in the Hospital wing at least twice with rather bizare injuries, including and especially Snape. Eliza’s been in there three times, and she’s not the only one.

Remus is gone, as tonight’s full moon. Just after dinner, Snape sneered, passing us (we’ve been in a tightly-knit group ever since Snape started hexing any stragglers. He hit me with a full body bind last night and stuck me in the broom closet. Filch found me about four hours later.) “Where’s Lupin? Don’t tell me his mother’s sick again,” he snickered.

Sirius grabbed Snape’s arm and whispered furiously to him, his wand gripped in his hand. He dropped Snape’s arm, and wiped his hand on his robes. When we walked away, Snape began to head out to the grounds.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said, “I’m going to go down to Hagrid’s for a bit.” He left.

Back in the Tower, five minutes later, James was fiddling with a piece of creased parchment. Suddenly he stared at it, going pale. Eliza was working reading through her charms homework. Peter had just fallen asleep. James leaped to his feet, shoving the parchment at Eliza, running up the stairs to the dormitory.

Eliza picked it up and looked at it. For a moment, she was confused, but then she went pale, too. She stood up just as James dashed down the steps, a silvery cloak in his hands.

“James,” she began, “Is he...”

“I think so. I’m going to try and stop him, and no, Lize, you can’t come with.”

“James,” she began.

“No, stay here,” he turned to me and Frank, “You two make sure she does, okay?”

He ran out of the Common Room. Frank, Alice, and I exchanged confused looks. Eliza began to pavr, parchment gripped in her fist.

About ten minutes later, Sirius came in, his hands in his pockets, strolling in nonchalantly. Eliza’s eyes widened at the sight of him. At first I thought she was going to run over and tell him something, but too my surprise, and his as well, she ran over and slapped him.

“You idiot! How could you do that! Don’t you know what this means? I can’t believe you!” she was about to go on, but Sirius stopped her.

“What are you talking about Lize? What have I done?” he looked worried.

“You told Snape! You idiot! You told him to go somewhere, and he went!”

Sirius looked slightly uncomfortable, changing subjects hastily, he asked, “Where’s James?”

“He went after him! He went to stop him! You’d better hope nothing happens to him or Snape!”

He blinked, “Why are you so worried about Snivelly?”

“It’s not so much Snape, but didn’t you stop to think? Of course not! What will happen to Remus if Snape dies? What happens if he lives, but spreads the secret? What if James dies? What if Remus get’s imprisioned for this? It’s all your fault. Do you think all’s going to be well, and there won’t be a problem in the world?”

Sirius was pale, “I-I...”

Eliza continued on this vein for a while, her anger burning. Her last words were soft, and cold.

“My brother’s out there, you know, and if something happens to him, or something happens to Remus, I swear-”

The portrait burst open. Professor McGonagol stood there, her face pale and furious, her voice shaking with cold fury, “Sirius Black. Get out here. Now.”

Sirius looked at Eliza, desperate. She lifted her hands and backed away, as if to tell him that she wasn’t planning on forgiving him any time soon.

Eliza’s just been pacing the last while, her anxiety peaked.

Later That Night

I've decided that I actually do know what's going on. Apparantly Sirius sent Snape down to where ever Remus is taken on full moon... no wonder Lize was upset... It's rather surprising of Sirius, but I'm guessing it's a lapse of judgement, and then a stubborness that has him. Lize's still angry, and... I think I'm babbling....

After a couple hours of trying to calm down Elize, a rather tired looking James came in. Eliza launched herself at her brother. Once she was satisfied he was okay, she demanded to know what happened.

Apparently Snape saw Remus, but James got Snape out before too much damage was inflicted. Professor McGonagall saw James and Snape as soon as they were out and caught them. Snape babbled about Sirius.

Thus the deputy headmistress bursting into the common room a few hours prior to now.

James has been awarded, and a letter sent home to his parents saying how he saved a student's life. Sirius has detention with Filch for practically ever and a trial at the ministry.

When Sirius came in, Eliza didn't say a word to him. Sirius gave us all defiant looks and went up stairs, James watching him with an odd look on his face.

"I can't believe it," James admitted, "I can't believe he'd actually do that to anyone. Even if it was Sniv..." he glanced at me, "Er... Snape."

Liza nodded in agreement, pulling her knees to herself.

Alice spoke up suddenly, "Remus is a werewolf, isn't he?"

James nodded, and Eliza stared at her knees, her face pale.

Alice nodded, "I thought so. It's a shame, isn't it?"

James face became guarded, "What do you mean?" he asked slowly.

"It's just that he has to keep it secret because of the fears of the public," Alice said simply.

James relaxed visibly, "Yes, it is."

We sat silently for a while. Finally James stood up, "Goodnight," he said before going.

The rest of us scattered after a while.

Joan sat down on the rug in our dorm. She hadn't said anything all night, "I can't believe it either," she whispered.

March 18

When Remus got back, he was pale and tired. We were sitting in the common room, bored. Sirius was in detention. No one had spoken to him since that night. Eliza was checking her essay, muttering. James was staring into the fire, his glasses reflecting the flames. Alice was quizzing Frank on History of Magic, and Peter was reading his homework for Transfiguration.

He came in, walking slowly, no one really noticing he had joined us. He sank into an empty chair, and the creak of the wood floor caught out attention. Everyone froze, staring at him. Eliza leapt up, and hugged him, much to his surprise. Alice and Frank exchanged looks, and James gave him a shadow of a grin.

“What happened?” I heard Remus whisper, “You never came...” his voice was soft, and I could hardly make it out.

“Do you remember... anything odd?”

There was silence before Remus whispered, “Someone human... then someone else... I seem to remember, but I’m not sure. A close call, I remember. Do you know who it was?”

“The first one was Snape. The second one was me, pulling him out.”

There was a clunk. Remus had dropped whatever he was holding, “Not Snape?”

“Yes, Snape.”

“But how?”

“Sirius told him how to get through the willow.”

I snuck a glance at Remus. His mouth was open, and a desperate disbelieving look was on his face. I looked over at Liza who was nodding, her face still full of anger.

“No, I couldn’t believe... not Sirius? Where is he now?”

“Detention. He got into a lot of trouble for it, and Liza flipped out at him, I heard.”

Liza blushed.


The past couple of days have been... interesting, to say the least. Liza and Joan had a row in the middle of the sixth year girl’s dormitory. Joan’s been rather edgy about everything going on with Sirius, and just cracked. Joan was blaming Lize for Sirius’s behavior.

He won’t talk to anyone, or even look at them. He’s going through a stage of shame, which is really strange for him. He’s been especially weird with James, Eliza, and Remus. Remus and Joan have been trying to get him to talk, but he won’t take the bate. Joan spent all of yesterday pleading with him to talk to her, but he wouldn’t.

Eliza’s been waiting for him to finally come and talk to her, and she’s being rather patient about it.

March 21

Finally, after loads of pleading, Remus got Sirius to talk to him. I’m not sure who was more relieved, Remus, or the rest of us listening to Remus trying to talk to Sirius.

After a bit of talking, Remus forgave Sirius readily. Sirius seemed surprised. I can’t really say I blame him. It would have taken me a while longer. James forgave Sirius too, and after a while longer, Eliza reluctantly began to talk to Sirius.

Joan’s fully relieved, which is always good. She’s been half-mad the past three days because of Sirius’s behavior.

It sounds good, but we’re all walking on eggshells. No one is acting normal with Sirius, and he isn’t with anyone else. We’re talking, but still rather politely. There’s a definite stiffness in the air. I can tell, it will take a little bit to clear up.

Even though Eliza talks to Sirius, she’s very cool about it. Of course, I have a strong feeling that she hasn’t forgiven him, not in the least bit. She’s just been ignoring him mostly, but she’ll answer him if he asks her a direct question, or if she’s sent by someone to tell him something. She’s also been as abrupt as I’ve ever seen her.

The ministry has yet to suggest some punishment for Sirius. He’s not looking forward to that, but it’s needed since he’s guilty of... of something... I’m not precisely sure what that is.


Due to everything going on, the Mauraders haven’t been performing any pranks lately. People who don’t know what’s going on are rather uneasy. I’m sure they’re thinking it’s too quiet and that this is just the calm before the storm. In my opinion, a good prank is probably something we need to clear the ‘stiffness’. As a prefect, I shouldn’t think that, but it’s inevitable.

A/N: I'm sorry to say this, but from now until the beginning of November, updates will be very few. I'm sorry, but there's not any time until then.

March 27

I would suppose I spoke too soon if I hadn’t been wishing for it as much as I was.

It wasn’t what I had hoped for, but it’s probably as close as we were going to get, so it’s fine with me. I mean, it wasn’t actually the “Marauders”, as they call themselves, but Liza.

She has detention with Mr. Filch until quite possibly the end of forever, but Eliza’s quite cheerful concidering. I suppose it has something to do with being a Potter. Insane, all of them I’ve met. Well, that’s only two, but that’s enough for me for now.

She took Filch’s cat and stuck her in a suit of armor. Eliza got scratched up by doing that, but I doubt she even noticed. I can’t exactly say I blame her as what she did next was something I’ve often thought she’d try to do to Snape.

After she had the cat in the armor, she put a box of Dr.... something’s fireworks in the armor, right along with the cat. She poked her wand at it, and ran to the nearest cupboard.

And if the wasn’t one of the loudest sounds I’ve heard in a long time (I happened to be walking by, but noticed what was going on and ran for it). Classroom doors burst open, and dozens of people stuck their heads out to watch the shaking armor spit out sparks.

With in seconds, Filch arrived, shrieking about how someone had attempted to murder his cat.

I’m not exactly sure how Liza got caught, because she was laughing too hard to understand when she told her tale. James looked impressed. I suppose that sort of thing is a mark of honor to him.

A/N: I'm baaaack!!!!

April 2

April fools day is a day for fools.

Yesterday was, needless to say, interesting.

It all began at breakfast. I dropped a cornflake in my goblet. Not a big deal. It was early. At early times I tend to not pay attention to detail. Shame.

I reach into my goblet, not noticing the four boys who are staring at me. I fish around and find the peice of cereal. I begin to draw my hand out, and pain shoots through my pinkie.

Startled, I try to pull out my hand, but it's stuck. With a hiss, I examine the goblet. I let out a low hiss and look up at the s******ing boys to my right.

Joan looks questioningly at my face, "Lily, why you washing your hand in the orange juice?"

"It's stuck."

Joan raises an eyebrow, "Lily your hand's not that big! Here, let me see," she reaches for my hand.

I shake my head and pull the goblet away, "Joan, no, it's gnawing on my pinkie!"

"It's what?"

"You heard me, it's gnawing on my finger."

"Here, let me see if freezing the goblet will help!"

"Don-"

But it was too late. She hit the goblet just fine, but it also made my hand immobile...

"Did it work?"

"Yes, my hand is frozen nicely, thank you," I snap.

"Well, you don't need to get snippy, I was just trying to help," she says calmly.

"Sorry, it's just..."

"Yes, I know, your hand's stuck in the goblet," she finishes hurriedly, standing up, "Come on, let's get you to Pomfrey before you lose your hand."

As we hurry out of the Great Hall, I note that several other students are rubbing their slightly red noses, and examining their goblets...

I roll my eyes as the goblet takes a firmer hold on my pinkie.



"Happy, Potter?" I snap as I walk into the empty common room. The goblet was removed, and my pinkie healed, but I can't help but stay in a sour mood.

The common room is empty except for us, him browsing through a quidditch book, and me slamming my books on the table.

"What do you mean?" he asks innocently.

"What do I mean? What about those goblets you switched in the Great Hall? One of them was working on biting my hand off!"

"You shouldn't put your hand in your glass. It's unsanitary."

"I'm surprised you even no what that word means, Potter! You hardly pay attention to anything but yourself and Quidditch and pranks and-" I brake off as he stands up.

"And what Evans? What else do I pay attention too? Or better yet, what don't I?" He advances slowly.

"You..." my mouth goes dry and my head spins. I swallow, watching him... "I...."

My heart thuds and I meet his eyes... his hazel eyes...

I spin around and run up to my dormitory...

Sitting on my bed now, I wonder why I reacted so oddly...

April 4

Sirius left this morning for his trial. Everyone's anxious, especially some certain fifth and sixth years in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Joan's been pacing for a while, unable to settle to anything.

Remus is sitting in the corner reading a book, but his eyes are hardly moving, and when they are, they're not focused on the book.

James went to bed an hour and a half ago, fifteen minutes after dinner.

Peter is doodling on a scrap peice of parchment, his face white.

Eliza disappeared five minutes before her brother went up to bed.

Alice and Frank are sitting in the corner, staring at the fire.

I've just been going from one thing to another, unable to settle on anything. Sirius may deserve punishment, but everyone's worried as to what it is. The punishments ttempted murder can ranged from anything to Azkaban...

James muttered today about how it usually depends on how much gold the judges get on how the trail goes.

I didn't really believe him at first, but Eliza nodded in agreement.

"Our uncle was sent to Azkaban for a year in a half because his neighbor gave someone in the ministry a couple hundred Galleons. They made up a case against him... What was in James? He was breeding Dragons?"

James nodded,"That was it... the court didn't bother to mention that Uncle Timothy's terrified of them."

Snape doesn't seem to come from a rich family, and Sirius wouldn't bribe anyone, but that doesn't really make us feel much better.

April 5

Sirius isn't back yet, and everyone's terrified. Joan locked herself in a closet four hours ago, and hasn't come out since. James is skipping all of his classes (Joan's skipping too, rather obvious considering it's 11 o'clock).

We're in the middle of History of Magic, and none of the sixth year Gryffindors are even bothering to pretend to pay attention. Of course, no one is dozing either. Peter and Remus are whispering to each other across the aisle, and Diana and Shannon are talking to each other right behind me. They're having perhaps one of the most...interesting conversations I've heard in a long time.

"Poor Sirius! I can't believe he was sent to court, can you?

"No! He never seemed to be a criniminal type!"

"I know! He's so cute, isn't he?"

Giggles.

"Yeah! Him and James!"

More giggles.

"Well, James's hair isn't very neat, is it?"

"Oh, I don't know, I think it's fine."

"What about Remus?"

"He's too quiet... and he reads too many books."

"He's kind of boring."

"Yeah. What about Peter?"

"Ew... Peter? He's so ugly!"

"I know, but he's friends with James and Sirius!"

"That's true, I guess..."

"I hope Sirius will be okay..."

"He might get life in Azkaban."

"What did he do, do you know?"

"He probably got caught doing a prank."

"They don't send you to court for a prank, do they?"

"Probably. I mean, I heard McGonagall saying to James once that if he took a prank so far he'd end up in serious trouble..."

"Going to court is serious, isn't?"

"I think so. People don't go to court that often, do they?"

"I don't know."

Sometimes, I just don't know what to think. I think something happened to them last night, because they usually aren't that bad. Five more minutes of class!

April 6

It probably wouldn't be best to make a habit of this, but I'm writing in the middle of this class, as well. It's Defence Against the Dark Arts, but the professor is just lecturing on dementors for the fourth time in month, and I'm sitting in back, so I'm hoping he'll just think I'm taking my notes.


I honestly do not have a clue as to what is going on, but Sirius came in last night.

We were all sitting in the common room, or nearly all of us. James couldn't hold still. He was like a little boy, jumping up and pacing every few minutes, then sitting down and fumbling with a book, or something before dropping it and pacing once more.

Finally, at quarter to 9 o'clock, Sirius comes into the common room. He finds us, grins, and says, "I'm free..." in a cheerful voice. Something in his eyes didn't seem so gleeful as they should have, but he had a grin on his face, and we were all to happy and relieved to really care.

"That's great!" Alice cried, reaching up to give him a hug.

James stared for a moment, and collapsed to the ground. I think he was going to sit down because that's how he seemed to fall, but there wasn't a chair beneath him to fall into, so he landed on the ground. He stayed there, sitting up, relief apparent on his face.

Frank grinned and congratulated Sirius.

James's relief wore from his face, covered by a slightly puzzled look.

I found myself slightly startled by James's reaction and studied Sirius for a minute as he shot James a look and mouthed, "I need to talk to you soon," with everyone but Liza oblivious to that as she hugged him. Lize shot her brother a puzzled look that he returned.

Sirius turned to me.

"That's great," I told him seriously as I hugged him quickly.

Joan, who had been silent ever since Sirius had arrived, stood slowly. Sirius turned towards her and waited. For a moment they just stared at each other. For a long time they stood. Finally, Joan stepped toward him, and he gave her a small smile. She stared at him for a moment, but then he pulled her into a hug. They held each other for a moment before seperating. Sirius was... well, it can only be called grinning, but it was a soft sort, and Joan's expression had softened from her usual ice to what can easily be called snow.

After a while of chatting and conversation that Sirius steadfastedly tried to push away from the topic of the trial, Frank had gone up to bed, and Joan hugged Sirius again as Alice and I stood up. We left the "mauraders" and Lize in the common room and went upstairs.

As soon as we were in our empty dorm, Joan dropped onto her bed and said, "He's hiding something."

Alice brushed a comb with dark hair still attatched onto the floor and sat on Diana's bed, "I know. Did you see the looks he was shooting the other boys?"

"I didn't think you all noticed..." I answered.

"Of course we did. We aren't blind, Lily!" Joan snapped before blushing, "Sorry. Hopefully Lize will tell us what happened. Thank goodness he's free, though. I didn't think he'd be released...."

"Neither did I," Alice confessed, "I mean, attempted murder? Even if it was on a..." she coughed, "well, at least he's free, right?"

"Criminal record, though," Joan murmured, "Doubt my parents will be fond of that."

I looked up. Joan never spoke about her family. Ever.

Alice mumbled in agreement before we stayed quiet, all of us sunk into our thoughts. The silence was broken by foot steps on the stairs. Alice sat up, Joan jumped up. I froze. We stared at each other, Alice sitting, Joan half standing, and me curled in a ball on the foot of my bed. For a moment we stood frozen before jumping up and running to the door. Joan was there first, but Alice and I knocked her to the floor outside our door.

Eliza jumped.

"Liza!" we all cried. Alice and I pulled her in while Joan stood.

Eliza looked at us all warily, "Yes?"

"What's going on?" Alice demanded.

Eliza sighed, "I'm not exactly sure. Something was odd with Sirius's trial. We were just trying to figure it out. You'll know soon, I promise."

A/N: Merry Christmas!

April 8

I’m sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room. It’s night; we had supper a couple hours ago.

Remus is sitting across from me. He’s curled up in a ball with a book on his lap, reading it occasionally. Eliza is next to him, leaning against the arm of the seat, curled up, reading through her Charms essay. James and Sirius are on the couch that connects mine to Eliza’s, goofing off. Joan’s beside me, and Alice and Frank are patrolling the corridors. Peter’s in an armchair near us, reading through his Potions homework.

Joan is twiddling her thumbs, looking between Sirius, Remus, James, Peter, and Eliza. She opens her mouth as if to say something before closing it, every few minutes.

I just nudged her and shot her a look as to say ,”What?” but she shakes her head and goes to playing with her necklace.

A few minutes pass.... James and Sirius are quiet now, they were putting up a racket a few moments ago... silence... I just realised how little of it we get! But something’s telling me that’s not for long...

“All right. I want to know what’s going on Sirius Black! You’ll tell your friends everything that’s going on, but you won’t tell me, and you won’t let them tell us! I’ve got a right to know and if... if....” she suddenly seemed embarrassed by her burst out and ice surfaced over her face as she leaned back into the chair.

Sirius started, staring at her, his eyes growing wide, “I... well... what is it I’m not telling you?” Buying time, clearly.

“You know, what with your court thing and everything. Oh come on Sirius, don’t pretend you don’t have the faintest idea what I’m talking about. You know,” her voice dripped like slush.

Sirius sighs heavily and leans back, “I’m free of punishment... shouldn’t that be all that matters?”

“No,” I put in, “It shouldn’t be! All she wants to know is what happened, and what’s going on!”

Sirius sighed again, “Well...” he starts carefully, “I’m not completely sure.”

Joan crosses her arms, a scowl deepening into her face.

“Sorry... Let’s see... I went into the room... it was nearly a full criminal trial.. ‘Attempted Murder’ is rather bad. See, it could be taken for acting like a Death Eater. Mr. Potter, James’ dad, was there. Apparently he was my defense, or something. So they ask questions, and he vouches for me, I suppose you could say. Probably with out him, I would have received a term in Azkaban, but apparently, this won’t get on my record, but if something like this happens again, I’m in a bit of trouble.”

Joan looked at him, puzzled, “So Mr. Potter was there, and he helped keep you out of trouble? Now you’re on a sort of probation?”

Sirius looked uncomfortable. “Not probation, really, it’s just this is the only time they’ll let this go. They also said that they trusted that I was going to be punished in school enough.”

“So what is there that’s so confusing?” I asked, confused.

Eliza took the floor, “That’s because Dad’s not in the best of terms with the Ministry. They only reason they respect him at all is because he’s a good fighter, and has put a few Death Eaters away. That’s not even that much. It’s because Dad opposes the ministry a good deal. He doesn’t thing that it should be run the way it is. He says that it’s only run by rich men whose only powers lie in their ability to give away money at choice times, and the men in charge are just the messenger boys.That’s how a lot of the really rich pureblood families, like the Malfoys have had so much say in the running of the government. Filthy Death Eaters,” she muttered the last sentence.

James looked at his sister for a moment before nodding in agreement, “She said it. Dad alone being there couldn’t have kept him from being punished more severely.”

“Unless it’s the old respect for the pure bloods,” Eliza said, nodding.

“Aren’t you purebloods?” Remus asked, suddenly.

“Nearly. We’re about as close as you can get without being ‘pure’ in blood,” James answered, “I’m not exactly sure who the last muggle was,” he glanced to Liza.

“Our great-great-great-great-great-grandmother was a muggle,” Eliza filled in, “So we’re close enough to claim it, but we’re not close enough to have the respect that the Malfoys have, or the-”

“-Blacks,” filled in Sirius.

Joan sat there for a moment, “Money?” she asked.

Sirius shook his head, “That’s where the odd part comes in, my parents aren’t as fond as throwing around money, especially not for their failed son, so I’m not sure what’s going on.”

“Failed?” I asked, puzzled.

“I’m in Gryffindor, and I’m friends with half-bloods and muggle borns,” came the quiet reply.

“Oh,” I said, comprehending.

April 23

It's been so long since I've written in this... Easter has come and gone, and so has another full moon.

I haven't written for a couple weeks simply because I wanted Alice to think that I lost/gave away/threw in the rubish bin/burned this book. Drove her nuts until she found it in the bottom of my books, tucked into a book we needed for second year Defense Against the Dark Arts! I think she knew I was teasing her, but... all those nights she spent trashing my dormitory, searching, and looking! She drove Eliza to tears from laughter. And then she found it, less than a half hour ago before ordering me to "write."

So I'm writing.... maybe I should fill up a couple pages with nonesense..... yes, I will...

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There... she glanced over and gaped when she saw what I was writing... She hit me over the head, too. I'm going to have a bump, that I know.

Let's see.... Easter.

It was the day before Easter, when an owl landed with a thump in front of Eliza and I. Tied to its leg was a rather large package.

"Verde!" Eliza cried, pulling the package of the owl (named Verde?)'s foot. Verde prodded me for some bacon, which I handed over before he flew away.

Eliza wripped open the package as her brother sat beside her, across the table from me.

James grinned, ruffling his hair, "Will you go out with me, Lily?"

I rolled my eyes at him, as was mandatory for such a questiong as I answered, "No."

He cringed, mocking an expression of pain, as he glanced over Liza's shoulder, "Wait, are there four chocolate eggs in here? Shouldn't there just be three?"

Eliza pulled a sheet of parchment out of the package, "I'll see if this mentions that," she answered, unfolding the sheet. She scanned it before announcing, "Well, it says here, 'I've enclosed four of the chocolate eggs in this package, as I'm sure you've already noted. One's for you two, James and Liza, and the other two are for Sirius, although I'm sure he'll eat some of the other eggs as well, and your friend, Lily Evans,'" she looked up, meeting my eyes, "One's for you, Lily," I gaped at her as she pulled one of the gold wrapped eggs out of the packaging and handed it to me.

I stared at the egg in my hand, "Why?"

James spoke up, "We told Mum about... you know, and she must've taken it into her head to mother you, as well," he sounded apologetic.

"Tell her I said thank you," I said, quietly, my throat feeling odd.

It was a good chocolate egg!



Nothing horrible happened during full moon. Great, now I feel bad about that! Of course something bad happened, but nothing unusual for full moon. Remus went to his spot the Whomping Willow protects, and came out exhausted, and limping slightly.

Alice has finally stopped watching me.

April 26

Needless to say, something happened, just like it always does.

Eliza and I were in the library studying. Eliza was looking up something about one of Jupiter's moons when she froze. She leaned back in he tattered old book in her hands, going pale. Suddenly she turned to me.

"Lily, do you know where James is?"

I stared at her for a moment, "Why would I?"

Swearing, she leapt to her feet, packing her books into her bag. I stared at her for a long moment before asking, "What's going on, and why do you need James?"

"Oh, it's just... well..." not pausing, she gave me a sidelong look.

I shoved my books into my bag. Eliza grabbed the rest of the books and ran over to a shelf before slipping them on.

"Come on."

We ran down the corridor and a few staircases, before we ended up in a nearly empty corridor. Eliza slid to a stop, swore again, and dropped her bag to the floor.

I stared for a minute, my own bag slipping to the stone floor.

James and Snape, in an argument in the center of the corridor, about two hundred feet in front of us. Neither noticed us, and both were in the processes of pulling out their wands. Suddenly, Snape's eyes snapped over to us, his eyes resting on Eliza.

Shoving aside a startled Mr. Potter, Snape came over and suddenly Eliza was in an argument with Snape.

"Don't touch my brother you little-"

"Why would I want to touch a-"

Shouting over each other in some pent up argument that confused me beyond reason, both pointed wands at eachother. James and I exchanged puzzled looks as a duel began.

I don't remember many details, but all of the sudden, Sirius, Remus, and Peter fell through the portrait beside the duelers, knocking both over. Remus sat up, staring.

The duel was at an end. Snape was scrambling up, and Eliza stayed on the floor, watching, pale. Snape was tapped on the shoulder, by James. He turned, but was immediately shoved by James.

"Don't touch my sister-"

Peter came over and whispered "How long have they been up to this?"

"Too long," I answered.

Remus slipped over to Eliza, and talked to her, clearly checking to see if she was hurt.

"James," Eliza said loudly, "I'm fine."

The two were still in a scuffle.

Remus sat back on his heels,"She really is."

Finally, Eliza and Remus dragged James of Snape.

Sirius just glowered.


Later, I asked Remus what that was all about. His answer was, 'Snape's mad because Sirius got off so easily. See, he never had anyone, or any wealth, to back him up. So he takes it out on who he can. Eliza, me, Peter, James, maybe you, sometime.'

I'm sure I explained that too rushed, but it happened like that. I only got a few things....

April 28

Today was.... well.... I'm not positive as to what it was, but I know it wasn't good. I suppose it sort of began at lunch.

Alice, Joan, Sirius, Eliza, James, Remus, Peter, and I were all eating lunch together. (Frank was dragged away by his friends, Trent Thomson and Adam Olsen, no idea where they went.) Joan and Sirius were sitting awkwardly beside each other, James next to Remus, and Peter across from Remus. I sat next to Peter, and Eliza sat beside me, across from Sirius, while Alice was across from Joan and beside Lize.

Alice was teasing Sirius, who was making faces at her in return. Joan was quiet, smiling and laughing every so often. James asked me out about twelve times, and the first few times, I just answered, "No!" and then I kicked him in return after that. Remus teased James, saying that those would be his favorite injuries, and I answered I could give him a scar to remember me by when he was an old unmarried man.

Peter commented every once in a while, but Eliza was silent the whole meal. She'd been silent the whole day, now that I remember. Not a word during breakfast, and not a word when I saw her between classes.

"Yes, but you'll wake up every morning, roll over, see some ugly git beside you and think to yourself, 'Oh! Why didn't I marry that handsome, witty fellow from Hogwarts! He would have been a wonderful husband, but instead, I married this fool! What was I thinking?'"

"Yes, what was I thinking not marrying Remus!" I said dramatically, and Remus choked into his meat pie.

"You'll be so deso...." he suddenly broke of realising, "But, you know-"

Clank!

Everyone glanced up. (Well, everyone that I've mentioned.)

Eliza was staring out into space, her expression puzzled and sort of worried.

James studied her for a moment, "Lize? Liza? Elizabeth!"

'Elizabeth' jumped and stared at him as if she'd never seen him in her life. Then she blinked, and her face cleared, before frowning and snapping, "Don't call me Elizabeth!"

James grinned, "Anytime," his face grew serious, "Are you okay?"

She stared, "Am I okay? Yes, I'm fine." Her eyes widened, "Oh!Well, I don't know. I mean, something's going on, but I don't know and it's not good." The words tumbled out of her mouth.

James nodded, obviously understanding what I had failed to comprehend. Maybe it's just because they're siblings, because from everyone else's puzzled expressions, they didn't know. Sirius and Remus weren't as puzzled as everyone else, I could see, but they were no where near comprehending her.

"Do you know..." James asked, trailing off.

She shook her head, "No, but it can't be good."


They were silent the rest of the day.


After dinner, however:

Everyone sat in the common room. (By everyone, I again mean, everyone previously mentioned. Frank, Adam, and Trent went off to the Kitchens, I think.)

Eliza was in pretense of reading a chapter for Charms, but she was staring into the fire, instead. James and Sirius played chess, causing a din. Remus elbowed Eliza and nodded to her homework, he himself working. She nodded and went back to reading, but after a matter of seconds she was staring back into the fire. Peter was filling up a sheet of parchment for Transfiguration, and I was working with him.

It seemed normal, for a moment. Normality hasn't been a part of out lives very often, but this was as close as it can get. Of course, like all normal times, it came to an end very quickly.

Clink!

James, shouting at his knight, didn't notice, "Come on! Come on! It's just-" before he noticed the owl in the window. He paused, exchanged confused looks with his sister, who was sitting on the couch, watching the owl warily.

"What is it?" I whispered to Sirius.

"The Potter's owl," He whispered back.

James got up, and opened the window. The owl ruffled, hooting imperiously, and sticking out its leg.

James removed the letter, and the owl flew over to Liza, where she (I think) nipped Liza's fingers. Eliza stroked the bird, watching her brother. He unrolled the parchment, reading it quickly, before sinking onto his chair.

Eliza slipped off her chair, bringing the owl with her, and went over to her brother. Reading the letter, she sighed, her face dark.

"That's everyone, isn't it?"

"Except Mum and Dad," James replied.

"And Gran and Josh."

"Josh is a Squib, remember?"

"Yes, but still..."

"What does it say?" Sirius asked, looking concerned.

Eliza cleared her throat,
"Dear Children,
We hope you are well. We hope you haven't lost every single point Gryffindor once possessed, and we hope you haven't reduced your dorms to rubble. We hope you don't cause to much trouble, but just enough to bother the teachers. They need some rousing. We hope you have a stash of pranks where you can get to them easily. Tell Sirius we hope these this for him as well.

We fear this carries bad news, as do many of the owls in these days. Your Aunt Mauve and Uncle Joseph have passed on. Their bodies were found in the rubble of their homes just this after noon. Yet, I'm sure you know that, or knew something happened of that sort. They will be buried quietly, as was their wish, and they asked us not to give them a funeral, but just flowers on their graves when possible. Your Father is in grieving, as he is for these matters, as is natural, and as I am.

Stay safe, children, don't get into too horrible of trouble.

With all our love, to Sirius also,

Mother and Father"

April 30

Something really odd just happened. I suppose that really it isn't so strange, but it rarely happens. Practically never. I mean, they- Oy, start over:

Eliza and James had a huge row today. An hour ago, actually. They never do that. I mean, the pick on each other, they tease, they mock, they get into short arguments, they play tricks on each other, but they never have rows...

"James! Just shut it, okay?" Eliza snapped, looking up from the book she was reading. I walked in near the end of what James was saying, but couldn't make head nor tail of it.

"Elize, really, if you'd just-"

"Everything would be perfect would it?" She asked, lowering her book, her eyes glinting.

"No, but honestly it-"

"James, no matter what, you can't change it! This is between me and-"

"And you'd better handle it, then," he leaned forward, serious and intense like I've never seen him.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" she asked, challenging.

"I think you aren't taking this seriously."

Wait... James telling someone to take something seriously? Oh dear, something's not right here. Anyone have Veritaserum?

"Not taking it seriously?!" Eliza dropped her book shaking in anger,"And what would you be doing James? You'd be running around having a grand time, not even caring that-"

James stared at her as she said the first few words, but then started to grow red, "Is that what you think? That I can't take anything seriously?"

"James you can't take anything seriously!" She hissed.

"What do you think I'm doing right now, then?"

Remus, Sirius and Peter came down from the boy's dormitory. They notice Eliza and James and froze.

"You're being an over-reactive, over-protective git, that's what!"

"You are an irresponsible little-"

Eliza stood up, yelling so loud it was hard to make out her words, but perhaps James could, because he stood up, and openned his mouth to reply when Eliza took a deep breath and said, calmly, "And I don't care what you think, it's none of your buisness, and I never want to speak to you again." And she grabbed her cloak from the chair she was just in, and strode out, slamming the portrait closed behind her.

There was silence as we all gaped after her. Finally, James realised what happened and went for the door, Sirius following, but Remus stopped them both, suddenly taking charge, "I don't think she's going to be happy to see you, James. Just calm down and stay in here. Sirius, Lily, Peter make sure he does that. I'll go after her."

And once again, someone left, leaving us frozen behind them. At least Remus shut the portrait gently, apologizing to the Fat Lady.

James sat back in his chair, pale, "I can't believe she- her-" he said, angry, but shaken.



That was over an hour ago, and Eliza just came in...

The portrait swung open, and Eliza slipped in, looking around quickly. Remus came in behind her, nudged her and whispered in her ear, Eliza noticed me and hurried over, Remus following.

"Where's James?" she asked, slipping into the chair beside me. Remus dropped into the chair facing ours.

"He went upstairs shortly after you left," I answered, "Sirius said he's sulking."

Remus laughed, "Probably because you wouldn't give him a kiss to sooth his wounded pride more than anything."

Eliza choked, nodding, mischief clear in her eyes. I groaned and put my head in my arms.

"So how was your walk?" I asked brightly.

"After she stopped trying to hex me, fine," Remus answered cheerfully.

"I thought you were James!" Eliza said defensively.

"Yes, I have messy black hair, glasses, and a blown up head," Remus answered seriously.

Eliza made a face at him before pulling her legs up onto her chair, curling into a ball.

May 1

One would think that after the row yesterday, the tensions would have worn off a bit. One would think, at least. However, that is not the case.

Eliza is completely avoiding her brother, while James is either trying to find her, or at least making sure she's not alone. When ever Eliza finds this out, she mutters something about meddling gits, and disappears for a few hours.

It's really odd, because between the pair of them, the most pranks are pulled off. Sirius has been trying to fill the silence with loud bangs and the smell of Dungbombs. I think he's really disturbed. His friends are acting odd, and I doubt he knows why. Their row yesterday made little to no sense.


Eliza just stepped in, looked for her brother, didn't see him, and is walking over to me. Hold on a moment.


Okay, here's what she said:

Eliza: Hello, Lily!

Me: Hello!

She sat down, grinning, "So, where is my fool of a brother?"

"James?"

"How many other brothers do I have?" she laughed.

"I don't know, and I don't exactly care where, as long as it's not here!"

"How many times did he ask you out today?"

"Er... four... no, five, I forgot the time in Transfiguration. He shouted it across the class. McGonagall looked like she wasn't sure whether to put him in detention or laugh."

"Really?" she laughed, "That sounds like him."

I paused, not sure whether to voice what I was wondering, but went ahead with it anyway, "So, what is up with you and James?"

Eliza paused as if considering what to say, "He's being his usual arrogant self, and I'm trying to avoid him so he won't try and save me from.... actually, I'm not even sure what..." she trailed off, laughing uncertainly.

I nodded, if anything, more confused, but I didn't want to press, so we sat in silence until the portrait banged open. Eliza looked up, but seeing James she started digging in her pockets, throwing stuff on the table.

A comb, inkpellets, dungbombs, her wand, fireworks, a half eaten bar of chocolate, string, a quill, parchment, marbles, a glove.... on and on, until the table was covered, and her pockets were empty.

She swore softly, and started to fill her pockets again.

"How do you fit all that in there?" I asked, but never got my answer, because James sat beside me, across from his sister, and said, "Where have you been all day?"

"The Forbidden Forest," came the reply, but when Eliza looked at James, her eyes narrowed, "Honestly, James, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he sighed as he met Eliza's eyes, "Fine, I'm worried, okay? Everyone has been killed in our family, everyone. Everyone but our Mum's mum, and our squib cousin, and our parents?"

Eliza nodded, "I know," she said softly, "But I don't think you need to lose it just yet. Gran taught me well, you hear? So quit worrying and go help Sirius. I think he's about to wet himself."

Although I'm not sure what she meant about Sirius, that's that. I couldn't get much from her other than that, without prying. Of course, that might no be a bad idea...

May 7

The Professors have decided, in light of the fact that we have exams in a month, to all give us as much homework as they can think of so we don't have time to breathe, let alone eat, sleep, and do the other important things we need to do to survive.

I suppose you can say we've had a lot of homework. It must be a lot if I'm complaining about it, since I rarely mind that much.

Eliza is enjoying the benefits of being a fifth year: O.W.L.s

I think the poor girl will pass out if she's forced to read one more sentence. I think James and Sirius would tease her about it, but even they are scarcely visible behind stacks of books of parchment.

Do my eyes decieve me?

Sirius Black and James Potter are doing homework rather than play a prank? I think we need to make this a holiday.... except, I'd rather not have this much homework every May 7 for the rest of my life. Shame. It was a nice idea.

I'm taking a break from my homework to try to unfog my mind. That's probably a bad idea, because I still have three feet of essays left to do. Two on the Patronus for Defense Against the Dark Arts, and one for Transfiguration.

I'd better get back to work. Joan just came from the Library with the books we'll need for the Defense Against the Dark Arts essay.

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May 14

Last night, the common room was actually quiet, so I caught up on my homework. Surprisingly. It tired me out doing it, but it was finally done.

The quidditch team was having practice until past dark, and Sirius was detention again, so the people remaining in the Common Room took that advantage to finish up their homework.

Just before midnight, the team filed into the Common Room, all of them looking tired and disgruntled.

James half-heartedly called across the common room, "Lily! Will you go out with me?" to which I shouted, "No!"

Eliza came across to me, and laughed, "He'll never give up."

I rolled my eyes at her.

Shortly after, I went to bed.

I couldn't sleep for about two hours, which was long after everyone else had gone to bed. I kept thinking about my parents, and about school, and about so many things I couldn't keep one straight from the other. Giving up, I went down to the Common Room. At first glance, it was empty, so I headed towards the fire and sat down in one of the better chairs right by it.

I glanced at the other chairs, and saw Eliza in one not too far from me, gazing into the fire.

She was in her dressing gown, and was watching me, her face set.

"Why are you still down here?" I asked her, watching her carefully. Her face seemed sad, somehow, but she forced a grin.

"Couldn't sleep," she replied, staring into thoals of the dying fire.

"Why?"

Eliza gave me a look, studying me, before she answered, somewhat reluctantly ,"Something's wrong. Something's not right. I can feel it."

We sat in silence for a little while longer, before Eliza got up, and said, "I'm going to try to sleep again. Good Night."

"'Night," I replied, watching her.

James is worried about her. I think the rest of the boys are too. That worries me, because they're never worried. But Eliza just keeps acting more odd as time goes on.

This morning, Alice choked on her corn flakes part way through breakfast, and she handed me the Daily Prophet, her face pale.

I scanned the page she was reading. There was an advertisement for quidditch supplies, an advertisment for new robes, and another for Ollivanders. Then I found it. An article about an attack on a Muggle town. 25 muggles killed, 30 others tortured. I passed the Prophet down to Eliza, who took it. She bit her lip, and handed it to James, who gave her an odd look, looked at it, and passed it to Sirius.

Eliza shoved the rest of her toast in her mouth, picked up her bag, and headed down to class.

May 20

Still nothing but studying. At least this year is better than last. I know that’s odd to say, considering this year has even more homework than last year, but that’s how I feel. I’m only taking the subjects this year that I’ll need, or that I like. I’m taking Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Ancient Runes in the N.E.W.T. levels. I’m best at Charms and Potions, in my opinions, and I rather like Charms more. The only reason I’m any good at Potions is because of my mother’s firm belief that if you can’t cook by age of eight, then there’s a problem. It gave me a good base for Potions, even if Potions is more meticulous and smells worse.

Eliza, Alice, and Frank are sitting huddled, studying. All three of them plan to be Aurors, which requires high grades in the basic classes. I’ve heard that it’s rare to have so many in one year try to become Aurors, especially when they have a high chance of becoming that. I know they aren’t alone. There are two or three Ravenclaws, and at least one Hufflepuff, and all of them have a good chance.

James is still being odd where it comes to Eliza, but he’s quieted down. I’ve talked to Remus about it.

“The Potter family has been killed off one at a time, and Eliza’s too headstrong to know when to put her head down and mind her own business,” Remus grinned, “But then, so is James. What I’ve managed to pick up is that James is afraid that Lord Voldemort might,” he hesitated, “Might use Elize somehow.”

Seeing the look on my face, he hurried on, “But don’t worry, okay? It’s just my suspicions, and it might not even be true.”

I’m not so sure that it isn’t. It makes sense, although I’m not sure how she’d be used. She is ideally placed, but... nothing’s sure.

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May 23

I had prefect duty last night. As a prefect, I have to patrol the corridors with another prefect on a rotating schedule. I was with one of the Ravenclaw prefects. (The female sixth year prefect asked me to go for her this time. Usually I would have gone with Remus.)

I came in late from that last night with the intention of finishing my Herbology essay. I found the Common Room empty, except for Remus, who was staring into the fire, looking distracted. He didn’t acknowledge my presence at first, so I went to the table closest to the fire and lit a lamp. I pulled out my essay and started writing.

After a while, Remus came over and sat beside me. As he hadn’t said anything, I didn’t speak but kept writing. After about five minutes, I could distinctly hear thumps and voices coming from one of the boys’ dormitories.

I looked up at Remus, questioning, and he supplied, “Sirius and James.”

“What are they doing?”

Remus shrugged, “Considering what I left them to earlier, it would be lucky if they aren’t attempting to murder each other.”

I laughed, “Why?” I asked, uncertain I really wanted to know.

Remus apparently decided I didn’t need details, and he shook his head, “Nothing, really. Sirius just thinks that James isn’t exactly...” he hesitated, “acting normally.”

“You mean about Lize?”

Remus nodded, “He’s just acting odd. I suppose he has reason behind it, but...”

“But he’s driving us all mad?”

He nodded, his smile lit up by the lamp.

“And you’re down here because...?”

“It was safer to vacate the area.”

I laughed, and he pulled one of my books toward himself, and began flipping through it.

The thuds grew louder, sounding as if the two boys were either chucking stuff at each other, or just chucking each other across the room. Then there was silence, twin thuds, and laughter before a huge crash, followed by sounds of “ow!” and groaning.

Remus was staring at the boys’ staircase apprehensively.

“Was James’s odd behavior the only reason for this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual.

He gave me a puzzled look, “The thing is, I’m not entirely sure. When I went in there, they seemed to be arguing about Snape, but somehow it jumped to Liza. I’m not entirely sure how-”

The bang of a door being thrown open echoed through the tower, and James, in his nightclothes with his glasses lopsided leapt down the stairs. He stumbled to a stop upon seeing me and Remus (who he gave a suspicious look before turning back to me, “Will you go out with me, Lily?” he asked.

“I’d rather go out with a thestral,” I muttered.

Remus grinned and stood up as Sirius, who was on all fours, came into view, hurrying down the stairs. He tumbled down the last few stairs, knocking James to the ground.

They all laughed.

Boys.



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May 30

The final Quidditch match of the season was today. As in years past, (and most likely, years to come) the match was led up to by scuffles in the halls and various team members of the opposing sides (Gryffindor and Slytherin) ended up going to the Hospital wing with strange ailments. One was the fact that Eliza had grown a rather long tail, and another being Frank was unable to say any word with an ‘m’ in it, for fear of letting out the loud ‘moo’ sound of a cow. Those were probably some of the more kind hexes.

Anyway, they played, and Gryffindor won by a large margin seven hours later. The final score was 470 to 180. The team was carried off amid cheers to the Gryffindor Common Room, where a huge party celebrating the winning of the Quidditch cup erupted.

It was probably the first time in a few weeks that James and Lize have actually gotten along without either of them acting oddly. James has been acting more normally since whatever that was that happened on the twenty-second. Lize has still avoided James, but that being inevitable tonight, she sat back and enjoyed herself.

The party went on for quite sometime. I enjoyed it thoroughly despite the continuous conversations about Quidditch tactics that flew over my head.

Finally, Eliza took pity on me, and laughed at Frank and James who were trying to engage me in a conversation about Quidditch, saying, “You two! In a couple years, we’ll teach the poor girl how to play Quidditch so well that she can whip you, James, but right now, we should be satisfied with the fact that she has the basic grasp of the game, okay Frank? Now, she doesn’t know what you mean by a Wronski Feint, so drop it!”

Honestly, I was puzzled, although Eliza keeps insisting I’ll be a great Quidditch player at some future point in time (which I highly doubt, but I’ve given up arguing with her). Oh well. I mean, she can get me in the Pitch, on a broom, and I can actually fly on one no problem, but the idea of doing that, being focused on Bludgers, and another ball on top of that, is laughable.

However, since James, Frank, and Lize kept going back to the game, I snuck over to Remus, Sirius, Peter, and Joan, who were laughing and talking about other things.

On the whole, I loved it. It’s not very often that I can spend some time with my friends, not worrying about homework, or Voldemort, of Eliza, or James, but to actually relax and enjoy myself.... that’s becoming more rare.

The food was good, and James only asked my out three times, but in light of the fact he was so cheerful, he didn’t exactly mind he was shot down, and tossed me a butter beer and led me to a different knot of people to talk to.

It’s a shame it couldn’t have gone on longer.

June 20

There hasn’t exactly been much to write about in the last few weeks, unless studying, exams, and the occasional (once a day) prank from the four sixth year Gryffindor boys who call each other Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail, and Prongs.

Today was the last day for exams, including O.W.L.s, so I’m sure the fifth years are thrilled.

It’s just after dinner, and I’m in the Common Room watching Sirius and Remus playing Wizard’s Chess. Joan is sitting next to me, watching the game coolly, her face looking as though it was chiseled from ice. Peter has passed out in the chair across from us, snoring.

James, Liza, Alice, and Frank, haven’t shown there faces yet, which I believe is annoying Sirius, since he wants to throw a post-exams party.

10 minutes later

James just came in, just came in, looking for his sister. I told him he was probably with Alice and Frank, so he nodded and sat across from Joan and me, moving Peter with a Levitating charm.

1 hour later

Frank and Alice have been up here for a bout a half-hour, and there’s still no sign of Lize. James is getting slightly edgy, and finally Sirius told him to “check the map.”

I honestly don’t know what he meant by that, but James clearly did because he nodded and dashed upstairs. He came back down, looking slightly dejected as he said, “She’s not on it.”

This is where Sirius got concerned. So did Remus. “She’s what?” he asked, staring at James. Those three hurried over into the corner and began to confer quietly. In the meantime, Frank called over his best friends, Adam and Trent.

They came over, and Frank asked them, casually, if they’d seen Liza.

Adam grinned and replied, “Not since the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical. She looked like she got an ‘O’ on it. Did better than me, at least, but I haven’t seen her since. Sorry, mate.”

Frank nodded and said it was fine, and they stayed over here, talking to us. They’re not bad boys, but I was too busy trying to see what was going on over in the corner to talk to them too much. I hope they didn’t mind.

Meanwhile, in the corner, the boys seemed to have split in to three camps. From what I could observe (and can, they’re still talking, bending over a piece of parchment), James seems to have one course of action to follow, Sirius another, and Remus is trying to keep them from dueling it out.

A While Later

Finally, they seemed to come to a decision. By this time, it was pretty late, and it was dark. They moved out of the corner, and made as if to carry what ever plan they had concocted without us, but Frank called them over to us.

“What have you decided?” Frank asked, leaning back in his chair, his arms draped over the back.

“We’re going to look for her!” James said impatiently.

Now, how it took them an hour and a half deciding that, I’ll never know, but instead of pointing this fact out, I replied flatly, “We’re going with you.”

James stared at me, “What? No, you can’t.”

Alice sided with me, leaning forward. “Yes, we can. We care about Liza just as much as you lot do!”

The boys exchanged looks. They seemed about to argue, but Joan said coldly, “With or without your mighty approval, we’re going.”

James sighed. “Fine. Who’s going?”

“I am,” said Joan, Alice, Frank, me, Remus, and Sirius at once. Peter grunted in his sleep.

James glanced down at him and sighed, “I doubt he’d wake up if we tried. First we should split up into groups-” he said, and Remus interrupted, “Pairs might work.”

James nodded, “Er... yeah, pair up.”

Joan went straight to Sirius, and Alice with Frank. James stared between me and Remus, and Remus said flatly, “James, you go with Lily. I’ll go by myself.”

I was about to argue that he shouldn’t go alone, but she shook his head, saying, “If I go in the forest, I won’t be bothered too much as a werewolf, full moon or not, but if I went with a human” (I argued that he was human, but he waved that aside) “The passage through wouldn’t be so easy.”

I nodded, pretending this made sense. Thinking about it now, I suppose it does make sense.

Now they’re debating who will go where. Remus and James and I are going into the forest. The problem is neither Frank and Alice nor Joan and Sirius want to be left in the castle. James and Remus are sorting out signals on the other side of me. Something about different sparks...

It looks like we’re about ready to go. Sirius and Joan will search the castle, and Alice and Frank will play messengers. They’ll get help if we put up red sparks. James passed them a mirror, explaining they can use it to get contact with Sirius. James has pulled out that invisibility cloak of his.

I suppose this is it.


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June 22

Well.

Wow.

It's hard to believe all that has happened in the past two days. But, that's what went on. That's how it came about.

I need to put this in order, to make this understandable. Okay.

James, Remus, Alice, Frank, and I squeezed beneath that Invisibility cloak of James's. It didn't work too well, and the cloak hung around our knees. We realised this, so Remus decided he's take the cloak back and forth so we could get through reasonably. He took James and me first, then went back for Alice and Frank. James and I hurried across the starlit grounds until we reached the Forbidden Forest, where we halted, waiting for Remus. We stood, hidden by the shadows, our senses alert. James was impatient to get going. He paced and fidgeted, fingering his wand and ruffling his hair. I stood, anxious and still.

We waited, until finally, what could hardly have been fifteen minutes later, when Remus dashed up to us. I'm not entirely sure how suprised I should have been at how well the boys know the forest, but they pointed out which trails we would go on. They spoke quickly, finishing eachother's sentances, talking as though I wasn't there. I didn't mind too horribly, since I couldn't have contributed to the conversation at all.

"Make sure you don't go left," "No, we wouldn't want to run into that-" "If you go too far down, you'll hit a dead end..." "...of sorts"

Finally, when they had sorted out where to go, James grabbed my hand as Remus turned away, and we took off into the forest, wands in hand. We ignited our wands not too far in, when it grew too dar to see even eachother. We moved quickly, our eyes and ears straining to find out where Eliza was. James seemed to know where to go instinctively, as we found out later, he was chasing down the same trail Eliza had passed through.

After what could have been minutes or hours, James stopped, and I nearly stumbled into him at his abrupt halt.

"Wait here" he whispered.

"James-" I started, but he was gone, and I watched as a dark shape hurtled from me. I could have sworn this shape wasn't human. It was too large, too fast, and too graceful in these woods.

Suddenly, behind me, I could hear the crunching of leaves. For a moment, I thought it was just the paranoia of being left alon, but then I realised it was not my imagination.

"Look at what we have here," a human voice sneered, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I choked, then finding my voice shrieked, "JAMES!!!!!!" in a voice I could never call my own, but I felt ropes twisting around me and my wand was pulled from my hands. I could hear scuffles from a little ways off that told me that he too was caught.