During Divination, Friday, September 2nd, 1977
I would like to state right now that I am horrible at keeping diaries. I have tried, many times, to keep a diary. I write in it once, and then I after that, or I just can't be bothered.
But this time's different. This time, someone's forcing me to do this. And that someone is Professor George. She's our Divination teacher. A firm believer of 'to know one's future, one must know oneself.'
So we have to keep these diaries, and write in them whenever we feel like it. But it has to be pretty regularly. And I'm going to force myself to do it. Also the fact the she's going to check we're actually writing stuff might have something to do with it.
I doubt I will ever let anyone read this, but on the small chance it is found in the old attic of one of my grandchildren, my name is Lily Evans.
And this is my story.
Sorry, I had to say that.
It's weird, talking to a blank piece of parchment. What am I supposed to do, tell you my deepest secrets?
I'm sorry, it's too weird. But I'll try. I warn you though, my deepest secrets are very boring. I have no secret brothers or sisters, I am not an orphan who is actually a princess, I am not secretly abused by my parents in any way, I have never slept with, or even talked to, anyone famous. I have no secret children. I am, however chewing Drooble's Best Blowing Gum at the moment, and would probably get a detention if I'm caught. That's one of my biggest secrets. If you get bored easily, it's not too late. YOU CAN STILL GET OUT NOW, BEFORE YOU'VE READ TOO MUCH!
Ok, my name is Lily Evans. And I'm Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you, at this point, are thinking I should enrol myself in a mental hospital, you should probably stop reading. Or I'm breaking the International Sorcerer's Code of Secrecy or something.
SO STOP READING!
You're still reading, aren't you? I wouldn't stop either, just coz I said to. But don't tell anyone about what you're about to read. Or they'll send you to a mental hospital.
If you know exactly what I'm talking about when I say Hogwarts, good. You have a small chance of understanding what goes on inside my head. If you have no idea, I'm not going to explain everything, I TOLD YOU NOT TO READ ON!
Ok, I'm Lily Evans, 17, Head Girl. I was born on the 13th of November, 1960, so I'm a Scorpio. Just so you know.
I love: Banana Ice-cream, Charms, my owl Wednesday, and presents.
I hate: Transfiguration, my sister Petunia, carrots, my freckles, the colour orange (for the record my hair is auburn), Mondays and, on occasion, I hate James Potter.
Professor George just told us we had to review last years work now so…bye I guess.
During Advanced History of Magic, Friday, September 2nd, 1977
I'm bored. So I was debating writing a note to one of my friends, but I realised I might as well write in here. Actually, I think that's what I'm always going to do. I'll write in this in HoM. Ok, I have a plan. I am going to keep this diary for more than one day. I am!
I don't know what to write about. We got to school on September 1st. That was yesterday, so we had to start classes straightaway. I haven't even had time to shout at James yet.
I suppose you're wondering why I occasionally hate him, but also kind of talk about him as a friend. He is a friend…sort of. He likes me, and I wish he didn't. It would make life much simpler.
We get along well when he's not:terrorising small children terrorising anyone really hitting on me
Other than that, he's a great guy. Smart, funny, nice (usually - except when he's doing one of the things on the above list) (he is getting better - slowly) and he's good-looking.
HE gets a bit egotistical sometimes, but he does have half the school telling him how great he is 24/7, so that might have something to do with it.
Basically, we're friends, I think, but we fight a lot. We fought less last year then we did in previous years, and not once this year. Unless you count that time we ran into each other at Diagon Alley. But that was kind of my fault. Wearing a midriff top and tight jeans around James Potter was just asking for it. But every time we fight, I forgive him pretty quickly (but only after I've had the fun of storming off, and sometimes I even slap him). You have to forgive James. He just has this way of apologising, and he grins this crooked grin at you, and it's so adorable, you can't be mad at him.
Wait, we also fought when he was telling the first years what they had to do for the sorting. Honestly, of course they won't have to fight a dragon. I couldn't even fight a dragon, and I'm the top witch in our year.
He's Head Boy, by the way, did I mention that?
I think HoM is finished now…
During Advanced History of Magic, Tuesday, September 6th, 1977
My last entry was practically all about Potter, wasn't it? I'm sorry he just invades my mind a lot of the time. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a crush on him. I wish he didn't like me, because he's a really good friend, he's always there for me, but it could never be more. Not with him. Not with James Potter. I'd never tell anyone, he could break my heart so easily if I let myself fall for him. And he would, not intentionally, but we fight so much, and say a lot of things we don't mean. He'd break my heart.
That was very deep and meaningful wasn't it?
But I am not obsessed with James Potter. Ok?
Hey, wait, Nat wants to talk to me about something. I doubt I'll be able to get back to this, so bye!
At Night, In My Bed, Tuesday, September 6th, 1977
I just realised this is the longest I've ever kept a diary! YAY!
Feeling very, very proud of herself,
Advanced History of Magic, Wednesday, September 7th, 1977
I'm not going to talk about James. This entry's going to be all about me.
Name: Lily Christina Evans
Likes: Wait, I've already written all this stuff. Damn.
But I have a new hate: Advanced HoM. HoM was interesting when the Marauders were in my class, but they didn't take it. They said they thought about it, for extra sleep time, but James and Sirius want to be Aurors.
I just mentioned James. That wasn't supposed to happen.
More about me:
I have a sister called Petunia. Horrible person. She's engaged to this horrible man, Vernon Dursley, who's just got a job at a drill factory. Exciting. I'm hoping they won't reproduce. That child will make the goblins Prof. Binns goes on about look gorgeous in comparison. I'm getting bad mental images so let's just get off that topic.
My best friend is called Nat, or Nathalia, but everyone calls her Nat. She's dating this Ravenclaw guy who's really nice, they've been together for almost a year now. Actually they broke up six months ago for two weeks, but they ignore that in the "we've almost been together for a whole year!" thing.
She's sitting next to me now, but I think she's asleep. There's a small puddle of drool on the desk under her mouth. Eww…
I'm gonna try and clean that up before anyone notices…
Ok so I shouldn't be starting another fic. So sue me. I haven't forgotten about the pther ones, I just have writers block. And when I have writers block I start new stories. that's the way my world works. I hope you like this story…