~Chapter One~
Dear Diary, Today I went to the pool. It just opened! On the way home, James, once again, tried to steal-
A tan hand reached out in front of Lily Evan's diary.
"Got it!" a boy no older than eleven chanted, waving the diary above the girl's head.
"James!" she yelled, jumping up and down, trying to grasp the pink and blue journal that was being held just above her reach. "James Potter, you give that back right now!"
"Only if you can catch me!" the boy replied, and with that, started to dash across the lawn. Lily, loosing ground every second, stopped and watched the black haired boy gallivant into his house.
Inside, James raced up the stairs, threw open his bedroom door, and flopped down on his bed.
"Yes!" he said to himself. He opened to the first page of the diary, but there was noting there but junk about her old house in Ireland. He flipped through the diary until he found what he had been looking for. It was dated three months ago; when Lily had moved into the house beside James Potter in the outskirts of London.
Dear Diary, Today I learned that there was a boy that lived next door. He is my age. I haven't seen him yet, but I hope he is cute! I will go over tomorrow with my mother to meet our new neighbors, the Potters. I miss my old friends dearly and-
James sighed. "Well, at least she got her wish," he thought aloud, "James, you are one good-lookin' guy"
"You betcha! Man you are HOT!!"
James jumped five feet in the air.
A tall boy with dark brown hair laughed and climbed the rest of the way in the window.
"Sirius, don't DO that!" James said, giving his best friend a hand.
Sirius smiled and took a seat on James' bed. "What're you up to now? Not still tormenting Lily?"
"Better," the other boy grinned evilly. He held up Lily's diary.
"Yes!" shouted Sirius, "Jackpot!"
James opened the diary back up, searching, once again, for his name.
"Oh, look at this," he said, pointing to an entry where his names was plastered all over the page. "JAMES POTTER YOU GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!"
James quickly stashed the diary and headed down the stairs to find his mother, Jennifer Potter, staring at him, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed. Beside her stood none other than, to James' horror, Lily Evans, who was staring at him, smiling, and giving him a look that all too clearly said you're in for it now!
"I believe you have something of Miss Evans?"
"Me?" said James, trying desperately to look innocent, "Why would I have any of Lily's stuff?" "Why don't you and I have a little chat in the other room?" said the woman, firmly grabbing hold of James' arm.
"Don't worry Mrs. Potter, I'll handle it," said Lily briskly, heading up the all-too-familiar stairs into his room. She shook her head and chuckled, sitting down on his bed. The next thing she knew, she had jumped up and started to scream her head off. Something in James' bed was moving!
Out from under the covers popped a rather tousled looking Sirius, grinning from ear to ear. "SIRIUS!" Lily yelled, trying to decide weather she should be angry or overjoyed, "When did you get back?"
"Yesterday," the boy said, still grinning. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Yeah, well. I'm on James' business," she said. Then she looked at him. There was something in the way his eyes were. "Give it back, Sirius."
"Give what back Miss Lily? I do declare, I don't know what you're talking about." Lily smiled at his newly acquired Texan vocabulary.
"Where did he put it?" she said, one hand on here hip, the other outstretched.
"I don't know, where did he put it?" grinned James from the doorway.
Lily looked on the side of the bed, his "usual" hiding place. No luck. Lily looked around, her eyes squinting. James laughed to himself. She looked so. funny (was he about to say cute?) with her eyes furrowed like that. She finally found what she was looking for. Both boys were wearing baggy pants with huge pockets. There were lumps of who-knows-what inside. Lily smiled and walked slowly towards James.
"What's in the pockets, James?" she asked.
"That's for me to know and you. and you. and you not to know!" he said, trying to look mean.
Lily laughed. He looked so. funny when he was trying to be tough. She grabbed at his pockets. just as Sirius grabbed her around the waist.
"Ahhh!" she screamed, although she was unable to hold back a fit of giggles. Sirius grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.
"Get her!" he yelled. Lily flinched, expecting James to pummel her in the stomach. She was quite surprised how ever, to find ten fingers, tickling her like she'd never been tickled before. It wasn't very long before all three were on the ground, laughing and rolling around, Lily trying desperately to escape as the other two boys attacked.
Finally, Lily was able to escape them enough to clamber into the bathroom and lock the door. "Awww, man, you let her get away!"
"I did not, you were the one who was in charge of holding her back!"
"Was not!"
"Were too!"
"Was not!"
"Were too!"
"Was not!"
"Were too!"
"Was not!"
"Whatever! Now listen," said James, dropping his voice to a whisper, "What we've got to do is unlock the door, block the exit, and grab her. If we're good, we could probably cover her mouth and get her out before my mom knows. Waddaya say?"
"Okay, let's do it." What they didn't know, was that Lily had heard the whole thing. While the two boys were trying to find something thin enough to get into the door to unlock it, Lily found a perfect hiding spot in the shower. A few seconds later, the door clicked and the boys jumped in, yelling war cries. The moment they passed the shower, Lily bolted out, flew out the door, slammed it shut, and locked it from the outside.
She noticed her diary lying on the ground. Obviously they weren't planning on being locked in the bathroom. She picked it up and headed down the stairs.
Mrs. Potter looked up from her sewing basket. "I hope he wasn't any trouble."
"Oh, no, Mrs. Potter. No trouble at all," Lily smiled. And with that, she walked happily out of the house, diary in hand, listening to the muffled cries from the upstairs bathroom.
Dear Diary, Today I went to the pool. It just opened! On the way home, James, once again, tried to steal-
A tan hand reached out in front of Lily Evan's diary.
"Got it!" a boy no older than eleven chanted, waving the diary above the girl's head.
"James!" she yelled, jumping up and down, trying to grasp the pink and blue journal that was being held just above her reach. "James Potter, you give that back right now!"
"Only if you can catch me!" the boy replied, and with that, started to dash across the lawn. Lily, loosing ground every second, stopped and watched the black haired boy gallivant into his house.
Inside, James raced up the stairs, threw open his bedroom door, and flopped down on his bed.
"Yes!" he said to himself. He opened to the first page of the diary, but there was noting there but junk about her old house in Ireland. He flipped through the diary until he found what he had been looking for. It was dated three months ago; when Lily had moved into the house beside James Potter in the outskirts of London.
Dear Diary, Today I learned that there was a boy that lived next door. He is my age. I haven't seen him yet, but I hope he is cute! I will go over tomorrow with my mother to meet our new neighbors, the Potters. I miss my old friends dearly and-
James sighed. "Well, at least she got her wish," he thought aloud, "James, you are one good-lookin' guy"
"You betcha! Man you are HOT!!"
James jumped five feet in the air.
A tall boy with dark brown hair laughed and climbed the rest of the way in the window.
"Sirius, don't DO that!" James said, giving his best friend a hand.
Sirius smiled and took a seat on James' bed. "What're you up to now? Not still tormenting Lily?"
"Better," the other boy grinned evilly. He held up Lily's diary.
"Yes!" shouted Sirius, "Jackpot!"
James opened the diary back up, searching, once again, for his name.
"Oh, look at this," he said, pointing to an entry where his names was plastered all over the page. "JAMES POTTER YOU GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!"
James quickly stashed the diary and headed down the stairs to find his mother, Jennifer Potter, staring at him, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed. Beside her stood none other than, to James' horror, Lily Evans, who was staring at him, smiling, and giving him a look that all too clearly said you're in for it now!
"I believe you have something of Miss Evans?"
"Me?" said James, trying desperately to look innocent, "Why would I have any of Lily's stuff?" "Why don't you and I have a little chat in the other room?" said the woman, firmly grabbing hold of James' arm.
"Don't worry Mrs. Potter, I'll handle it," said Lily briskly, heading up the all-too-familiar stairs into his room. She shook her head and chuckled, sitting down on his bed. The next thing she knew, she had jumped up and started to scream her head off. Something in James' bed was moving!
Out from under the covers popped a rather tousled looking Sirius, grinning from ear to ear. "SIRIUS!" Lily yelled, trying to decide weather she should be angry or overjoyed, "When did you get back?"
"Yesterday," the boy said, still grinning. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Yeah, well. I'm on James' business," she said. Then she looked at him. There was something in the way his eyes were. "Give it back, Sirius."
"Give what back Miss Lily? I do declare, I don't know what you're talking about." Lily smiled at his newly acquired Texan vocabulary.
"Where did he put it?" she said, one hand on here hip, the other outstretched.
"I don't know, where did he put it?" grinned James from the doorway.
Lily looked on the side of the bed, his "usual" hiding place. No luck. Lily looked around, her eyes squinting. James laughed to himself. She looked so. funny (was he about to say cute?) with her eyes furrowed like that. She finally found what she was looking for. Both boys were wearing baggy pants with huge pockets. There were lumps of who-knows-what inside. Lily smiled and walked slowly towards James.
"What's in the pockets, James?" she asked.
"That's for me to know and you. and you. and you not to know!" he said, trying to look mean.
Lily laughed. He looked so. funny when he was trying to be tough. She grabbed at his pockets. just as Sirius grabbed her around the waist.
"Ahhh!" she screamed, although she was unable to hold back a fit of giggles. Sirius grabbed her arms and held them behind her back.
"Get her!" he yelled. Lily flinched, expecting James to pummel her in the stomach. She was quite surprised how ever, to find ten fingers, tickling her like she'd never been tickled before. It wasn't very long before all three were on the ground, laughing and rolling around, Lily trying desperately to escape as the other two boys attacked.
Finally, Lily was able to escape them enough to clamber into the bathroom and lock the door. "Awww, man, you let her get away!"
"I did not, you were the one who was in charge of holding her back!"
"Was not!"
"Were too!"
"Was not!"
"Were too!"
"Was not!"
"Were too!"
"Was not!"
"Whatever! Now listen," said James, dropping his voice to a whisper, "What we've got to do is unlock the door, block the exit, and grab her. If we're good, we could probably cover her mouth and get her out before my mom knows. Waddaya say?"
"Okay, let's do it." What they didn't know, was that Lily had heard the whole thing. While the two boys were trying to find something thin enough to get into the door to unlock it, Lily found a perfect hiding spot in the shower. A few seconds later, the door clicked and the boys jumped in, yelling war cries. The moment they passed the shower, Lily bolted out, flew out the door, slammed it shut, and locked it from the outside.
She noticed her diary lying on the ground. Obviously they weren't planning on being locked in the bathroom. She picked it up and headed down the stairs.
Mrs. Potter looked up from her sewing basket. "I hope he wasn't any trouble."
"Oh, no, Mrs. Potter. No trouble at all," Lily smiled. And with that, she walked happily out of the house, diary in hand, listening to the muffled cries from the upstairs bathroom.