Saturday 1st September
Hogwarts Express
11:04am
Ok. I officially feel stupid. Alice suggested this, committing my innermost thoughts and feelings to parchment, it surprises me sometimes, but I still actually listen to her, and more often than not take her advice.
This is precisely why I am writing all this down in a book. And because the train-ride is beginning to bore me a little. I am Lily Ann-Marie Evans, 16 years old, long curly red hair, green eyes, prefect and with a strong aversion to a certain toe-rag who otherwise goes by the name James Potter.
It's a love-hate relationship.
Or so he claims.
He's been chasing me for three years now, ever since he hit puberty and started wanting to kiss the hell out of every walking, talking half good-looking girl he saw. For some reason he doesn't do it quite so much as Sirius Black, his best friend, but then I suppose Black is sort of in a league of his own…
I'm rambling.
But yeah. I hate his egotistical, stuck-up, painfully nice arse. And always will.
And anyway I hav- had a boyfriend. Oh yeah. I was going out with Amos Diggory from Hufflepuff, he's always been dead nice to me and all, but then he wanted me to sleep with him, classic much, and I said no, so he stormed off telling me it was over and started getting off with some Ravenclaw bird named Chang. I never did find out her first name. Something stupid beginning with a 'C' anyway.
Not like I care. I mean, I was never serious about Amos, but he was nice to me, and good at Arithmancy, and it's Alice's fault I took that and since she wouldn't help me with the homework I had to have someone help.
Because that is the one lesson I just can't do.
I'm awful at it. I have a complex; if I don't see the point of something I won't be able to do it.
Oh here come the rest of the prefects, Remus Lupin, he's the other one from Gryffindor 6th year, and even though he's friends with Potter he's really nice. Possibly because he's more bookish and shy than the rest of them.
And he has a problem with something once a month and I have a fair few vague ideas about what it could be but honestly, I think if he wanted me to know he would have told me, so I haven't looked into it too closely.
Because after all it's his business.
Anyway he's coming over so I better go or he'll think I'm a freak.
Love Lily.
Saturday 1st September
Hogwarts Express
15:47pm
It's my break from patrolling the train and the only word I can think of to say is 'ow'.
Some second years were having a fight and since Remus mysteriously disappeared I had to break it up, I got a nasty punch to my stomach and a bad nose bleed but other than that I'm fine. And all of the second year fighters have been charmed into different compartments on the train and are facing detention as soon as we get to school and I find out what house their in. And they'll lose points too.
The up-side is that Potter has not yet cornered me and tried to force me into going out with him. I'm not sure why I consider than an up-side to getting beaten up by 12 year olds but hey.
According to Remus, Potter really does like me, he spent the best part of our rounds trying to make me just agree to give Potter a chance.
That'll be the day I fail a potions exam, get less than an E in Transfiguration and lose my prefects badge all within the space of an hour.
I so don't think so.
Honestly, it's like Remus thinks I'm going to overlook the three years of constant humiliation and hatred that he's planted on me from himself, the Marauders, (yes they named themselves that. In first year), and his fan girls.
Yes. Potter has a fanclub.
So does Black.
And Remus.
Isn't it sickening?
Unfortunately for the fourth member of their quadruple act, Peter Pettigrew does not have a fan club. And nor can I blame the girls of Hogwarts for excluding him, I'm sure he's very sweet, but he looks rather like a rat, sweats an awful lot, is very, very short, has the squeakiest voice on the planet and has a very distinctive smell.
Not that I'm intentionally being mean.
But it honestly is his own fault he doesn't wash more often.
Now you have a description of Pettigrew, lets move on to Potter, Black and Remus.
Potter is tall, about 6ft although I've never bothered to measure him properly, black hair that never seems to lie flat, hazel eyes that seem to sparkle an awful lot, which must be spellwork, because it's just not normal, and a rather nicely toned body.
I did not just write that.
But, he has a habit of playing with a snitch he nicked from the Quidditch box, and he's a chaser, not a seeker, has an annoying habit of running his hand through his hair as if to consciously make it messier and has a very annoying, unfounded, obsession with me.
Honestly, it's creepy.
Black is tall too, I doubt there're three inches in his and Potter's heights, long black hair, better kept than Potter's, a beater for our house team, grey eyes that are quite pretty I suppose and is Hogwarts own playboy.
It really is sickening.
Remus on the other hand, has sandy hair, amber eyes and is always a bit pale, he's quiet and bookish but really clever and never has a mean word for anyone other than Slytherins, and let's face it, who actually has a nice word for them anyway?
So they are the four Marauders.
I have two best friends, Alice Prewett, who's elder sister Molly left school last year, she's small and blonde with a pretty, plump round face and innocent brown eyes, she's small and quick and clever. And pulls the best puppy-dog eyes I've ever seen, and she has a boyfriend. Gryffindor's other beater Frank Longbottom. He's sweet I suppose, but not my type at all.
My other best friend is Marlene McKinnon, or Lena, as we have officially dubbed her now, she's tall and willowy with black hair, usually in a bun, and blue eyes and the most infectious smile I've ever seen. She plays the field almost as much as Sirius. Which is saying something.
Something big.
She and Alice are staring at me funny while I'm writing, I'll have to charm this thing to automatically write my thoughts or I'm going to have a seriously cramped hand.
That might have been in one of my new textbooks actually…
Ah well, I'll do it tomorrow.
Can't be bothered to go routing through my trunk right n-
Hey Lilykins!
Marlene McKinnon don't ever do that again, scared the life out of me. And if you want to write in my book, get your own quill, instead of stealing mi-
Told you it was a good idea Lils
Alice! Same applies to you, get your own quill.
Happy now?
Yes. What do you want anyway?
We got bored of just watching the gabble away on parchment, Lena was getting really fidgety, so I suggested we butt in, as per usual, knowing you wouldn't mind because you love us so damn much!
You do, don't you Lily.
Love us, I mean?
No I damned well do no- Oh ok, I love you Alice, but not Marlene. She stole my quill.
Enough rambling at Marly, I think she's gone in a sulk. Anyway the sole reason for butting in was to tell you that we'll be at school in about fifteen minutes, i.e. you need to change.
Oh right. Thanks Ally.
My pleasure.
And sorry Lena
Forgiven. For now.
So toodles diary.
I have to go change now, so I can get to the sorting and then the feast… damn I'm starving.
Oh yeah… you were so engrossed, we didn't think it would be right to disturb you when the food trolley came around… it seemed positively evil at the time to distract you so.
MARLENE PENELOPE MCKINNON! YOU HAD BETTER BE JOKING!!
Err… actually she's not…
Oh god help you...
Please note that my teeth were practically gnashing at this point.
Unfortunately, being a diary, you can't hear.
That's something else I shall have to sort out.
Love Lily.
Author's Note: This will be my first attempt at a multiple chapter story, I don't know how or whether it's going to work but I really hope it does, and also, I don't think chapters will be coming quickly either, I haven't quite decided where this is going yet.
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