Summary: James Potter, the hot, athletic, and best looking guy at Hogwarts. You'd think his life is so perfect. Right? Think not. A sudden twist, a tragedy, changes the once perfect life of this Maurader. A life that now deals with more than just laughter and jokes. James is now with the world on his shoulders. How will Lily and the Mauraders get him out of this?

Author's Note: This fic would be a mix of Journal Entries, not only from James' but from other people. Just trying out a darker more angst James, than most stories.

Disclaimer: Characters you've already read from J.K. Rowling do not belong to me!

James' Journal Entry #1

Two days.

Two days more and I can finally leave this hell hole.

That is of course if I survive.

Is that even possible to?

This summer has definitely been an eye opener for me. You know as teenagers, we rarely think about what's happening around us, around the our country and even less about the world. And about the future? Even less. What we think about is just about NOW. The current trends, friends, and gossips. The furthest I used to think about was what was going to be my next prank? prank victim?

Yet I've done nothing more than think about my future these past few months.

I guess I've changed.

Change.

What an amazing word. A word that many people fear and many welcome it with open arms. And I? I wished that I never had to change. My change was a consequence. A consequence that I'd never dream on anyone. But I guess anyone who had a parent, or in my case both of them being tortured mercilessly in front of them would have to change.

And I wish it would've just been that and I'd be just depressed. But I guess I'm not that lucky that my biological mother (she left me and my dad when I was 'round two) and his bastard of a husband came to claim guardianship over me and, what's even more unfortunate, my little sis, Elizabeth Hope Potter.

But I guess you're wondering what's so unfortunate to meet your long-lost-mother and his husband?

HE'S a DRUNK. Usually, all the time, he's completely arseholed, pissed, whatever you prefer. And what's even worst he's filthy rich, not actually rich but has the ministry on his pockets or so to speak - he's good with charity works on hospitals, ministry balls, and so much more (so much more meaning he's the best friend of the fucking 'Minister of Magic') - , so I can't face him at least not right now. Who'd hear the voice of a teen vs. the "Ferdinand Fritz", the guy who ironically gave St. Mungo's the nursing and mother's ward.

Ironically, you might wonder why?

Well, the answer is three sad words: he beats me. sigh. All that I can thank is that he takes it on me and not on my sis. Yeah, my sis, my little angel, my beaker, my hope. She's the reason I don't drop dead. And well thank the Lord for Ferdinand's strong ethics towards female gender. I used to count how many times he punched, stepped, and knocked me off, but lately I've got no strength to even think straight. Right now every single fiber being in my body is aching and pouncing so badly you'd wish to pass out.

So I leave you tonight to save some strength and maybe just maybe I'll be able to finally leave in just one day, twenty hours, and oh-damn it! I think my watch smashed the bedpost too hard.

And that's it folks! That's chapter one! Please R/R. I'd love some comments that way I improve this fic as it needs to.!