A/N: Right. First shot at a multi-chap fic. It will be rather slow at first, and it will take time to break into it, but please do review and let me know whether to continue or not! Thanks x

Status: Tired/Pondering

Where: Heads dormitory

Writing is a strange thing. A release from the stress given to humans by social norms. A way to share your own private thoughts or feelings. A sense of freedom.

So I thought, sod it, I'd start a diary. My name is Lily Evans; I am of average height and average personality. The craziest thing about me is my red hair and red temper. Other than that, I'm nothing special. I can do a few tricks with a wand...Oh dear, that doesn't sound right does it...

Diaries are tricky things to write in, because it's awkward to know where to begin. So I'll just start from the beginning. Well, from this morning. This is how it all went down:

Oh Merlin. Merlin, Merlin, Merlin. Where was that bloody badge?! I was going to be so late because of this. What if the train left me? Oh MERLIN. I knew I wasn't cut out for this head girl business. What was Dumbledore thinking? Picking someone like me to be head girl? I couldn't even be responsible for my own badge.

I eventually found my badge (inside my shoe...) and headed off for the train, making it by only 2 minutes. It didn't take me long to find my best friend, Alice Prewett. We nabbed a compartment to ourselves for once and began to unwind.

"So Lily," began Alice, wriggling her eyebrows, "Head Girl, hmm? And working with James Potter! I've been laughing since you told me" she said, giggling at my misfortune.

"Alice," I groaned, "to be honest, I doubt it will be that bad, Potter hasn't really spoken to me since fifth year, and last year he seemed alright."

This was true. James Potter and I...our tale is too long to even begin to explain ...let's just say we met in First Year, hated each other, he mockingly asked me out every day from third to fifth year, until last year he miraculously stopped bugging me and we haven't talked since. Except for a few Hi's and Bye's. But I'm seventeen years old, I don't hold a grudge.

"Oh Lily," Alice said, wiping tears from her eyes, "you two are so going to get it on this year," she said, a mad glint in her eyes.

That's another thing. Ever since third year Alice has had this strange theory that Potter and I are going to fall in love and make babies and all the rest of it.

She's bonkers.

I'd sooner lose some teeth than let that happen. Not because I'm holding a grudge but just because...Potter and I...just no.

She also thinks that he was being serious when he was asking me out all those times. But I won't be fooled. It was all a game! But its water over a duck's back now. All is forgotten.

To be honest, I did used to fancy James Potter back in third year, but that all stopped as soon as I realised what an insufferable prick he was being.

"Talking of Potter," I said, ignoring her comments completely, "I have a heads meeting to get to."

And with that, I made my way to the Head's compartment. When I got there, Potter was already there. He gave me a smile and it lit up his eyes. He stood up and came towards me to shake my hand.

Potter is quite a bit taller than me, he is quite muscular, and he had a large mop of messy brown hair. I'm not the type to deny it; he is a very attractive lad, just not my cup of tea.

"Lily," he said, his voice pleasant, "I look forward to working with you,"

He sounded genuine, and I gave him the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was.

"Thanks Potter," I said, putting on my firm stern McGonagall voice, "the pleasures all mine,"

"James," he said, the smile fading slightly, "My name is James," he repeated albeit hesitantly.

This wasn't news to me. I knew his name for merlins sake but it was strange. He was Potter and I was Evans. It's as it always was.

"I think we should be on first name terms now," he said hastily, "since we're heads together and all,"

That made sense.

"Oh of course you're right," I said, mustering a smile, "James," I added politely.

The meeting went quite well. Shockingly well. Potter was, I mean James was quite the troublemaker normally, and I assumed I'd be taking the reins but he lead the meeting quite well, even lecturing the prefects about rules, a word I never knew was in is vocabulary.

I told him this later, after the prefects had filed out and he laughed merrily.

"Lily Evans!" he said in mock-shock, "didn't you know? I'm Head Boy now!"

I laughed too and our banter continued until I reached my compartment.

"This is where I go, it seems," I said, turning towards him to say my goodbye.

The walk back had gone quite well; we talked about the holidays; stuff like that, small talk, things acquaintances would share. And then he turned it slightly awkward.

"Before you go Lily," he began, looking nervous, "I hope we can be friends this year, you know, what with being Heads, we have to cooperate and you know, I'd like to get to know you more, it's ok if you don't want to, I don't mind just talking when we have to, but you know..." he tailed away rambling about co-operation and friendship and stuff, all the while rumpling his hair.

If it wasn't so awkward I would have laughed. He looked so endearing all worried like that.

"James," I said amusedly, cutting off his rambles, "I'd love to be friends."

And with that I gave him a bye and returned to my compartment. Not that I was met by anything special, only Alice and her usual squealing.

"Oh Merlin Lily! Do you know what this means?!" she shrieked happily.

"That he wants to be friends with me? Honestly, you'd think you just didn't eavesdrop there!" I said, exasperated.

The rest of the train ride went pretty much like that. Alice spouting her theories and me ignoring her and tucking into a box of Bertie's.

I have been mulling the situation over though (in this amazing head dormitories I must say, most comfy!) and have come to the conclusion that this year would be a bad one if James and I converted back to our old arguing ways. Being friends was the way forwards. I had quite a few friends; one more wouldn't make a difference.

Also, insert excited scream here, Robert Davies totally smiled at me on the way back from the feast! He is dreamy.

Really, you'd think I was a giggling fourth year.

Anyway, off to bed now for me. Classes start tomorrow (I don't know whose idea that was. Probably Dumbledore...he made me head girl after all, one has to be batty to do that).

How does one say bye to diaries? Good bye? Farewell? Adieu? Until I next write?

Oh sod it.

Night!

Status: Troll-like

Where: Great Hall

That's it. It's confirmed. It is way too early to think. Or breathe. Or talk. Or even eat. Dumbledore is off his rocker.

And what does my timetable inform me of my morning?

First lesson: Transfiguration! Hurrah. That will lift my spirits, surely.

Yeah, sarcasm.

Wish me luck...

A/N: Do review! x