The Secret Journal of James Potter.
Summary: James recieves a journal for Christmas from an anonymous sender. What better to do with it, than write? Seventh year, JP pairing. R&R please!
A/N: Hello again! I know this topic has been done before, but I couldn't resist to do one myself. Going for humor more than drama and romance. Hope you all enjoy. Reviews are excellent.
James: Ahem, Annie, you're forgetting something.
Me: What?
James: Starts with a 'd'.
Me: Duster? You're saying my story is dusty?
James: -sigh- I don't belong to Annie, I belong to JK Rowling, who killed me off before my magnificence could be revealed.
Me: Whatever. On with it.
December 25th, 1978
My name is James Potter.
Okay, one thing you should know about me, is that I hate writing, or anything that reminds me of schoolwork. Of course, school is great. I mean, I spent seven years here, breaking rules, and trying to win the heart of my sweet, dear Lily Evans. That's beside the point. Point is, I don't like writing. I'm only being forced to do this because of some stupid anonymous idiot decided to send me a journal with a note in it saying that I'll be thankful that I have this.
Give me one good reason that I'll be thankful to write in a stupid book. I'm not taking any chances though. If this thing's cursed with something that makes something happen to me when I don't write in it everyday or as often as possible, I'm not taking the risk. No way. I plan to keep my face intact thank you very much.
So where does this leave me? Right where I started. Being forced to write in a stupid book, worrying about some juvenile curse that'll attack me when I forget to write it in for a single day. Psh. This James Potter, that we're talking about. Not the first year who is sitting on my favorite chair by the fire.
Wait a minute.
I better go and curse that kid. How dare he sit on my favorite chair! HE SHALL PAY!
Oh, wait, nevermind. Lily just walked into the door. Wait, wait, she's staring at me...and she's looking surprised that I'm even writing. DURING THE HOLIDAYS.
What on earth as this world come to?
Sincerely,
James Potter.
James blotted the ink and finished his entry. He stared at the book in distaste for a few moments, then stood up and walked up to the boys dormitories. He glanced around the common room casually. Peter, Remus and Sirius were quietly examining...something in a corner of the room. James's eyes wandered over to Lily and he felt a jolt in his stomach...his life, his love, was staring at him with those bright, bright, emerald eyes of hers.
Feeling suddenly weak, he dashed up to his dormitory, changed and jumped into his bed, pulling his hangings shut. The bed was unnaturally dark, so he lit his wand and then reached for his headboard. He'd persuaded Remus to charm it for him, changing it from the normal board, into a shelf. Reaching for a quill and some ink, he quickly added a postscript to his entry.
P.S.: Lily looked at me, after I finished this entry.
He paused for a moment, then, smiling slightly, he wrote:
Maybe this writing business won't be as bad as I thought.
And then he went to bed.
A/N: Eh...first entry. Not exactly my best? I'm a perfectionist when I comes to writing stuff, and I usually edit as I write. I don't like this chapter so much... maybe change later? I haven't written any JL stuff since Notes and The Date. I decided to try my hand at this.
If you like, it'll stay the same. If not, then I'll edit. R&R PLEASE!
Much lub,
BookWyrrm
