Lily Evans sat uncomfortably in the back of her sister's boyfriend's new company car. Vernon, or as Petunia called him, Sugarkins, was talking ridiculously loud about he couldn't believe how anyone could be so horrid and wear brown shoes with a black suit. Lily couldn't believe how someone could be so fat and shallow.

"Oh, and Vernon!' Petunia gushed. "Tell Lily how normal people" -she shot a look at Lily- "wear their cuffs exactly three inches tall!"

Lily looked down at her own rolled up plaid sleeves and scowled.

"Well one day I saw Ernie Dakner wearing his new suit shirt…" Vernon began. Lily tuned out and stared out the window.

Lily was still quite angry at Petunia and her mum. Lily's mum was supposed to pick her up from Kings Cross station, but got caught up in last minute work, so she asked Petunia to pick Lily up. Petunia then had to ask Vernon to drive her. Lily didn't know where Vernon and Petunia were and through a long search (almost two hours) that included an old woman, a four year old, a tabby cat, and a Norwegian tourist, Lily found them out in front of the station. She had to shove all her school things into the back of Vernon's car and was currently squashed in between her trunk, Vernon's dry cleaning, and her sleeping cat, Caspian.

An hour later Lily arrived at her house very angry and very hungry. She opened the door and she practically fell out of the car and onto the pavement, followed by her trunk that fell on top of her back. Her cat jumped gracefully from the backseat and went to go and hunt for rats.

"Good Lord, Lily!" Petunia screeched. "Get off of the pavement! And you better watch that cat! It nearly knocked over the lamp!"

"My dry cleaning!" Vernon cried and rushed to grab his precious shirt and trousers.

Lily was now on the point of screaming. She shoved her trunk off of her and tried to ignore the mocking from her sister and Vernon. She pushed herself up and stomped into the kitchen. She grabbed a bag of crisps and stormed up the stairs.

When Lily arrived in her room she collapsed onto her bed. She began to eat her crisps and was about halfway through the bag when there was a sharp tapping noise on the window. Annoyed, Lily threw open her widow expecting to see her annoying ten year old neighbour, Aaron Saint-Claire, but was surprised to be greeted by a snowy owl with a piece of parchment tied to its leg. Perplexed, Lily unattached the parchment and as soon as the burden was untied, the owl took flight. She unfolded the letter and began to read.

Dear Lilypad,

So if you received this letter, which I know you will, I can finally prove to my dad that Astrid (that's my owl) is brighter than he thinks. I always knew that Astrid was smarter than she let on.

Anyways, how are you? I'm magnificent! I've decided (without your opinion, of course, because you'd yell at me to, very unkindly, go away) to start this diary type thing- Merlin's pants that sounds so unmanly- and write to you. And knowing you are the Gringotts of secrets- remember the Julia secret and how you almost got arrested?- I decided I could trust you, even though you don't like me.

Well it's been nice telling you that you are about to learn my deepest secrets! (You could always not read them, but curiosity killed the ostrich- that's the saying, right?) you can't write to me because; A) I told Astrid not to take a letter from you, and B) You don't have an owl, just that accursed cat- I still have the scars from when it attacked my leg in the middle of the night.

Hope you are doing well dear Lilykins!

From,

James Potter

Lily looked at the letter in disbelief. What had she gotten herself into?