Disclaimer: I naturally do not own Harry Potter or anything related to it. If you don't know who does, perhaps you should find out, because you're not going to understand this otherwise!

My first fanfic! It's quite simple but still good fun! Sirius writes in italics, James in normal script. I hope you enjoy it!

The Diary of Padfoot and Prongs

Dear Diary,

Today was an interesting day.

A very interesting day.

Splendificasly interesting.

There's no such word as splendificasly Prongs.

Well, now there is!

You can't just make up words! This is meant to be an honest, virtuous, dexterous, reliable, exceptionally superb recount of our sixth year!

It is? I thought we were just writing it so we could pretend I had a diary, and therefore appear sensitive to Lily...

That too.

(Don't snigger!)

But never the less, I think we should at least try and make it, you know, entertaining. Why?

Can't we just doodle in class in it...

Prongs, Prongs, Prongs. You poor, poor lost little boy. This could turn out to be the greatest novel of our time! It could become a sanctuary for us! It could end up being the most fulfilling thing we have ever done!

Shut up Padfoot. You're kidding yourself. But ok. I mean, what if Moony or someone read it.

Someone meaning Lily?

I don't always think about Lily! But yeh... her too... maybe I could write some really nice things about her in it... then – wait for it –

Does this plan include leaving it somewhere for her to find? Coz if it does, you're really losing your edge Prongs. And enough about Lily already.

Sor-ry. I thought a diary was a place to spill your feelings out, write down stuff that you would never tell another, and let yourself fly!

Maybe an individual diary. However, we are both writing this. I don't WANT to know your 'innermost secrets'. They're probably either stupid or about Lily. Both topics which are not of much interest, to me, at least.

What a start we have made Padfoot - you and me arguing. Wow, that's such a great recount. We didn't even tell the diary, poor fellow, why this day was so interesting!

Oh yeh, sorry diary, I forgot. Well, let me launch into the story! You see it all started when Prongsie got this idea that Slytherins didn't actually like green. You know, it being their house colour and all, I thought they would simply adore it. That git Snape (will tell you more about him later, diary, old pal) is always getting green stuff.

Or black. To go with his black heart.

Or black. But that's beside the point. He has green quills, green dress robes, green drapes –

He has green drapes? How do you know that?

He he he... he also has green underwear! Don't you remember that time we snuck into the Slytherin common room? I had a look in his dormitory.

You looked at his underwear? That is so so wrong Padfoot.

It was on his bed. He's messy. Who cares anyway? Our point is, Slytherins LIKE green.

However.

Yes, however, that is the key word here. However, they don't like eating green.

No, they don't like it at all.

Not one little bit. Especially when the food is not MEANT to be green.

So, continuing our story. I got this brilliant idea that, although Slytherins are so proud of their house and the colours that come with it, perhaps eating green eggs –

And ham.

And ham? What's that got to do with this?

Nothing, go on. Diary is waiting. It's ok diary, mean, wee Prongs will proceed.

If you ever shut up maybe. Ok, so I tell it the boys we should turn the Slytherins food green then next day at breakfast and they are not too keen on the idea. Padfoot says that the Slytherins would probably find it a favour to have more green in the Great Hall. And then Moony half agrees with him and adds that Slytherins don't care about their food as long as it won't kill them, they're tasteless. And Wormtail agrees with everybody... including me.

Confusing associate that Wormtail is. And, you've got to admit Prongs, it sounded like a stupid plan.

As if it did! But I convince them with my charming personality, rugged handsome looks, persuasive conversation –

Great hexing skills more like.

Don't tell diary that! So eventually they agree and we set it all up.

How we do this is a secret.

True. We set it all up so that at breakfast the next morning all the Slytherins food is varying shades of green.

And they won't eat it! It was hilarious!

And thanks to Moony, none of them could eat food from any of the other tables! It just jumped out of their mouth when they tried. How I love that jinx!

Ah yes, me too, has helped us countless times!

And so they sit there with all this green food in front of them, and all the other houses are sniggering about it, specially us, and the Slytherins become distraught!

Malfoy swore to kill whoever did it! Nott started hexing randoms –

Did you see that Hufflepuff's boils?

Stop laughing Prongs, we need to continue. And the Hall was in chaos.

Of course, eventually one of the professors calmed it all down, by which time we had sneaked out. But it was worth every moment.

And we didn't get caught! So not even a detention as the price for out prank!

What a day, what a day.

And then of course their was lessons and all that... but that was all boring.

Yeh... double History of Magic. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.

Not that you listened James... How many L.E.'s did you calve into the table.

Alas, only 54! I was hoping to reach 100, but I started doing them in elaborate designs and time just flew!

As it does in History of Magic. Well, goodnight diary. Moony is motioning for us to come and see something.

Looks like Wormtail's tried to hex some first year...

I gotta see this! Don't worry diary! We will return!

See you later diary! Can we give it a name? I feel stupid saying diary.

Next time. The action is nearly over! Let's hurry!

Yours Truly,

Padfoot and Prongs