DISCLAIMER: I OWN NONE OF THIS! IT ALL BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING!!

It was the middle of December and you could easily tell that Christmas was near. Everything you touched was cold and frosty and everything you saw was covered in pure white snow. At times there was so much of it, it was painfully to look at on particular place for a long time, but then again that was half the fun when one was bored during class; staring contests with the nearest person next you and the closest window covered with snow. James Potter, age sixteen and a seventh year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat cross legged at the windowsill of the Gryffindor common room. He was a teenager with unruly jet black hair and charming hazel brown eyes and the height of six foot one. He was a boy with a talent for playing the famous wizarding sportquidditch, and for making trouble where it wasn't needed. He was a Marauder, is what he was and at the moment he was absolutely bored out of his mind! As he watched the sky turn from its late night hours to the early dawn, James sat awake for hours and watched the snow fall ever so gently in front of him while his whole house slept peacefully in their warm dorm rooms. Now that quidditch was over, he had nothing really to do. School work only kept him occupied to a limit, and homework? Ha, he'd just ask Remus for his and copy it. He thought, now that he was wide awake from Cherry, his owl, screeching in his ear, that he might think up some more brilliant pranks to pull on the Slytherins, but his ingenious mind only wondered off to one thing - one person actually.

Everyone knew James Potter had the world's largest crush on Lily Evans, a seventh year Gryffindor like him with fiery red hair as long as her back and brilliantly bright green eyes that flashed violent whenever James was around. James' friends considered Lily a 'time-bomb', because one day James would eventually make her explode with fury and make her do something so rash, she wouldn't even regret it. Lily absolutely hated the Marauders; she thought they were a bunch of immature, arrogant, egoistic berks that had way too much time on their hands for their own good. She especially hated James though, since their first year he had tried to court her in his cocky ways and her response was (ever since she learned the bat-bogey hex) was to bat-bogey hex him or any other means to get him to leave her alone. Though after six long years, her attempts failed to stop him and his attempts failed to court her. To Lily, it was a hopeless cause to try and deflate James Ayden Potter's very, very large head.

James looked out of the window longingly. He wished he had an answer to make Lily fall in love with him but he could find none. He had thought of asking Slughorn for a love potion or buying one but then that was unfair and he wanted to win Lily without any kind of help like that. Looking at his watch, James found it was a little past five- thirty, and yawned. Thank Merlin it was a Saturday morning otherwise he would never be able to stay awake in class – though his first class would have been Binn's and it was rather easy to fall asleep in that class anyway. Deciding he would give sleep a second try, James made to get up from the his seat but stopped when he noticed a small red notebook laying on the table next to him. Picking it up and sitting on the couch, he looked over its cover. Lily Evans was written at the bottom in gold and a picture of her and Danielle McGibbons , another seventh year Gryffindor, was on the front waving merrily at him.

'I shouldn't open it.' James thought to himself as he ran his fingers over the cover lightly. Agreeing with his curiosity of the book, James opened to a random page and gasped. It was a diary. The page read:

Dear Diary, 1 December- last row of Transfiguration's class with McGonagall

Today was another boring but hard working day. Binn's has given us a mountain of homework tonight, due next Monday of course. We have to write about some stupid goblin and his diplomacy, interesting right? It's still more interesting I suppose than any muggle school. To be honest, any kind of politics bore me to tears; wizarding or muggle.

James smirked as he reread the first paragraph. "And here I thought only Sirius could hate politics more than I. Hmmm, guess I underestimated her." He spoke quietly to himself. James peered over her shoulder and glanced at the stair case to make sure no one was there. He continued to read:

Well really, that isn't why I'm writing in here right now. The reason I'm writing is because of those damned Marauders! You'll never guess what they did today either! A Slytherin boy named Severus Snape was bombed with stink pellets from the Marauders at lunch! The place absolutely wreaked and they only got detention for a week! I mean, honestly! They deserve more, that poor boy!

At this point James stopped reading to glare at the book. She was actually sticking up to Snape! After all the time he had called her a mudblood behind her back and James going to silently defend her, this is what she had to say about Snape! James made a promise to himself, that when Lily woke up that morning and he saw, they would be having a very interesting conversation about poor ole' Snape. He vowed it. James continued reading after he cleared his thoughts.

That isn't all they did either! After that they bewitched his quills in potions class today so he couldn't take notes! No, instead of writing notes the quill wrote horrible things about Professor Slughorn – who unfortunately read the notes and gave Severus a detention for it while the 'almighty and famous' Marauders got away with it laughing! They think they're this big joke too! James and Sirius mostly, they're so full of themselves! How any girl could date them, I haven't the faintest idea Remus and Peter now, now they're the only two I like. I mean, yes they share in the cruelty of the pranks but at least they don't go and shove it in other people's faces.

You know, if James' head wasn't so full of hot air all the time, I think I'd actually say yes to all the times he's asked me out, you know? I mean the poor bloke's got to be somewhere around two million times in asking me out since first year! Any guy who goes through that kind of trouble does at least deserve a thought, right? I mean I've said some horrible things to him over the past couple of years and he said some equally bad things too – which he isn't wrong in saying, because they are true. But I can't help and think; maybe James is worth a try. That is if he ever deflates that overly large head of his and stops hexing the life out of Slytherin's , I mean I don't like them either – who would? They're slimy and too clever for their own good. If there ever was a lot with bigger egos than James and Sirius, it's Slytherin. I mean, the only person I can think of that could EVER beat James Potter in an ego contest, would be Malfoy. I mean… he just wipes Potter's clock clean.

James' heart stopped after reading all that, he could swear it had stopped. She would give him a chance? After all these years of saying she loathed him? Maybe he had misread something; maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him from lack of sleep. Quickly James reread the paragraph several times before realizing he wasn't wrong and his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Placing the book down on the couch, James nearly jumped three feet into the air as he got up from the couch and made for the stairs before stopping and running to get the book. With the book in his hands now, James sprinted up to the boys' seventh year dormitory where the rest of the Marauders were happily sleeping away the early morning. Spotting Sirius' bed, he leapt on top and Sirius gave an annoyed and sudden cry that woke the whole dorm.

"She loves me! She loves me! Lily Marie Evans loves me!" James cried out as he jumped up and down on the bed. The lights in the dorm suddenly flickered on.

"Get 'ff me you git! I'm try'n to sleep!" Sirius growled from under his covers as he tried to kick James off his bed.

"Padfoot!!" James whooped. "She loves me! I have proof!" C'mon, give it a look!"

"That's great Prongs, go back to bed." Sirius snarled, still not surfacing from beneath his covers.

"Prongs, go back to bed." Remus, the next bed over from Sirius, muttered and snuffed out his candle that stood on his nightstand.

"I agree with moony, mate." Sirius sighed and poked his head out. "It's Saturday morning, talk to us when it's actually light outside."

"No, I need to show you something Padfoot! Oh come on, you'll get back to your precious sleep in a minute, I wanna show you it!" Said James as he took a fistful of Sirius covers and threw them back completely. Sirius sat up quickly, glared at his best friend, took back the covers and submerge himself once more only this time he kept his head out and had one eye open glaring murderously at James. James took out his wand and smirked at Sirius.

Sirius snarled at him. "Don't even think about it, Potter."

James just smirked. "What are you going to, Padfoot? I don't see your wand anywhere." And with a swish of James wand, Sirius was dangling by his ankle from the ceiling.

"DAMNIT PRONGS!" Sirius hollered.

"Are you going to listen to me now?" James laughed when Sirius gave him a not so friendly gesture.

"I told you I will – later." Sirius glared.

"Later to you Padfoot, means once you've done snogging some random Hufflepuff girl in the fourth floor broom closet." James sighed and with another swish of his wand, Sirius fell hard onto his bed. Sending pillows, blankets, and feathers everywhere.

"Alright, alright! What the bloody hell do you want to show me?" He said. Sirius Black was a tall boy with long black shaggy hair that all the girls fell in love with. He had the lightest clear blue eyes and was a chaser for the Gryffindor quidditch team while James was their seeker and captain. James thrust the red book in front of Sirius, wide open to the page he just read. Sirius quickly read it, when he was done he threw it back at James with an annoyed look.

"You woke me up for this rubbish?" Sirius yawned, crawling back into his bed.

"It is not rubbish Padfoot. It's proof that Lily would date me! I have a blooming chance, don't you get it?" James urged.

"Yeah whatever Prongs, it's probably some stupid kid playing a joke on ya'. The day Lily agrees to go out with you is the day that I kiss Malfoy on the lips and shove my tongue down his throat." Sirius grumbled, climbing back under his mountain of covers. "Do me a favor Prongs, and go back to bed."

"Oh Padfoot…" James chuckled. "That much lack of faith in me?" James mocked a hurt expression.

"Prongs, after six years you don't learn do you?" Sirius rolled his eyes and snuffed out his light as to say, 'goodnight and don't bother me until I can actually see the sun'. James sighed and walked over to his own warm bed and placing the red diary on his night stand. He thought as he lay awake in his bed, the sun had nearly fully risen.

'You are going to regret those words Sirius.' Was James' last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep with a smile and a plan for the morning that awaited Lily Marie Evans.