Hi! Man am I excited to see you here. Now I know most people don't like reading huge author notes before the actual story, but there is a few things I need to explain first.
One- There is a character in here with the same names as my pen name. The reason for this is I created her as a character for Ren Faire, and wanted to be able to use her elsewhere. So the characters are exactly the same. I hope she doesn't seem like a Mary Sue. If she does, PLEASE tell me. This is a character I am going to be playing and I need to know if she is unbelievable.
Two- Peter Pettigrew is a nice human being. In my personal opinion he was a great guy until something happened to make him flip his lid. So I will be writing him a nice human being, and delving into the nasty part later.
Three- I'm not going to beg you to review, I know some people don't like to, but it would be nice to hear your ideas on the subjects and everything. I take pride in my work and really want to know if I am screwing up horribly.
Ok that's it; one quick disclaimer and the warnings and I'll shut up and let you read the story.
Warnings: Language, strange humor, violence, and romance (nothing too graphic, but not something for a 10 year old)
I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the idea's surrounding it. The only thing I own is the plot and a few of the original characters. I am making no money off of this, and will not be doing so at any point.
Dear Journal, Sept. 1stWhy is it that riding on the train always makes me so melancholy? I look out the window and see the world pass by. Sometimes it feels as if that is exactly what is happening. The world is passing me by. In some ways I feel as if I am finally growing up, becoming the adult that was bound to happen. And other times, I feel as if I am just a child trapped in an adult's body. I wonder if anyone else feels like that. My friend's always seems as if they have their whole lives planned out, with no surprises what so ever. Now I know this can't be true, but it does seem like it.
I adore my friends, don't get me wrong, but there are times when I just want to strangle them. Not to mention the boys in our year. I know of them, but I don't really know them. They are quite the secretive bunch, which is ironic because no one could stand out more then them. I suppose I should describe them for you, this being my first journal entry and all. So I'll start at the top and work my way down. Which I guess means I will be starting with me....
My name is Lily Caroline Evans. I was named after my parent's favorite flower, and my Mom's great grandmother. I am 16 years old and just starting my 6th year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, I am a witch, got a problem with it? Didn't think so. What am I saying, you're a book, and you don't give a damn if I'm a muggle, a witch, or even an ape... I like to think I'm original, you know, one of a kind. But I bet everyone thinks that. But I'm right damnit
I am!
..... Why am I arguing with a book?
Anyway, I have curly red hair that drives me absolutely batty and green eyes. I'm kind of short for a girl, I'm only 5'4"but I still can kick ass. Most people don't know this, but before I came to Hogwarts I was taking martial arts. And I train every time I go home. I figure I'll be getting my black belt shortly after I graduate. My family is absolutely bonkers. My mother's name is Grace, why I don't know. She is one of the clumsiest people I have ever known, besides me that is. Daddy's name is Mark, and he is so absentminded. It drives my Mom and Petunia up the wall, but I think it's hysterical. Petunia, oh frustrating, bratty, annoying Petunia; also known as my older sister. I bet you can tell we don't get along too well. Ever since I got accepted to Hogwarts she has been nasty to me. At first I was devastated, her being my perfect older sister and all, but I got over it. It still hurts you know, but I've gotten to the point that I can ignore her now. I still wish she was more accepting of me, but I can't change her, just like she can't change me. I don't have a ton of friend's at school, but I wouldn't trade them for the world. My best friend in the world is Tres Cartwright. She's..... going to be talked about in the next paragraph...
Ok, now I can talk about, my amusing, slightly boy crazy best friend. What would I do without her, I don't know. She's taller then me (the brat) standing at a towering 5'11" Next to her I look like a dwarf. She always gets a kick out of teasing me, luckily for me there is no shortage of tall people jokes. Her hair is plain dark brown, and she has the coolest hazel eyes. There always a different color, I would give my right arm for her eyes. Ok maybe not the entire arm, but at least the pinky finger. She is always chasing after one poor boy or another; always in love, always dreaming of their wedding, and always breaking it off about a week later. It is provides and endless source of amusement for me. I can always count on her to cheer me up. In fact, that is probably why we are best friends. She is the easiest person to spill you secrets to, and fantastic at mutual bitch sessions. Not to mention she and I have the same quirky sense of humor. People don't always get our jokes, but we do, and that's what counts. I love her dearly and would do anything for her....
Next on the list (doesn't that sound like it should be capitalized, you know "The List" hehehe moving on) would be Dorothy Burke, aka Doro, my next closest friend. Now she is a trip. She decided the very first night of first year that her life was too boring and she was going to think up a new one. Tres and I thought it was hysterical so we helped. She is now the bastard daughter of the notorious pirate Iron Dick Burke. She is also quite insane. Now keep in mind this is all fiction, she's not really quite this nutty, but has fun pretending she is. We, to this day, keep elaborating on her background. Anyway, she has these "voices" four of them actually. And she has dolls that she made to keep them straight and she wears them on nooses on her belt. Each doll has its own quirky personality and she insists that 2 and 4 are having sex behind her back, and she randomly will start yelling at them to shut up. It never fails to make me laugh. She got super long, like to her butt, blonde hair, and these nifty aqua colored eyes. She looks kind of like Barbie, except she has no chest and has a constant crazy look on her face. She's also taller then me; she's about 5'8". Am I doomed to be the shortest person forever? Don't answer that, I don't think I really want to know.
The other two girls in our dorm aren't really my friends, we don't hate each other, but we don't really get along either. They like talking about boys and make-up, I.... don't. Their names are Candice Boyd, and Christine Mallon. Both very pretty, both always have boyfriends, and both spend hours getting ready in the morning. I don't really understand that, but hey! It's their life and time, they can do whatever they want, no biggie. No more about them though, I don't care for them, therefore you don't care about them, got it book? Good.
The boys, those strange group of soon to be men that I doubt I will ever forget. They call themselves the Marauders, and they are always playing pranks on everyone. Well, just about everyone. They did stop trying them on the girls in our year, probably out of fear for their lives. A pissed off Doro gives terrifying a whole new meaning. They never should have messed with her hair; it's the one thing she really prides herself in. Their ringleader is James Potter, a quiddich "master" or so he thinks. I don't really know much about any of them, but I can describe them to you. James Potter, chaser for the Gryffindor Quiddich team, good a school and fairly popular. Bastard towers over me at 6'1"; he's got this psycho black/brown hair that does whatever it wants whenever it wants, and these deep blue eyes. I think his eyes are nifty. Sirius Black is his main cohort, also on the Quiddich team but he plays beater. He's also tall, 6 feet even, and has this shaggy black hair, black hair on a Black go figure right. He's a goof off, always being crazy and is probably the funniest of the group. It's great that he can be constantly amusing. Remus Lupin is probably the next in line. Nice guy, kind of quiet, but sweet none the less. Always has a good word to say about everyone, except for Malfoy, but he's a jerk so it doesn't count. Heck most of the Slytherins are bastards, but they're fun to pick on; and some are really nice people.
Man do I get distracted easily, moving on....
Remus is only 5'10 which is better, (getting closer to my height, woohoo!) and has this really freaking cool hair. It's this nifty light brown that has streaks of grey and blonde, his hair never looks the same from day to day. Peter Pettigrew is the last of the group. He's a good guy too, slightly timid, but I think it's actually just him being shy. He's only 5'6" which makes me incredibly happy. He's got medium brown hair and light blue eyes. He's always puts on a façade of being slightly dumb, but I've seen his marks, they're above the average. I think his main problem is that he lets himself get shoved behind the others sometimes. He's a great guy to talk to though always willing to listen to anyone.
Well, I suppose I should be ending it here, I can tell we're almost to Hogsmead. I promise there will be more later on though. I just have this feeling that this year is going to be one to remember.
Famous Last words, I know.
Lily C Evans
tbc
Ok, there you go, part one. No, the whole thing will not be Journal entry style, although if people like them, I might throw a few in here and there. Hope you enjoyed it. I'll be working on part two as soon as I get this posted. See you on the flip side. -Doro