A/N: Alright, just a note, this is my first Harry Potter fanfic and my first time working with a series outside of Ranma, so please go easy on me. Resonantly, I've been reading a whole bunch of fanfics about Lily/James and their whole group, so I thought Aw hell, why not? Anyway, on that note, let's start with the mandatory stuff…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. The great and wondrous J. K. Rowling does. Kudos to her.

"Talking"

Thinking

*NOISES*

//Radio or Television//

o/" Music o/"

[Random A/N in the story (heh heh heh…)]

Now that that's taken care of, TO THE BATCAVE!! I mean, FANFIC!! -_-;;

Tale of a White Blossom

Prologue: Secrets Under the Floorboard

The trio of Hogwarts, also known as Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger, we're crossing the school grounds to the local wooden hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest now that the day's classes were over. It was merely the second day of school and things were already ghastly around the Potion's room.

"I swear Malfoy switched those viles on purpose!" Ron declared grumpily. "How was I supposed to know it the mixture would explode in a puff of orange smoke? And Snape _still_ took points off, no matter how much I tried to explain it wasn't my fault!"

"Well what did you think would happen when you mix the two ingredients that on the page of the potion recipe says 'do not mix'?" Hermione asked, giggling. Ron scowled at her.

"Hermie, you're not helping."

"Sorry Ron."

Her muffled giggles still reached Ron's ears though, and he 'humphed.' Harry suppressed a sigh and smile at the same time looking at his two friends. Ah, it was good to be back at Hogwarts where he belonged, good to finally come home.

Harry knocked on Hagrid's familiar door when they reached the rackety wooden hut, and was greeted merrily by the half-giant.

"'Lo all!" Hagrid's booming voice called out, shuffling the three in and helping settle them in the huge chairs in his home. "Sorry I didn' getta see ya at the banquet las' night. One o' the firs' years gave me a scare, he did. Fell outta the boat, and, 'parently, couldn' swim. Had me hands full tryin' to fish 'im out. Not 'ery pleasan', let me tell you."

"Don't worry about it Hagrid--" Harry started.

"Was the boy all right?" Hermione cut in.

"'Course he was! He was with me, weren' he?" Hagrid replied. Hermione looked relieved. At the sound of the whistling teakettle, Hagrid made to get up, but Harry jumped up before he could.

"I'll get it, Hagrid," Harry told his giant friend, and walked to the fire where the kettle was; but before he could make it to the kettle the floorboards cracked and split underneath him.

"Harry!" Hermione cried and ran over to him, Ron and Hagrid following close behind.

"Are you alright Harry?" Ron asked.

"I- I'm fine," Harry replied, standing shakily. "Just a little surprised."

"I would be too if I fell through a floorboard," Ron declared. "The thing must have rotted the whole way through!"

"Aw, I'm sorry 'Arry. I hope you didn' hur'--"

Hermione shook her head and cut Hagrid off. "No, Hagrid, it wasn't your fault unless you sawed through it purposely. Look at the way it split right down the middle; there's no way a rotted board could split that straight."

"She right!" Ron exclaimed as he looked at the floorboard closer. "But Hagrid, why would you want to cut one of your floorboards in half?"

"I didn' cut it!" he exclaimed defensively. "Someone else musta."

"Well, who ever did, they left something down there," Harry said, bending down and reaching into the gap he had made when the board gave way. He pulled out a dusty leather-bound book with a green cover. On the front cover, a picture of a white lily took up a good piece of space. Hagrid stared at the little old book, speechless.

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"Looks like a diary," Harry answered, flipping through the pages briefly. Without a word of explanation, Hagrid took the book from his much younger friend.

"Why the bloody 'ell would she leave it _'ere_ o' all places?" Hagrid asked no one in particular. In actuality, it seemed like he was talking to the book in his hands more than anything else. All three young wizards/witch exchanged puzzled glances.

"Why would _who_ leave it here, Hagrid?" Hermione asked, being the quickest to translate their question into spoken words. Hagrid shifted his gaze to Harry.

"Harry," he said.

"Don't look at me," Harry exclaimed. "I don't keep a diary, and even if I did, why would I stick it under your floorboard?"

Hagrid sighed. "'At's not what I meant. 'Arry, you 'ave every right 'o it. It's yers now," Hagrid told him, putting the worn book into his hands.

"But, Hagrid," Harry started, "what is it?"

Hagrid sighed again. "I 'tink it'd be best for you to find out on yer own." Harry just stared at the book, eyes never leaving it once. Hagrid said nothing, just watched with a somewhat sad look on his face before he turned his head and stared out the window. Ron and Hermione didn't notice this though; they were too busy looking anxiously at Harry.

"Well?" Ron asked, expectantly. "Aren't you going to read it?"

"Oh, er, right," Harry replied sheepishly and opened the book. He cleared his throat and read, "'July 27, 1967. Dear Diary, I don't usually bother to keep a journal because nothing really spectacular happens to me. I mean, what on earth could ever happen to average, plain, _normal_ little Lily Evans?'" Harry stared at the page in shock.

"Lily Evans?" Hermione asked, gasping.

"Isn't-- erm, wasn't that your mum's name?" Ron added.

Harry didn't answer; he didn't need to. All Harry could do was look confusedly at Hagrid.

"But, Hagrid--" Harry started.

"Keep readin'," Hagrid ordered, continuing out the window. Whether he saw something or he just didn't want to look at Harry, they didn't know. Harry just dumbly nodded in reply and started to read again.

"'I mean, what on earth could ever happen to average, plain, _normal_ little Lily Evans? Nothing, right? At least, not until now. Something happened today that I found journal-worthy, so here I am. Let me start at the beginning, Diary. I got the strangest letter today…'"

A/N: GASP!! And the plot thickens. I know what you were all thinking before. I thought this was supposed to be a Lily/James fanfiction, SO WHY ARE HARRY, RON, AND HERMIONE HERE??? There is a very good reason for that, and finding that diary was it. Don't worry though, the rest is Lily, James, and co. (Except for maybe the epilogue, but that's another story.)

The chapters will most like begin and/or end in diary form. The rest will be told normally from Lily's POV. And, yes, I know this chapter is super short, but it's a prologue, so sue me. Don't worry though, next chapters _will_ be longer. (I hope… ^^;;)

As for the date, that year is the year I think her diary was probably written. The way I got it is this way: I go by the date of in the Harry Potter world by publication date (for the first three, anyway). And the date I got for book two (which happened to be the first HP book I happened to grab) it said 1999. Okay, so I figure Harry was twelve then; subtract twelve from 1999 and you get that he was born in 1987, and his mum was about thirty-one when she died. So you subtract thirty-one from 1987 to get 1956, the year Lily was born. Add eleven to that, and ta da!! 1967!! Hope you all enjoyed my logic and math lesson. (As if we don't get enough of this in school…)

Anyway, if anyone bothered to read all this, you get a cookie!!

Please remember to review!! ~JenJen-chan