Alright, let's just pretend that James and Lily were born in 1960 and they had Harry when they were 20, mmkay?
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. At all. Except for the plot for this story, and whatnot…
Diary of Lily Evans
October 19th, 1975
Hey.
You know what I can't stand? Or rather, WHO I can't stand? Let me give you a hint- it starts with 'J' and ends with 'ames Potter'. That stupid prick was at it AGAIN today. In potions he kicked my bench forward just as I was leaning over my cauldron to pour the tiny bit of dried baby's breath, and I accidentally added 10 times the proper amount as a result. It EXPLODED in my face. He and Sirius were laughing their arses off about it. Uuurgh… I swear, that… DEMON has nothing better to do than torment me.
Also, it didn't help that Professor Davies took away 50 points from Gryffindor for causing the explosion and wasting the baby's breath. URGH!
In other news, I think I may be getting a crush! On who, you may ask? Well… Alright, I have to check that no ones looking. I haven't even told Amy yet.
Sigh. Guess who just happened to be reading over my shoulder? James-sodding-Potter. And I know you're still reading this, even though I told you to go away, Potter.
I guess I'll continue later, when certain wastes of flesh aren't poking into my private matters.
LaterBack. Ugh. Anyways.
I'm getting a crush on… Remus! I know, I know, surprising. I think he may like me back, actually. He's always really nice and sweet to me, and he's pretty clever too. And mature, unlike his dunderhead friends. He's not bad looking, either. Not hot, more… cute. Yeah.
So, like I said before, I haven't told anyone, including Amy, yet. She always makes such a big deal out of these things. Almost as bad as Nadya Dulai (AN: Parvati's mom… in my world.). She's convinced that I'm in love with James, though. As IF! I'd have to be blind, stupid, and out of my rocker to ever like an arse like him.
Anyways, I went to the library (that's where I am now… figured James would never voluntarily set foot in here) to get some homework done, so I guess that's what I should do.
LaterOh. My. Gosh. My world has just imploded, been lit up, and had a happy little choir singing Christmas carols around it, all in the span of the last half hour or so. I'll start from the beginning.
We went down for dinner, and Dumbledore announced that there was going to be a Halloween ball. Yay! I love balls and dances. They're so much fun! And people dress up. This can be prove to be very entertaining, depending on if people you know look great or absolutely horrid. Eye candy, or dark amusement. That was the bit with the 'world being lit up'.
Then, James asks me really loudly (unfortunately, him and his band of merry men had chosen to sit a few seats down and across from my friends and I) "So, Evans, you gonna ask your crush out to the ball?" I mean LOUDLY. Like the Slytherins could probably hear it, and they were two tables down. I played dumb (because my friends were oblivious to this whole me-crushing-on-Remus thing) and was like "What are you talking about, Potter? I don't have a crush." Then, he proceeded to exclaim, "Oh really? That's funny. I didn't know you lied to your diary. How odd." And then, rattled off EXACTLY what I had written about my crush that he had seen. Which, considering, really wasn't that much. Just basically saying that I had a crush and no one knew. So, that doesn't really explain why the majority of people around me either went "Oooooh, who is he, Lily?" Or, starting laughing hysterically. Okay, maybe the whole James-imitating-me-in-a-ridiculously-high-voice thing may have started the laughter. But seriously, it wasn't a big deal. Crowd mentality, damn you! So, I was sitting there, steadily turning as red as my hair, while the girls poked and prodded at me, and the guys laughed their arses off. I excused myself and all but sprinted out of the Great Hall. That was the 'world imploding' part.
Then, while I was cursing darkly and walking furiously back to Gryffindor Tower, I heard footsteps behind me. That's one of the gifts and curses of having stone floors, you can hear anyone who's coming. I assumed it was James, or my friends, coming to pester me more, so I groaned loudly and started to run. Which, considering I was wearing a skirt, dress shoes, and an under wire bra, this was very, very, VERY awkward, uncomfortable, and not nearly as fast as I can run. They called after me to wait, and I stopped recognizing that it was (none other than) Remus. He caught up to me and apologized for what James had said. He was like, "Look, I don't know why James did what he did, but I didn't know anything about it. If I did, I would've tried to stop him. Are you okay?" Awww! Can he get any sweeter? I told him that James was an arse, but yes, I was fine, and thanks, it wasn't his (Remus') fault. He offered to come back to the common room with me (awwww!) but I said that I was fine. He left and I started walking very cheerfully to the common room. That was the 'happy little choir singing Christmas carols around my world' part.
To answer James question, hell yeah, I'm going to ask Remus to the ball. Now, the only problem is, how…
October 20th, 1975
I hate Muggle Studies. I really do. I only signed up for it to get the OWL and possibly NEWT credit, so if I want to do Muggle Relations for a career, I'll be able to.
The reason I hate it so much is that it's so… CONDESCENDING. I mean, they look at Muggles like they're another SPECIES, not just a different sort of person. If you ask me, comparing the Muggle and Witch/Wizard world, I think Muggles have made far more advances. I mean, the Magic world has always had magic. I'm not saying magic solves everything, but comparing the fact that Muggles had nothing but nature to build from, and Witches and Wizards have always had a bit of a head start with their powers.
Anyways, the only part of Muggle Studies that I can stand is the fact that Remus is in there. Just bear with my girly side for a minute. This is the only time that I can talk to him usually without James, Sirius, and Peter tagging along with him. Plus, I can help him, since I'm Muggleborn. Thank God, Professor Reed put Remus and me next to each other in his new seating plan. Plus, the clock is in the direction of his head, so I can stare at him while pretending to watch the clock. It's no secret that I hate Muggle Studies, so my classmates, including Remus, won't think this is odd. Well, except maybe to Professor Reed, but hey, if I get extra marks because he thinks I love it, great.
Of course, me in all of my stupidity realized, just as the class was ending, that Muggle Studies is the perfect opportunity to ask Remus out! Unfortunately. I have Muggle Studies only on Tuesday and Thursday, and today is Thursday. So, I have to wait until Tuesday to ask him out. That's a whole 5 days away! That's 5 days for Remus to ask someone else out, or for someone else to ask him out! Well, I guess that means I'll just have to plan this plot out well.
Alright, I better head off to Care for Magical Creatures.
LaterWell, that was a total and utter DISASTER.
Today in CfMC, we were learning about Hippogriffs. James, of course, being the arrogant show-off that he is, volunteered to go first. And, of course, seeing as how Fate hates me, and loves to smack me in the face, he got it after about 2 seconds. No hassle at all. Arse. Then, we all got a try at one, and, of course, OF COURSE, I have to get the one that's previous owner, a redheaded woman, had abused him. So, of course, this Hippogriff tries to KILL me. The only reason I'm not either dead or near-to in the hospital wing is because Potter's Hippogriff happens to be FRIENDS with mine, and calls it off. I was already scared shitless/angry, because a)I WAS NEARLY SMASHED INTO HIPPOGRIFF KIBBLE and b)Potter SAW me nearly smashed to Hippogriff kibble. Just what I need, yet ANOTHER thing that he can tease and torment me about. Later on, to top EVERYTHING off, I find out that he TOLD THE HIPPOGRIFF TO CALL THE OTHER ONE OFF! I do NOT need his pity. Okay, maaaaybe I needed it not to die, but SOD IT, HE PITIED ME! I HATE pity, and I especially hate it when someone I hate, no, DESPISE, pities me.
UUUUUUUUUURGH! I need to go scream into a pillow.
LaterWell, it was inevitable. Amy finally caught up with me and started interrogating me to see who I like. I finally cracked after about an hour of poking, prodding, pleading, and whining (alright, I tried to make it all P's, but YOU try to come up with another word for whining that starts with P!) and told her that I liked Remus. She was surprised. She, of course, was like, "Oh, I thought for sure it would be James." When I proceeded to scream and rant at her about how he was a waste of life and how I would love to see him die a very slow, painful, preferably fiery death, she just smiled and said, "There's a thin line between hate and love." Yes, it's official, she's lost it.
To add to my mounting pile of evil today, I had Transfiguration. Normally, I love Transfiguration. Used to be my second favourite subject, after Charms. But this year… THIS year… McGonagall decided it would be rather funny if she partnered me up with my sworn mortal enemy for the ENTIRE YEAR. In case you've fallen asleep or just forgot, this would be Potter. To make it worse, Transfiguration seems to be his forte! You know, besides making my life a living hell. So, he's there, showing off, while anything I do, normally excellent, seems like the work of Peter Pettigrew next to his. For example, today we were transfiguring footstools into toadstools, and mine was SEEMINGLY perfect. 'Seemingly' being the key word here. But as I looked over at his, I realized mine was still the red-velvet colour of the footstool, while his was a yellowish-green colour. Yet. Again. He. BEAT ME. McGonagall just happens to come over while I'm glaring at his flawless toadstools, and she says, "Nice work, Potter. 10 points to Gryffindor. Miss Evans, you should perhaps look at Potters, if you wish to even further up your mark." CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! I. HATE. THAT. SODDING. PRICK.
I wonder how my day can get worse.
LaterOf course. I should've foreseen this.
Just got out of History of Magic. I swear, this has been one of the worst days of my life. I'll tell you what happened.
Potter, is what happened. He flung notes at me the entire time. Well, not flung. I flung them. He levitated them. Show-off. I'll write down the conversation. I still have the note paper (though however crumpled it may be).
Evans.
Potter.
Who do you like?
Why do you care!Because I do.
That's not an answer.
Neither is that.
Look, I'm not going to tell you who I like, so if that's what you set out to do, bugger off.
How do you know that I don't just want to irritate you?
I think you want to do both.
Oh, aren't you clever.
Go annoy someone else.
But you're so much fun to annoy!
Bugger OFF.
I WOULD send a note to Snivelus, actually, but he's figured out that it's wise to put up a Shield Charm during History of Magic.
Hm, that is a good idea. I think I'll do that. Bye then.
You can't. :)
Hey… WHERE'S MY WAND, POTTER?How would I know that? Really, Evans, you must learn to keep track of your possessions better.
I know you have it, Potter. Give it to me.
You have no proof.
How about the fact that it's tucked behind your ear!Oh, you want THAT?
YES!Ohhh… No.
WHY NOT!Because you're getting mad, and you look so pretty when you're mad.
Please, Potter. I'm not in the mood for any of your stupid jokes.
Who says I'm joking?
Just give me my wand back.
Sure. If you tell me who you like.
WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW!Call it curiosity.
Curiosity killed the cat.
And satisfaction brought it back. No one ever seems to remember that last bit.
Well, too bad, kitty. You're going to die.
Hm, that's too bad. I suppose I'll go on without knowing. It's your wand at stake, after all, not mine.
If you don't give that back, I swear to God, I'll…You'll what? Tell on me?
Yeah.
Weak. You'll have to think of something better. You can't curse me, jinx me, or otherwise hurt me, obviously.
Yes, I can. Physical.
You wouldn't dare. It would tarnish your precious image and reputation.
Please. You already did that last night at dinner.
Hardly.
People were laughing.
Yes, but it really wasn't that big of a deal.
PEOPLE WERE LAUGHING.
Yes, but if they weren't?
Then, frankly, I wouldn't care.
But if you punched, slapped, scratched, kicked, or sacked me, then your good girl image would be tarnished.
If it means getting my wand back, I don't care. And I am fully prepared to sack you.
Fine, fine, I'll give you your wand back.
Thank you.
Now tell me who you like.
NO! FOR THE LAST SODDING TIME, NO!
Temper, temper. Well, are you going to ask them to the ball, at least?
I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
Waiting is so tiresome. I'm not asking WHO now, I'm just asking if the guy who is escorting you to the ball is likely to be your crush.
Depends on if he says yes or not.
So you ARE asking him then.
I never said that.
You insinuated it.
Whatever.
Alright, I'm going to see if Snape remembered to put up his Shield Charm. The area around him seems less shimmery.
Good riddance to you.
Love you too, Lils.
Sod off.
For those of you curious, Snape did NOT have his Shield Charm up.
God, I hate Potter.
