Disclaimer: All characters in this story and everything you recognise belongs to J.K.Rowling. The plot however, is mine.

Chapter 3 – Sleeping with the Past

11 year-old Lily twisted and turned again and again in her bed. It was a hot and humid summer's night. She could not sleep. Images of a certain boy kept flashing in her mind. Five minutes later, Lily was sitting, leg-crossed on her bed writing in a thick, golden diary.

Dear Diary,

I can't sleep tonight. Every time I close my eyes, he appears and seems ever so close to me and yet when I open my eyes, he's not there. The weather's not helping either.

Today is exactly five years from the day James left. Everyday I have been writing in this diary in anticipation for his letters but none has arrived. What's happening? Has James forgotten me already or has he…we were such good friends though…

flashback

The weather was extremely hot. Mum had just bought Lily and James each an ice-cream cone. Lily had just begun licking her ice-cream when it fell to the ground. Being the six-year old girl she was, Lily burst out in tears. James had then reached over and wiped away her tears.

"Don't cry, Lily. You're making me sad…here, you can have my ice-cream…I don't really like ice-cream that much," James had said.

Lily had accepted the offer only to find a couple of days later from Rochelle's conversation with Mother that James was extremely fond of ice-cream.

And it had always been like that between them, James was always there when Lily needed him.

End of flashback

James, I really miss you…I really do…

Without realising, Lily dozed off to sleep with the diary still in her lap.

When she woke up again, blinding sunlight was shining on her face. She turned around and looked up at the alarm clock on her bedside table.

"Oh my God, it's eleven!" Lily exclaimed in surprise.

Lily jumped off her bed and ran to the shower. Five minutes later, she was making her way downstairs.

"There's a letter for you on the dining table, Lily," said mother as she hurried around cleaning the house.

"There's a letter for me? Who would send me a letter? I mean all my friends can just phone me," Lily said to herself. And then, a thought suddenly hit her… it couldn't be James could it?

With this bright thought in her mind, Lily half-consciously walked over to the pantry and pulled out the first thing she saw; an English muffin and then practically ran to the dining table. She pulled out the closest chair and reached over to the letter.

Carefully, she unsealed it and glanced down to the bottom hoping to see an 'Always, James,' however it disappointed her to see a 'Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall'.

Curious about who this certain 'Minerva McGonagall' was and why she was writing to her, Lily read the letter in more detail. The letter read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, Internation Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"OMG!!" Lily practically yelped in joy, "I'm a witch! I'm the same as James…"

A/N: So here's chap. 3, hope you liked it…now please, please, please review! I'd really love to know what you think of it as it did take me a lot of time and effort to write… Thank you soooooo much pplz!!