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How ar- ARGH! *screams while dodging various object being thrown at me* I'm very sorry! *Dodges more objects* I have an excuse! I really do… Do yo- OUCH! Who threw the book? Well, anyway; Do you know the word 'mid-terms'? You do? That's good, because than you'll probably understand (I hope!)… My first week back at school has been filled with them… each day I've had a new one, and I simply couldn't pull myself together to write a new chapter… I'm sorry… I'm I forgiven now? Hope so…

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I. Hated. Potions…

Probably just as much as I hated Sirius Black (who –by the way- was all over me constantly, but more on that later). I did my best; I really did, to endure it soundlessly, without complaining all the time, but sometimes it just got too much. Especially when you're working, side by side, with Lily Evans who apparently is a genius in potion-making and therefore one of professor Slughorn's favorite students. She was even a member of the well-known slug-club, and couldn't stop bragging about it.

"I'm still so surprised!" She said one afternoon after potions, "of course, I knew I wasn't all that bad, but to become a member of the slug-club is just so s-"

"Surprising?" I finished slowly getting annoyed though I tried to hide it.

"Yes! It's such an honor an- and you're getting really pissed at me now, aren't you?"

"Wha- No!" She shot me stern look of the same sort she always used on James, "Well, yes, perhaps a little bit… okay, a lot!" I surrendered with a heavy sigh and threw my hands into the air in a sign of capitulation.

Before being able to continue talking I bumped into something hard...

"Ouch," and something that apparently could talk, too.

With my small height of only 5'4'' I had to take a step back to get a look at the stranger. My eyes got caught by a certain pair of mesmerizing grey ones. Sirius Black smirked at me and I felt a slight blush tainting my cheeks (See, what I meant about being all over me constantly?).

"You look cute when you're blushing," he said and something in his voice told me that he was speaking the truth, though his smirk disagreed.

A low sound of coughing could be heard from behind. I stepped a little to the right and saw Remus shooting a disapproving look towards Sirius before he caught my eye.

"Hello Hayley, how was potions? As dreadful as always?" he smiled. Ever since the night we'd arrived his health had seemed to increase itself without any apparent medical help.

"'Course it were," I rolled my eyes in exasperation, "I can't see the point of brewing a love potion, if it's impossible to brew 'the perfect one'. Doesn't make sense."

"Well, I thought it was pretty interesting actually," Lily said.

"But that's only because you're the best in class!"

"She sure is; I've already been bewitched by her love potions," James smiled at her, appearing side by side with Sirius.

Someone snorted nearby (Someone else than Lily, anyway) and we all turned to face the greasy haired Severus Snape also know by the name of 'Snivellus'. As far as I had been told, he was Lily's ex-best friend. They had apparently 'broken up' after he called her a Mudblood, while she had been defending him. Stupid brat!

"You want to say anything, Snivelly?" James sneered.

Before Snape had any possibility of uttering a retort, Lily started pushing James in the other direction, earning glances of hurt from the greasy haired boy.

"Lily, what are yo-?" James started but Lily just kept pushing him away. We followed them. Once far away from Snape and the class room, Lily finally stopped. James cocked eyebrow as to question her again.

"I'm grateful that you're taking care of me, Potter, but…" she held her breath for a moment and seemed to be scrutinizing her brain for any plausible excuse, "but you're Headboy. You can't go around and pick fights with students."

James on the other hand just stood in front of her, smiling like an idiot. He had probably only heard the words 'I'm grateful that you're taking care of me, Potter' and nothing more, replaying it over and over in his head.

Lily smiled at him before quickly hurrying away, hiding a blush.

"Mate," Sirius punched the mesmerized James lightly on the arm, and he seemed to wake up from his dream like state, "she's gone."

"Oh, yeah. I knew that," he grinned quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment at getting caught in the act of dreaming about Lily Evans. Well, it couldn't really be a first time incident.

"Hayley, you want to go to pitch with us. There are quidditch try-outs today," Sirius asked, "Of course, only if she's allowed, Captain." With those words he turned towards James and made a little salute, which James returned.

"Sure, she can," He smiled.

"What do you say, Hayley?"

"Ehm…" I stammered not really sure what to say.

"You should go," the reassuring voice of my best friend said, from where he was standing beside me.

And before I knew it, Sirius had grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me towards the entrance. I looked over my shoulder and realized that Remus wasn't following us.

"Where you're going?" I yelled to him as he turned his back towards us and began walking.

"I have some homework to finish. See you at dinner!" He answered without looking at me.

A voice seemed to scream the same sentence over and over again inside my head: What's wrong with him? He acted so differently from usually, that I couldn't stop wondering whether it was because of me or something else. There was something he wasn't telling me, and it drived me insane.

The weather outside was nice; Sun was shining, sky was blue and the only wind was a light breeze. Even though I knew nothing about quidditch, I guessed that this had to be the ideal weather for it.

Still dragging me along by the arm, Sirius guided us safely to the pitch. James followed a few steps behind.

The quidditch pitch was huge. It was oval-shaped and all around it high stands, containing hundreds of seats, was standing with regular distances between them. At each end of the pitch were also three –what I suspected to be- goal hoops standing.

We walked slowly towards the middle of it where a small crowd had gathered. James quickened up his pace, and joined them before we did.

"Hello everyone!" he greeted them. It was a mix of all ages to be honestly; a few looked like they hadn't even hit puberty yet, and was shorter than me by a head. Others were as huge as doors it seemed and probably also as wide. Even Sirius, who was pretty tall, couldn't compete with any of those.

"Welcome to this year's quidditch try-outs. We'll start with some exercises to see how you're handling the broom. So… grab your brooms. Oh! And if you don't have one than you can use one of the school brooms."

People started shuffling in each direction; either heading for brooms or leaping into the air while on their brooms.

James turned towards us.

"You're ready, Padfoot?" for a fraction of a second his eyes looked at something between Sirius and myself, and as we both turned to stare at the same spot he had, we suddenly blushed furiously (Was it just me or was I constantly blushing when around him?); Sirius still hadn't let go of my arm. He quickly released his grip and followed James without a word.

I felt rather odd as I stood there by myself, and didn't really know where to go. Luckily though, Frank Longbottom suddenly came running towards the boys, two brooms under his one arm. He handed both Sirius as well as James their brooms and they thanked him. Suddenly Sirius looked up and caught my eye. He started pointing towards me, and within seconds Frank was guiding me to one of the high stands.

Once seated, we watched as the players soared through the air, with the exception of James who was shouting orders at them and one of those big blokes whose broom simply wouldn't leave the ground.

"Well, of course it won't fly. It isn't used to elephants sitting on it!" Frank joked from the seat beside me making me laugh.

Frank was a tall guy I guess, though not quite as tall as Sirius, but still taller than James. He had dark blond hair that was cut so short it almost looked completely black, though –of course- not the same tone of black like Siriu- Why did I keep thinking about that guy!

Banning Sirius from my train of thought I turned my focus back on the game, where people had divided up into some smaller teams and the balls were released from their cage. While they started playing, Frank explained me the game; moves, balls, players and pretty much everything else that was relevant to quidditch. He also explained that both James and Sirius were Chasers, which were those who scored by throwing the Quaffle through the goal hoops. And as I watched the players flying through the air on their brooms, I couldn't help but feel a little curious about how it felt like; to be soaring through the air, feeling the wind playing with your hair and the freedom about it all. I had never been flying on a broom before, since we often lived in bigger towns where I would have no possibility of flying at all. My mom had also stated many times earlier through my life that she had never been a good flyer herself, which perhaps also was a reason as to why I had never been taught it.

As the sun slowly started to sink, bathing our surroundings in coppery golden tones, people started heading towards the ground again, demounting from their brooms as they did so. Frank and I left our seats and went down the steps to join the others. While all students left for the castle Sirius and James was in what seemed to be a bit of a heated argument. I shot Frank a questioning look, though he merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Guys?" he asked.

"What?" they both turned sharply on us, eyes narrowed. Though seeing it was us, their expressions softened. Sirius even broke into a grin.

"What did you think?" he asked me.

"It was…" I drew out the answer to annoy him a bit, though it didn't seem to work, his grin actually just widened, "pretty cool."

"Thought so," his eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than they probably should have, and I felt a tingling in the pit of my stomach. Finally turned away from me, he said; "Who's hungry?" to which we all nodded or agreed in some way and left for the castle together.

…

I looked out of the window from my seat on the windowsill, my diary propped in my lap, the pencil bouncing in my grasp (I had always preferred to write with a pen when it came to writing in my diary… Ink and quill just took too long for my taste). It was a nice evening; as nice as the day had been and the stars shone brightly side by side with the growing moon.

I had always written in diaries, ever since I was a little girl, and the worn out, yellow book was like a safe haven for me; everything that had ever gone through my head was written into my diaries and I had a whole collection of those at my grandmothers.

I grabbed the pen a bit firmer and pressed it to the sheet. Slowly words began to appear on it in a bluish ink;

Dear Diary

It's Friday today, and it's also my 11th day at Hogwarts.

I wrote a bit about everyday life, of James and Sirius' mysterious argument, of the wish to fly and much more, before ending it with the words;

It's weird. I never really thought about it earlier, but it's actually quite nice here, and even though potions suck this school still rocks! (See what I just did there?)

I'll go to bed now.

Love

Hayley!

After writing my signature I slowly closed the book and, careful not to wake any of the sleeping girls surrounding me, walked over to my trunk were I hid the book between pairs of socks. Afterwards I lay down in bed, crawled underneath the duvet and closed my eyes with a content sigh, before slowly slipping off into dreamland.

A/N: Hi again! The ending's kinda crappy, but what do you think? Good, Bad; you know, the typical… tell me in a review ;D Well, see ya!

-Marie