Disclaimer: Anything that J.K. owns is NOT mine. Neither is the tune for my song, I stole it from an Allen's ad.

Hey readers,

As I said last week, the best reviewer gets a character there is still time to get yours in now. I won't be deciding till about chapter six and the character will appear in chapter seven. It's only chapter four! Anyway, it was full moon about two days ago and I wrote a little song for Remus.

I love my Reemybear (do-do do do)

He makes my heart go giddy-up (ba-dum bum bum)

He is as sweet as candy (do-do do doo)

At full moon he is scary... (Whoa-oooo-ooo)

I LOVE MY REEMYBEAR!

There, that's it. I don't think I'll be writing lyrics when I grow up. I suck. If anybody has any other songs they wrote about Remus, send them to me! Moving on...

This chapter is dedicated to SharkiesGirl for best review. You rock!

ICE COLD!

Wednesday 15th

My bed 6.40 am

Woke up from a bad dream.

I just woke up from a bad dream. Want me to tell you? Too bad, I am.

I dreamt that I made that potion and it all went wrong. Instead of being handsome (hot) he was covered in flames. Instead of being good at Quiddich, his head bounced around like a bludger and he ran toward randoms. Instead of being sensitive (bunnies), he had rabbit ears. Instead of being romantic, his hands were roses. Everything went wrong. He was a blue-flaming, bludger-bouncing, lemon skin-wearing, silk-haired, book-footed, wider-than-tall, shield-shaped pig that ran after me and left a trail of sweat wherever he went. Not the perfect boyfriend, thank you very much.

I am definitely asking Potter to help me with this one.

Well, I better go get dressed. School today. Great. Oh well, I actually enjoyed Valentines Day for once. Although, I did spend a lot of time with Potter. But, I guess that is okay in a way. He might actually help me.

Wednesday 15th

Potter's Room 7.00 am

NOT going to class today, nobody can make me do it. Nobody!

I stood up after I finished writing in my diary and walked over to the mirror. What I saw was not what I expected. My face was a creator mine with spots. Potter must have done something.

"POTTER!" I screamed and stormed into his room.

He was lying on the floor with his bed sheets thrown all over the place. He must be a tosser. I used to be one of those. His black hair was all over the place and he looked drunk.

"POTTER!" I screamed again.

He turned onto his tummy and muttered something that sounded like, "Five more minutes, Sirius." I walked over to him and ripped the sheets off him. He slowly opened one eye but closed it when he saw me. "Not now, Evans."

"POTTER!" My voice was going rather hoarse.

He sat up and yawned. "What?"

"YOU DID THIS TO ME, DIDN'T YOU?" I asked, pointing to my face. He looked up at me and pretended to be scared.

"You have rabies!" he yelled childishly at me.

"I do not. What spell did you use?"

"Nothing, Evans. Go back to bed." He tried to get back on his bed but failed and ended up on the floor. "What time is it?"

"Six forty. Don't lie to me. I know you did it."

"I didn't. You got that from being too jealous."

It seemed like a reasonable answer but I wouldn't believe it at the time. Who was he to tell me how I got it? I still think he did it. He is just jealous that I thought of a way to get attention without going to desperate measures before him. Well, at least I don't think creating a boyfriend is going to desperate measures, is it? I sat on the floor next to him for a few minutes. I thought he had fallen asleep but he hadn't.

"Some thing else is bothering you, isn't there?"

How did he know?

"I had a nightmare."

"Aw, poor Lilykins had a bad dream. Does she need a hug?" He reached his arms up to give me a hug but I dodged them.

"I need your help," I pleaded.

He laid back down and tried to go to sleep again, on the floor. "What with?" he muttered.

"That thing I told you about."

"When?"

"Last night."

"About what?"

"The potion."

"What potion?"

"The one in my plan."

"What plan?"

He sure knows how to get me annoyed.

"The one with the potion. You know..."

"No. I don't."

"The one where I create a boyfriend to get back at my friends plan!" I yelled it so loud I bet my whole plan is foiled. Even the Slytherins could have heard me. It's all Potter's fault. "Look what you made me do, Potter!" I hissed. He didn't say anything. He was asleep.

I walked back to my room through the bathroom and sat on my bed. Nobody will make me go to school today. Nobody. I walked back into his room to ask one more thing...

Wednesday 15th

Bathroom 8.00 am

With Potter (not like that, you freaks)

There is no need to worry about me not going to school. Potter is skiving off with me. Everybody trusts Heads, right? Even if they don't, who would suspect something about two Heads being sick on the same day? Okay, maybe because Potter is one.

"Will this do?"

Oh, Potter is going to help me make it today so I can have him ready by the weekend. He has just suggested the bath as our cauldron. It is one of those olden style ones that can be lifted off the ground. That'll be good when we need to put the flames under it. Today we are going to collect the ingredients. Hopefully we will have them all by dinner when Scarlet's mother comes. Gulp.

"Yeah, that'll be great." He smiled. It's infectious. Now I am smiling and writing.

"Let's go get those ingredients."

This'll be fun!

Wednesday 14th

Head Common Room 2.00 pm

Having Lunch with Potter

Okay. We have some of the ingredients. Here is a recap of what has happened up until now...

We both had a shower (separate) and got dressed into suitable 'gathering' clothes. It was really just a pair of tight jeans (loose in James' case, thank goodness) and a white shirt. I grabbed my wand and shoved it in my jacket pocket. I've heard of witches and wizards who have had buttocks removed by putting wands in back pockets. I'd rather keep my butt whole, thank you very much.

"Ready, Potter?"

He was standing outside our rooms with some helpful Marauder tools. His invisibility cloak, the Marauders map (both of which I have found out about in the last couple of months) and his wand. He nodded and we both walked down to the Portrait Hole. I pulled out my list of characteristics and we climbed out into the corridor.

"What are we getting first?"

I looked at my list.

3 Fairy Eggs – Available at Hogsmeade.

1 Daisy – Hogwarts Lawn.

½ Mandrake leaf – Greenhouse 3.

4 Spiders, alive – I hate spiders. Maybe I can get some innocent first year to do it. I'll have to see about that.

18 Scarab Beetles – Hogsmeade.

2 ounces of fresh spring water – It can be bottled, right? Jenna only drinks water. She is bound to have some bottled spring water somewhere.

Sweat from desired gender – Ew. Quiddich practice?

Place one drop of your choice of eye colour of a piece of silk – Silk from Tasha's wardrobe (she doesn't need all those skirts) and ink from Remus' stash.

One hair of your choice – "Excuse me, can I pluck out your hair?" If it doesn't work, I'll steal some.

1 drop of lemon juice - lightest; 8 drops – darkest – Kitchens. Dah.

Hotness – I'll put a picture of a flame in.

Sensitivity – Bunnies! I'll borrow one from Hagrid.

Protective – Third floor corridor has an old shield lying around.

Height – I'll measure out some rope.

Romantic – A red rose and a love poem. Note: Amy has some lying around.

Quiddich skills – I don't have a spare broom, but I'm sure somebody will.

Smart – An old book.

Enthusiastic – Sugar!

Intellectual – Glasses from creepy Lockhart kid.

Loving – A love heart.

Popular – Would a clipping of a famous singer work?

Charming – The One-liner book I gave Tyler as a joke in second year. He doesn't use it. Does he?

Adorable – A puppy! Maybe not. I can't get my hands on one of those. Maybe a picture of one?

Must only show affection to one girl – I have no idea. A picture of me, maybe?

Yep. That's the right list.

"Lemon juice."

"We can get that during lunch."

"Okay, err, a daisy?"

"A daisy? What kind of potion is that?" I handed him the list. I saw his eyes skim over it and then he shrugged. "Obviously one for the desperate." I punched him.

We walked over to the staircase. Nobody was in sight. If we didn't want to get caught, we would have to be sneaky. Potter threw the silky invisibility cloak over us and we slowly walked down the stairs. We were almost past the Great Hall when the doors banged open. Tasha stormed out with her face red. I held my breath until she past. She was in a fiery mood.

"Do you reckon that is Sirius' fault?" I asked Potter.

"I wouldn't put it past him."

We finally made it out into the grounds and Potter took the cloak off us.

"Where are the daisies?" I asked.

"Over by the hills."

I barely ever go over to the hills. It is just a bare load of grass on a slope. Last time I went, anyway. But when we got there, I was surprised. All the grass was covered in bright, yellow daisies. It was like in those dreams you have where you run through fields. I hardly ever have those kinds of dreams, though.

"Wow!" I whispered. Potter grinned at me.

He bent down, scooped up a handful and handed them to me. I went red. I have no idea why, though. Maybe it's because that was the nicest thing anybody had done for me in a while. Anyway, we slowly walked back over to the doors and threw the cloak back over ourselves. Nobody was inside; I guess the bell had rung.

Potter pulled out my list and had another look at it. He was muttering things to himself, "one liner...bunnies...flame...FAIRY EGGS!"

He startled me so much I fell over, dragging him and the invisibility cloak with me. How embarrassing. We let out a snort of laughter and he pulled himself up.

"Watch it next time, Evans," he said, jokingly.

"Yeah? Well... nergh." I poked my tongue out while he pulled me up. I'm so immature.

"We'll go to Hogsmeade for those," he said, referring to the fairy eggs. "Maybe we can find some other things while we are at it."

I nodded and followed him up. He had the cloak wrapped up under his arm. I walked a step behind him until I realised we were in a corridor.

"Err...Potter? I don't know about you, but this doesn't really look like Hogsmeade to me."

"I know. This is a secret passageway to Hogsmeade."

He tapped a statue and it moved away to reveal a dark hole. I gently put the daisies in my pocket and gave him a weary look.

"You want us to go in there?" I pointed at the blackness.

He nodded, grabbed my hand and pulled me down into the passageway. He led me though it for what felt like a long time. When we reached the end, he threw the invisibility cloak over us again and whispered a spell to turn his lumossed wand off. I was about to ask him what he was doing but he was already pushing away a panel in the roof.

"This way."

"Up there?" I yelled.

He snapped a hand over my mouth and put his finger up to his lips. "Shhhh! Above us is Honeyjukes cellar. Now I'm going to check if anybody is there. You be quiet, you hear?"

I nodded. What else was I supposed to do? He lifted the panel up again and peeked around. The coast was clear. He walked out, pulling me behind him. We walked up a set of stairs, through the crowded shop and into the busy street. I was wishing that nobody would recognise us.

"What are we getting first?" he asked.

"Err...fairy eggs?"

"Right."

He led me down a street to a potion shop. It was a bit dark and dusty. An old man was sitting behind the counter, whistling to himself. Potter walked straight up to him and requested the ingredient. The man gave him a smile and handed over a little bag from behind the counter.

"One gallon."

Oops. I had forgotten my money. Potter pulled out his wallet and paid for them. I gave him a grateful smile and we walked out of the shop.

"Thanks."

"No problem. What do we need now?"

I handed him the list and watched him scan it again. I stood back and prepared myself in case he startled me again. Luckily he didn't and we kept walking. We got a few more things: an old book, a stuffed toy of a dog, scarab beetles, rope and a butterbeer. The last one wasn't necessary but I was thirsty.

"Would you like some lunch, Evans?" Potter asked politely as we walked up the secret passageway again.

"Yeah, I'm starving."

Potter checked his map in case anybody was coming and we snuck up to the corridor. We decided it was best to eat in the kitchens so that our story about being sick would be plausible. When we got there, we found Tasha crying in a corner. Without thinking, I walked over to her.

"Tasha, what's wrong?"

She looked up, startled. "Oh...nothing."

I turned to see where Potter had gotten to but all I saw was a floating cake. Typical.

"Satan's thong it's nothing."

"Lily?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you always make a mention of evil underwear?" Damn, Tasha is good. At least it cheered her up a bit.

"No reason."

"What are you doing down here? And where have you been?"

"I've been sick. I was getting a bit hungry so I though I would come to grab something to eat."

"Why do you have daisies in your pocket?"

I had to think hard. "They are for...Potter. Who is...also sick?"

She didn't notice my uncertainty. "Oh."

"What are you doing down here?"

"I'd rather not talk about it, Lils. You may ask Amy if you want."

I didn't press her any further. But I don't know why she said Amy's name like it is a bad thing. I walked out of the kitchens, grabbing a lot of food from the house elves on the way. I met Potter outside the corridor and we walked back to the Head Dorms.

And that is where we are now.

"What else do you want to get today, Evans?"

"Right...umm. Lemon juice, sugar, silk...Actually, everything?"

"I already have the lemon and sugar from the kitchens. So, I'll write a list of where we can get the other things while you finish up in your diary."

Okay.

What a lovely thing to do.

And...stop! There we go, a new chapter. 8 pages of writing in Ariel size 12. Wait, the end of that sentence moved me on to 9 pages. Cool. 2652 Words. Who is very (very, very, very) lucky? I am!

Thanks to my reviewers. You guys are the bombdiggity! Okay, too many teen movies. Thanks to all my lovely helperouteras. I love you guys!

RG