Jen's Diary

by That Elusive Reader

AU. "My name is Jenica Haley Hailyana Potter. I am eleven years old. I have a twin brother whose name is James Harold Potter. This is going to be my journal of memories." Jenica Potter has always been special, even more so than she could imagine. She knows things, things she shouldn't know, things that aren't going to happen for years. What will these visions drive her to do?

4. They Are Coming

September 4, 1972

I've written in under a week! Congratulate me! It's a great thing! Anyway.

Today in Potions we were working on some stupid potion (I didn't finish, I'll have to ask Lily what it was later), when all of the sudden Black decided to "accidentally" make my wand roll into the potion. I told old Sluggie on him, but all he got was detention. And only one at that! And I'm stuck with a deformed wand!

Remind me to kill Sirius Black.

Jen

X

"I remember that!" cried James before continuing.

X

September 5, 1972

I got up this morning to Lily yelling in my ear about some stupid thing.

"TRY OUTS!" yelled Emma, jumping onto my bed. "TRY OUTS ARE TODAY!"

I groaned and got up. "You didn't have to jump on the bloody bed did you?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. "Get off!" I cried, pushing the annoying Asian off my bed. Lina giggled.

"Jenica's a potty mouth!" she laughed and skipped out of the room. I crossed my arms and huffed.

"I'm not moving!" I cried.

"Oh yes you are!" yelled Lily, pulling on my arms.

"NO! I'M NOT!" I yelled, rolling away from her and onto the floor. Emma rolled her eyes and said, "Is this about Sirius?"

"No," I said a bit too quickly.

Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed her books of her bed. "Be at the breakfast table in ten minutes or you're going to be the next target." She then promptly marched out of the room acting like some kind of minister.

"Ooo! Look at me!" I cried, standing up and striking my best "sexy" pose. "I'm the queen of the world!" I then walked around in a circle demonstrating my best Lily impersonation. Emma burst out laughing. She tugged her bag onto her shoulder, still smiling.

"Just be there, okay?" she grinned. "I don't really want to see Lily's ideas."

"Fine," I grumbled.

I'm writing this in the ten minutes that Lily gave me. Got to go await my fate. See ya, hopefully. Later.

LATER:

That went well. Lily told me off for waking up late. It wasn't my fault the nightmares came again last night. They always come at night. Always. Then they haunt me the rest of the day until another comes.

They're horrible, the dreams. I always see dark things. Things that are unclear.

This is the one from last night, the one that freaked me out.

I was sitting in a kitchen. It was yellow. And Lily was in the room, cooking.

"Sweets," she called. "I've got dinner. Can you get Harry for me?"

"Sure!" yelled a voice from somewhere in the house. I watched as an older James came in carrying a young boy.

"Harry!" squealed Lily, dropping her spoon. "Mummy's got you out of Daddy's hands!"

And that's only one of them. One of the better ones. Sometimes they aren't so good. Most of the time they're horrible. Honestly.

One time I saw Dumbledore, but he was older, and he was falling off the astronomy tower.

And one time I saw McGonagall dancing with a red-headed boy she called Ronald Weasley.

And then there is that boy, Harry. He always seems to be in my dreams.

Argh, Sirius is coming my way. I've got to hide.

Jen

X

James looked at Lily. Lily looked at James.

"Harry," they whispered.

"That explains…" trailed off Lily. "How she knew everything…"

"Jen…why didn't you tell me!" cried James. "She could've saved me a whole lot of trouble with you! I wouldn't have had to chase you for six years!" Lily giggled.

"Shut it James. My turn," she said, and took the book.

X

September8, 1972

I got Beater. With Black. Emma, Lina, and James got Chaser. Why am I not surprised?

The dreams have continued. They got worse too. Yesterday I saw them die again. I also saw more of Harry.

Apparently he is friends with a Muggleborn by the name of Hermione Granger and a Ronald Weasley. From what I've seen Harry is a perfectly happy boy, except he doesn't have parents. I don't get it. Lily and James would never give him up. Not if they are the same people I know. Unless they died, unless the dream where they die is true. But if they didn't die, he wouldn't be alone. They wouldn't do that.

This is troubling me.

Jen

LATER:

I just had a dream. It's about 1 in the morning, but this can't wait.

I saw Lily and James get killed by Voldemort.

How could this happen?

Jen

X

September 11, 1972

It's becoming a common reoccurrence. I've almost gotten over it.

James and Lily will die by Voldemort's hand. He will kill them.

And then there is their son Harry. From what I've seen in the past few nights, he's an okay guy. He looks exactly like James. And he has a sister who looks exactly like me, sometimes. And his crush looks exactly like Lily.

I can't shake the feeling of dejavu.

This can't be happening.

But sometimes, she, the girl who looks like me, isn't there. It's like there are two memories, one of just Harry and one where the girl exists. It doesn't make sense. The ones with just Harry come more often, and are stronger it seems.

Jen

X

September 12, 1972

I've got to get this out of my head.

Gryffindor is going to beat Slytherin in the match on Saturday.

And Harry, Lily and James's little boy is going to die.

But that's always where it goes fuzzy. Where things go double. There are two pathways, one where Harry survives and one where he dies. The world is at an axis.

Lily is always the last one to die. She must be the axis. She must be the one who decides the fate of the wizarding world.

Why did this happen to them?

Jen

X

September 15, 1972

It happened again.

I have to remember to put a silencing charm around my bed so I don't wake up the others.

I woke Lily up by screaming her name. She told me I was screaming, "NOT LILY! NO! KILL ME INSTEAD!"

Not exactly someone can walk away from without giving answers, and believe me, she wanted them.

The dream was them dying again, but this time there was another one, a girl. From what I've seen from my baby pictures, that girl looked exactly like me.

As much as I want these dreams to stop, I don't. I like seeing my nephew and niece. Or whoever they are

And Lily and James together.

Jen

X

"We don't have a daughter," muttered Lily. "I'm not…I haven't...I wasn't…"

"I believe you Lily. And anyway, you can't have cheated and come up with a little girl because Jen said she looked like her, meaning she looked like me and Harry," James said, turning the page and looking at the next date.

"September 20, 1972," muttered Lily.

A/N: Purple Bullet, you didn't have to wait long. I still don't own Harry Potter, but I DO OWN JENICA HAYLEY HAILYANA POTTER (and I may or may not have spelled her name right...)