Diary of a Toerag
Disclaimer: I don't own the Marauders, Hogwarts, Lily Evans, or any other thing/person/place you recognize.
I'm really really REALLY sorry this is so late.
A/N: I'm glowing. Well not literally, I'm just happy. I GOT REVIEWS. YAY!!! Thank you so much to my precious three reviewers, and those who added me to their alert list. If you need me, I'll be floating away, far away…
Chapter 4
Date:26 January
Place : Hell
Time:13:?? pm (after lunch. Well, after EVERYONE ELSE'S lunch.)
Lily gave my diary back just as lunch started. And the hollow pit in my stomach hasn't gone away. I'm pretty sure I'll never be able to eat ever again.
I'm going to kill Padfoot. Wring his neck and mess up his pretty hair and bury him in a dress.
A pink one.
With lots of frills.
In another country.
Far away.
Where I won't have face Evans ever again.
Then I'll change my name and become a Muggle.
In another country.
Very far away.
Oh Merlin this is SOO bad.
Date:26 January
Place : A little colder than hell, also known as the Quidditch pitch
Time:After practice.
Okay so I thought about it and… I won't kill Sirius… he's a good Quidditch player, and I can't afford to lose him.
Well the team can't. I on the other hand believe that friends are expendable.
No I don't.
Otherwise I'll be no better that Voldemort.
Now there is someone I want to punch for ruining my life. I was supposed to have a Quidditch career and play for Puddlemere. But no, Mister-I- want-to-kill-all-Muggleborns-and-purify-the-wizarding-race, had to come along and spoil everything.
But, as a Potter, I shall prevail.
Sirius and I have decided to become Aurors. Remus says we should become Unspeakables, or do work in experimental stuff.
Eh I dunno. Auror sounds more… rewarding? No.
I really want to make a difference. I guess to have a purpose, not just to plod along while the war is going on.
And kicking Death Eater arse wouldn't hurt a bit.
Well not me anyway.
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Date:29 January
Place: Transfiguration classroom, First Floor, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Time:Transfiguration Period
Hello Diary
Lily here. You wouldn't perhaps know why you were shoved unceremoniously into my hands just as Transfiguration was starting, causing me to ignore Professor McGonagall in order to add an entry?
No?
Me neither.
Hmm. Potter as an Auror. Somehow that actually suits him. Or professional Quidditch. He'd look so goo-
Never mind.
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Date:29 January
Place: Great Hall
Time:Lunch Time. Yes!!!
Hello diary!
Isn't lunch wonderful! Yes it is!
The sky is blue and sun is shining and the birds are singing and life is beautiful!
Prongs you are an idiot.
Why, my bestest friend in the whole wide world?
Because it's cloudy. And snowing. And absolutely freezing. And the birds aren't singing, they're giving the last screeches as they pass on from this world to the next. BECAUSE IT'S COLD!!
Calm down Paddy-
***splatter***
***smudge***
Date:29 January
Place: Great Hall
Time:Lunch (still)
Dear Prongs (and Evan's) Diary
This is the handsome and very sexy Padfoot – who does not like to be called Paddy(I'm not Irish) – telling you that I shall no longer join Prongsie as an Auror because I have decided to grace the world with my sexy presence and become a model for Twillfit and Tattings, wizarding wear of note.
Mr Moony would like to point out that Mr Padfoot will loose his erm, hair if he does not stop writing in Mr Prongs' diary.
Mr Padfoot would like to ask Mr Moony why he is writing in Mr Prongs' diary? And why Mr. Moony does not think that he (Mr Moony) will also lose his erm, hair?
Mr Moony would point out to Mr Prongs that he was attempting to stop Mr Padfoot.
Mr Prongs would like to tell both of his friends to sod off and stay out of his diary!!
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A/N: ahh... erm... well it's been a year since I've updated. I'm really, really sorry. So flames are welcome...and nice words of encouragement too:) i'm sorry that it's soooo short. i decided to update with what I had already written...so here it is