So, this chapter is a little confusing. To clear it up: James's POV is the three days before Addie's birthday, and Addie's POV is her actual birthday. So there's a timelapse of three days.

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James' POV

It would be Addie's birthday in three days.

Of course, I already bought her a present. It was just the fact that her birthday was one day before Mom's winter bash. Which was a little troubling, but I think that it would be just fine.

So her birthday would be in three days.

Hmmm...

Addie's POV

I stood up and stretched. It was about six o' clock in the morning.

Why had I woken up so early?

Then I remembered.

IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY!

I screamed.

Immediately, pounding footstep started. James appeared in the doorway. "I thought I heard someone scream!" he said. "What happened?"

"IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" I yelled.

James rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at my face. "Go back to sleep," he said and disappeared.

Well then!

And here I thought we were friends!

But I couldn't sleep, so I went and read in the large, spacious living room. The well-worn diary was in my hands, and the story behind it was truly unforgettable.

The girl, unknown, was mourning after the boy. So she just dated other people and was swept up into the higher society. But she never had much fun, and eventually just dated one guy who was very violent towards her.

And in the end, her sister cheated on the guy and the girl got the guy, but then the guy died, and the last entry was this:

Dear Diary:

This is my last entry.

Not that this hasn't run out of pages or anything. It's actually held up pretty well. But this is my last entry.

Because, without him, I am nothing, and I'd like to think that it would be the same vice versa. My sister has been concerned about me, but all I do is swear at her. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" I yell, because it's true. If she hadn't gone to that bar and met that Death Eater (accidentally, without the mask) and told him about Tim, none of this would have happened.

The sun seems dimmer, and my ears feel clogged up.

So that's it.

I'm going to kill myself.

It's just going to be a simple, 'Avada Kedavra'. No pain. If he's not here, then I don't know what I will do.

So I'm going back to Hogwarts to hide you, and then I'll kill myself.

It's been amazing having you here. I'm so sorry.

And if some child finds this diary, even though it's hidden so well in the Gryffindor Dorm, it only can be found by the worthy.

So this is the end.

Goodbye.

And then there was a small kiss mark from ancient lipstick. By that time, tears were just streaming down my face and I was blotting it with my pajama sleeve. It was still early, but I knew that people would be coming down soon, so I went upstairs and rifled through my clothes.

At the very bottom of the trunk, there was a packet that I was sure had not been there before. On it was a note.

Dear Grand-Niece,

I enchanted this to appear on your seventeenth birthday. May it make you look lovely. It belonged to your mother, and there are some other things in there that belonged to her too.

-Your Great-Aunt

It was her handwriting, so I took out the package and opened it. In it was a light, summery blue halter-top dress with a few pale pink roses embroidered on it. I gasped. Underneath the dress, (which was so fine that it almost felt like tissue paper) there was a dark sapphire necklace with gold. Thin and elegant, it was a web of fine golden strands with sparkling gems woven in. And then ballet flats the color of the sky. There was even a worn ribbon the color of my eyes.

I pressed the dress to my nose. It smelled of musty-sweet old perfume, and was fine, and well-worn soft, but extremely clean.

So I put it on. It hugged my every curve, and the two milky pearl buttons fastening the top of the dress in the back were smooth against my fingertips. My thick black hair, I tied back with the ribbon easily, and slid some bobby-pins on. The necklace I put on too, and the ballet flats. With a dash of lipgloss, some mascara, I was good to go.

I slid the book under my pillow and went downstairs.

James' POV

I was downstairs when Addie appeared in the living room door.

Needless to say, my jaw felt like it was going to hit the floor.

Because, she was seriously amazing today. Her outfit was all blue, and there was a necklace on her neck that I'd never seen before. Her eyes were large and blue, and her hands shaking nervously, because I knew her, and knew that when her hands shook, she was nervous.

I crossed the room and hugged my friend. "Happy Birthday," I said. "You look marvelous."

A blush spread across her cheeks. "Thanks," she said. "It was a gift from my great-aunt that appeared in my trunk."

"Cool," I said. "Grandmum has some special food for the birthday girl."

After a long second of awkwardness, Addie took my hand and led me to the kitchen, jabbering all the way.

Would it be manly to say that I nearly fainted?

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