The next morning when Harry woke up, he was alone in the room. Downstairs,
he could hear everyone talking and eating. He was about to leave when he
felt a cool sensation on his neck. It was the golden key to the diary.
Instead of going downstairs, he crawled back into bed and picked the diary
up off the floor. With shaking hands, he unlocked it. There was still no
date on top of the page, but Harry didn't care. He began to read it in his
head.
'Dear Diary . . .James Potter has been pestering me for a date. Still. I honestly don't know when that boy is going to get a life. I truly want to be with Remus. He's so smart, witty and charming. But there is something about him that sets him back in life. Oh joy upon joys; James has entered the common room yet again. Brace yourself diary, he is going to nag your ear off,' Lily finished writing in her diary. Behind her, James and Sirius were laughing about some joke they pulled on Snape. James crossed his eyes and puffed his cheeks out, then burst into laugher.
"Did you see his face?" Sirius nodded.
"That was truly classic! To think we got him to do all that stuff, I didn't think it would work." Lily spun around and faced the two boys. Well, almost men.
"You two are seventeen and still get a kick out of picking on poor Snape?" she asked locking up her diary. Sirius nodded and ran up the stairs to the dormitory. James sat on the couch across from Lily.
"Well now Evans, when are you going to go to Hogesmade with me? I know you want to!" James said with a big grin.
"Why I would rather hang myself then spend a perfectly good afternoon with you. Why don't you take Juliet Tanners with you, she likes you." Lily said moving to a chair by the fire. James let out a sigh and got up too.
"But I don't like Juliet, I like you," James said pushing on Lily's nose. Lily angrily brushed his finger away.
"I'm sorry James Potter, I don't feel that way about you. And you know that. For the best seven years you've asked me on a date and each time I've said no. What makes you think that I'll change my mind about you this time? Huh? What makes you think that?" Lily snapped, her eyes glowing. James shrugged sheepishly.
"Well we could still go together. Like, you could pretend you like me. Just once. Please," James got onto his knees and pleaded.
"Oh, I don't know. James, you should honestly move on."
"Lily, Lily, Lily! Please. Make a saps dream come true," he said taking her hand. She looked him in the eye for a moment the nodded.
"Fine. But after this you cant bother me anyone!" she said standing. James rose and was a few inches taller then her.
"I promise I wont," he said, then kissed her on the cheek.
"Ugh," Lily said disgusted as James ran off to the dormitory. When he was gone, she sat at the desk again and unlocked her diary. She furiously scribbled words onto the pages.
'I agreed to go on a date with James Potter. That was probably wasn't a very good idea. Remus might get the idea I actually like James. Imagine me with James Potter. The very thought of it makes me sick diary. Even now I'm regretting even agreeing to make his one dream come true. Boy do I promise to never ever go out with him again. And if I do, James will be sorry because at that point I will hang myself in the bathroom and carve I hate James into my arm. Its getting late diary, I really must be getting to bed before I get sick. I truly feel disgusted," Harry finished reading aloud. He looked around. He was in Ron's bedroom. There was no sign of his mother or father. Had he imagined it? But it was almost as if he was there, years ago. It suddenly struck him. Sirius sent him a diary much like Tom Riddle's, with a few differences. Before he could move to the next entry, Ron and Hermione were at his door.
"Hey, did you open your gift?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded and Ron's face dropped.
"I wanted to see it too. Well come on now, show it here," Ron said spraying the floor with bits of muffin, accidentally of course. Harry shook his head.
"Just some stupid screaming book from someone. Probably Malfoy, its nothing," Harry said shoving the book under his pillow. Hermione advanced on him.
"I didn't hear any screams, let me see what you go."
"It's nothing," Harry snapped. If Hermione read it, would she be sucked back in time? It wasn't like they were her parents. Harry was surprised at how much his mother actually hated his father. He knew that they didn't like each other very much in the beginning but this was pure cold-hearted hate. 'Things will get better,' he thought to himself. Mrs. Weasley came up with a tray of food.
"Ron said you were still in bed so I decided to bring you up some food. Now you two shoo, let Harry eat in peace. It's probably the first good night's sleep he's gotten in a while because of those muggles and whatnot," Mrs. Weasley said pushing Ron and Hermione out of the room. She poured him juice in a glass, and then went to leave.
"Wait, Mrs. Weasley. You knew my parents, right?" Harry asked. Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly and sat on Ron's bed.
"I absolutely adored your mother. She was the prettiest girl in our grade and house, I envied her from afar. Plus James liked her, I can remember lurking around, following James and Sirius. I usually knew most of their schemes. And then one night I met Arthur in the common room. He was going after Lily. We became friends and always talked about those we sought after, and then we realized we were meant to be. We married shortly after school like your parents. Everyone happy together." That wasn't what Harry really wanted to hear.
"Well, did my mom hate my dad? Like a lot?" Mrs. Weasley shook her head.
"That I don't know. Of course after-, well. She soon learned to love him," she answered, and left quickly. Harry took a bite of toast and gazed upon the book.
"Hmm," he hummed to himself. When he finished eating, he returned the tray and plates to Mrs. Weasley. Ron and Hermione were already changed.
"We're going to Diagon Alley," Hermione said counting her money.
"Good. I need to pick up a few things," Harry said going back to his room to change. He saw the book lying down on the bed and he picked it up. "Better safe then sorry," he said shoving it at the bottom of his trunk.
When they returned from Diagon Alley, Harry had forgotten all about the diary. In fact, the rest of the summer went by and Harry didn't open the diary again once. It probably would have stayed at the bottom of his Hogwarts trunks for years on end before he ever found it again. Thankfully while playing a game of hide his glasses, Ginny hide Harry's glasses at the bottom of his trunk the last day of summer. Once he gave up she told him where he could find his prize. Ron and Hermione were just getting their things in the car, ready for the day awaiting them. Harry reached down and felt the velvet. He slowly pulled it up and looked at it.
"Harry, come on!" Hermione yelled to him. He put the book in his smaller trunk that he would take on the train. He locked up the big trunk and dragged it out to the car where Ron and Hermione were. They helped lift the trunk into the trunk.
"Sixth year starts tomorrow," Hermione said staring at the trunks.
"Yea. Everything will be different," Ron said. Harry shook his head.
"Doubtful. Very doubtful," he said going back into the house. Ron shut the trunk and Hermione followed Harry into the house.
"You never did show me that book of yours," she said clinging to his arm. Ron plopped himself in a chair and turned on the TV.
"Come on then," Harry said taking Hermione by the arm. She sat on Ron's bed and looked around while Harry got the book out of his trunk. He sat next to her and pulled the string with the key on it off his neck and opened the book. Hermione read the cover.
"Your mother's diary?" she asked confused. Harry nodded and turned the page.
"Here. Start reading from here." Harry sat through the whole scene again. He could feel Hermione next to him, but he couldn't take his eyes off the scene, no matter what he did. Soon enough he was back in Ron's room. Hermione dropped the book and looked at Harry with a horror struck face.
"Harry . . .who sent you this?" she asked concerned. Harry searched for the note, but remembered it burned up.
"Um . . .Sirius." he said. Hermione gave him a stern look.
"Come on now, who really sent it?" Harry knew he shouldn't have told her that.
"OH Hermione, PLEASE! Does it really matter who sent it?" Harry asked, knowing it did to Hermione, the great.
"Of course it does," she said. Ron walked in the room.
"What's going on?" he asked. Hermione kicked the book under the bed Harry slept on.
"Just talking about next year," Hermione lied. Harry nodded. Ron sat on the bed too.
"Oh, I simply cannot wait!" he said with a smile. Harry and Hermione gave each other a look. They just had to tell him.
'Dear Diary . . .James Potter has been pestering me for a date. Still. I honestly don't know when that boy is going to get a life. I truly want to be with Remus. He's so smart, witty and charming. But there is something about him that sets him back in life. Oh joy upon joys; James has entered the common room yet again. Brace yourself diary, he is going to nag your ear off,' Lily finished writing in her diary. Behind her, James and Sirius were laughing about some joke they pulled on Snape. James crossed his eyes and puffed his cheeks out, then burst into laugher.
"Did you see his face?" Sirius nodded.
"That was truly classic! To think we got him to do all that stuff, I didn't think it would work." Lily spun around and faced the two boys. Well, almost men.
"You two are seventeen and still get a kick out of picking on poor Snape?" she asked locking up her diary. Sirius nodded and ran up the stairs to the dormitory. James sat on the couch across from Lily.
"Well now Evans, when are you going to go to Hogesmade with me? I know you want to!" James said with a big grin.
"Why I would rather hang myself then spend a perfectly good afternoon with you. Why don't you take Juliet Tanners with you, she likes you." Lily said moving to a chair by the fire. James let out a sigh and got up too.
"But I don't like Juliet, I like you," James said pushing on Lily's nose. Lily angrily brushed his finger away.
"I'm sorry James Potter, I don't feel that way about you. And you know that. For the best seven years you've asked me on a date and each time I've said no. What makes you think that I'll change my mind about you this time? Huh? What makes you think that?" Lily snapped, her eyes glowing. James shrugged sheepishly.
"Well we could still go together. Like, you could pretend you like me. Just once. Please," James got onto his knees and pleaded.
"Oh, I don't know. James, you should honestly move on."
"Lily, Lily, Lily! Please. Make a saps dream come true," he said taking her hand. She looked him in the eye for a moment the nodded.
"Fine. But after this you cant bother me anyone!" she said standing. James rose and was a few inches taller then her.
"I promise I wont," he said, then kissed her on the cheek.
"Ugh," Lily said disgusted as James ran off to the dormitory. When he was gone, she sat at the desk again and unlocked her diary. She furiously scribbled words onto the pages.
'I agreed to go on a date with James Potter. That was probably wasn't a very good idea. Remus might get the idea I actually like James. Imagine me with James Potter. The very thought of it makes me sick diary. Even now I'm regretting even agreeing to make his one dream come true. Boy do I promise to never ever go out with him again. And if I do, James will be sorry because at that point I will hang myself in the bathroom and carve I hate James into my arm. Its getting late diary, I really must be getting to bed before I get sick. I truly feel disgusted," Harry finished reading aloud. He looked around. He was in Ron's bedroom. There was no sign of his mother or father. Had he imagined it? But it was almost as if he was there, years ago. It suddenly struck him. Sirius sent him a diary much like Tom Riddle's, with a few differences. Before he could move to the next entry, Ron and Hermione were at his door.
"Hey, did you open your gift?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded and Ron's face dropped.
"I wanted to see it too. Well come on now, show it here," Ron said spraying the floor with bits of muffin, accidentally of course. Harry shook his head.
"Just some stupid screaming book from someone. Probably Malfoy, its nothing," Harry said shoving the book under his pillow. Hermione advanced on him.
"I didn't hear any screams, let me see what you go."
"It's nothing," Harry snapped. If Hermione read it, would she be sucked back in time? It wasn't like they were her parents. Harry was surprised at how much his mother actually hated his father. He knew that they didn't like each other very much in the beginning but this was pure cold-hearted hate. 'Things will get better,' he thought to himself. Mrs. Weasley came up with a tray of food.
"Ron said you were still in bed so I decided to bring you up some food. Now you two shoo, let Harry eat in peace. It's probably the first good night's sleep he's gotten in a while because of those muggles and whatnot," Mrs. Weasley said pushing Ron and Hermione out of the room. She poured him juice in a glass, and then went to leave.
"Wait, Mrs. Weasley. You knew my parents, right?" Harry asked. Mrs. Weasley smiled warmly and sat on Ron's bed.
"I absolutely adored your mother. She was the prettiest girl in our grade and house, I envied her from afar. Plus James liked her, I can remember lurking around, following James and Sirius. I usually knew most of their schemes. And then one night I met Arthur in the common room. He was going after Lily. We became friends and always talked about those we sought after, and then we realized we were meant to be. We married shortly after school like your parents. Everyone happy together." That wasn't what Harry really wanted to hear.
"Well, did my mom hate my dad? Like a lot?" Mrs. Weasley shook her head.
"That I don't know. Of course after-, well. She soon learned to love him," she answered, and left quickly. Harry took a bite of toast and gazed upon the book.
"Hmm," he hummed to himself. When he finished eating, he returned the tray and plates to Mrs. Weasley. Ron and Hermione were already changed.
"We're going to Diagon Alley," Hermione said counting her money.
"Good. I need to pick up a few things," Harry said going back to his room to change. He saw the book lying down on the bed and he picked it up. "Better safe then sorry," he said shoving it at the bottom of his trunk.
When they returned from Diagon Alley, Harry had forgotten all about the diary. In fact, the rest of the summer went by and Harry didn't open the diary again once. It probably would have stayed at the bottom of his Hogwarts trunks for years on end before he ever found it again. Thankfully while playing a game of hide his glasses, Ginny hide Harry's glasses at the bottom of his trunk the last day of summer. Once he gave up she told him where he could find his prize. Ron and Hermione were just getting their things in the car, ready for the day awaiting them. Harry reached down and felt the velvet. He slowly pulled it up and looked at it.
"Harry, come on!" Hermione yelled to him. He put the book in his smaller trunk that he would take on the train. He locked up the big trunk and dragged it out to the car where Ron and Hermione were. They helped lift the trunk into the trunk.
"Sixth year starts tomorrow," Hermione said staring at the trunks.
"Yea. Everything will be different," Ron said. Harry shook his head.
"Doubtful. Very doubtful," he said going back into the house. Ron shut the trunk and Hermione followed Harry into the house.
"You never did show me that book of yours," she said clinging to his arm. Ron plopped himself in a chair and turned on the TV.
"Come on then," Harry said taking Hermione by the arm. She sat on Ron's bed and looked around while Harry got the book out of his trunk. He sat next to her and pulled the string with the key on it off his neck and opened the book. Hermione read the cover.
"Your mother's diary?" she asked confused. Harry nodded and turned the page.
"Here. Start reading from here." Harry sat through the whole scene again. He could feel Hermione next to him, but he couldn't take his eyes off the scene, no matter what he did. Soon enough he was back in Ron's room. Hermione dropped the book and looked at Harry with a horror struck face.
"Harry . . .who sent you this?" she asked concerned. Harry searched for the note, but remembered it burned up.
"Um . . .Sirius." he said. Hermione gave him a stern look.
"Come on now, who really sent it?" Harry knew he shouldn't have told her that.
"OH Hermione, PLEASE! Does it really matter who sent it?" Harry asked, knowing it did to Hermione, the great.
"Of course it does," she said. Ron walked in the room.
"What's going on?" he asked. Hermione kicked the book under the bed Harry slept on.
"Just talking about next year," Hermione lied. Harry nodded. Ron sat on the bed too.
"Oh, I simply cannot wait!" he said with a smile. Harry and Hermione gave each other a look. They just had to tell him.