"No one can be in the compartment with us if we are going to do this,"
Harry said to Hermione. Hermione nodded and bewitched the door to be
locked. They locked Ron out and tested it. It was perfect. Hermione also
bewitched the compartment to go dim and smell of cornbread and muffins.
"I'm getting hungry," Ron complained. Hermione hushed him and urged Harry to take out the diary. He sighed and pulled it out of his small trunk and slipped the pink covered diary out of a red velvet bag he made with all his velvet birthday ribbons. Harry looked at the diary. Around his neck, he pulled out the key and unlocked the diary.
"What is that?" Ron asked, but Hermione elbowed him hard in the stomach to shut up. Harry opened the page and skipped the first entry and moved to the second full-paged one. He took a deep breath.
"Today is the day I agreed to go on a date with James Potter. I have been dreading this all day and all week. What if he tries to kiss me or touch me or make a move on me! I don't think he's ever kissed a girl that one, I mean he hasn't dated anyone all these years of school. James says he will pick something out for me to wear; I have to be in his dormitory in ten minutes with half my wardrobe. I don't see what the big deal is; he is just going to be picking out one of my cloaks. Well I guess I can't write anymore, I have to pick out my best cloaks to bring to James. Oh you don't know how much I'm dreading this." Lily locked her diary and moved over to her trunk. She picked out her seven best cloaks. Her deep purple, light purple, midnight blue, emerald, ruby, black, and pale yellow cloaks to be exact. She gathered them in her hands and walked down the stairs then up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. James was already there, sitting in a chair facing the door. He smiled when he saw Lily.
"Good, you came. For a minute there I thought you weren't going to show, I got scared!" Lily glanced at the cloak over looking the window. She rolled her eyes.
"James, I'm two minutes early. You really are an impatient guy. I don't understand how you of all people could spend days working on a trick to perform on Snape, but you cant wait ten minutes for me." James nodded and got up.
"Lay them out, I have to pick you a cloak!" he said. Lily grumbled as she spread the seven cloaks about on James and Sirius's beds. Right away picked out deep purple, pale yellow, and emerald. Lily gathered her other cloaks and watched James lay out the deep purple, pale yellow, and emerald. After a minute of careful consideration, he picked up the emerald.
"The emerald one?" she asked. It was her very favorite cloak and all the girls knew that. But boy, if they saw Lily galloping around with James in Hogesmade in her favorite cloak, well they might think she actually liked him!
"Yes, I love this one on you. You always wear it when you go reading by the lake." Lily looked at the pale yellow one. She could imagine it being her new favorite one. Lily took all the cloaks and made her way to the door.
"Okay, I'll see you tonight then," Lily said going down the stairs and up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. She threw her cloaks out onto her bed and picked up her diary.
"Oh that James Potter! Of all the cloaks I brought, he had to pick my emerald one. I really am truly not looking forward to this night at all diary. At this rate, he'll be picking out my wedding dress next! There is no way I could marry a loaf like James Potter, no matter the circumstances. Please help me get through this night diary, I really just wish to die so I don't have to go through with it. I have to put my cloaks away, I'll tell you every thing that happened the minute I get home . . . I'll write the second we get back." Harry read. They were no longer in the girls tower at Hogwarts. They were back on the train. This time, he felt Ron and Hermione both at his side. He locked the diary and looked at Ron, who sat with his mouth hanging wide open.
"What kind of diary is that?" he asked. Harry shrugged.
"I really had no idea how much my mom actually hated my dad! I mean, I knew that they didn't like each other and all but how could they hate each other this much?" Harry asked.
"Well . . .wait until you get past the Hogesmade trip, maybe after the trip your moms mind changes and everything will be happily ever after. Like it should be." Hermione said. She unlocked the compartment door and went off to get some treats.
"That diary has got to be the work of dark wizards. It has to be!" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Are you trying to say my mom was a dark wizard? I suppose next you'll be telling me she was the one who sent Voldemort after my father and me!" He said throwing his hands in the air.
"No, but it is very strange." Ron looked very serious as he gazed at the diary in Harry's hands. Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Well of course its very strange Ron! It takes us to the past and we see what my parents did in between diary entries. Don't you get it Ron? Its past strange, its abnormal!"
"Can we move to the next entry?" Ron asked eagerly. Harry shook his head.
"One entry a day is enough for me. It may not affect you, but it isn't exactly a picnic reading and seeing how much my mom hated my dad. If it were your parents you wouldn't even let me and Hermione see. . .and you know that!" Harry said flustered.
"Whatever Harry. So when can we see the next entry?" Harry sighed. Ron just didn't get it. Before Ron could ask again, Hermione returned with an arm full of treats.
"I got the treats!" She said with a smile. Ron grabbed a hand full of candy and placed it in his cloak. Hermione sat down next to Harry and divided up the candy between them. Ron looked over and made a face.
"That's unfair, you guys get more." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Lets see Ron, if you didn't grab a handful right away, then maybe you could have gotten a little more too!" Ron mimicked Hermione and opened a chocolate frog.
"How much longer until we get to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, looking out the window. Hermione swallowed her jellybeans.
"Another two hours the trolley witch said." Ron groaned. Harry leaned against the window and closed his eyes. Hermione got up and let Harry stretch all the way out. She sat next to Ron and threw all her candy to the ground. Ron looked at her.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Hermione knocked his candy out of his hands and leaned on him.
"Going to sleep. You should too, you look tired," Hermione said trying to get comfortable. Ron groaned again and closed his eyes, he didn't have too much of a choice.
"I'm getting hungry," Ron complained. Hermione hushed him and urged Harry to take out the diary. He sighed and pulled it out of his small trunk and slipped the pink covered diary out of a red velvet bag he made with all his velvet birthday ribbons. Harry looked at the diary. Around his neck, he pulled out the key and unlocked the diary.
"What is that?" Ron asked, but Hermione elbowed him hard in the stomach to shut up. Harry opened the page and skipped the first entry and moved to the second full-paged one. He took a deep breath.
"Today is the day I agreed to go on a date with James Potter. I have been dreading this all day and all week. What if he tries to kiss me or touch me or make a move on me! I don't think he's ever kissed a girl that one, I mean he hasn't dated anyone all these years of school. James says he will pick something out for me to wear; I have to be in his dormitory in ten minutes with half my wardrobe. I don't see what the big deal is; he is just going to be picking out one of my cloaks. Well I guess I can't write anymore, I have to pick out my best cloaks to bring to James. Oh you don't know how much I'm dreading this." Lily locked her diary and moved over to her trunk. She picked out her seven best cloaks. Her deep purple, light purple, midnight blue, emerald, ruby, black, and pale yellow cloaks to be exact. She gathered them in her hands and walked down the stairs then up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. James was already there, sitting in a chair facing the door. He smiled when he saw Lily.
"Good, you came. For a minute there I thought you weren't going to show, I got scared!" Lily glanced at the cloak over looking the window. She rolled her eyes.
"James, I'm two minutes early. You really are an impatient guy. I don't understand how you of all people could spend days working on a trick to perform on Snape, but you cant wait ten minutes for me." James nodded and got up.
"Lay them out, I have to pick you a cloak!" he said. Lily grumbled as she spread the seven cloaks about on James and Sirius's beds. Right away picked out deep purple, pale yellow, and emerald. Lily gathered her other cloaks and watched James lay out the deep purple, pale yellow, and emerald. After a minute of careful consideration, he picked up the emerald.
"The emerald one?" she asked. It was her very favorite cloak and all the girls knew that. But boy, if they saw Lily galloping around with James in Hogesmade in her favorite cloak, well they might think she actually liked him!
"Yes, I love this one on you. You always wear it when you go reading by the lake." Lily looked at the pale yellow one. She could imagine it being her new favorite one. Lily took all the cloaks and made her way to the door.
"Okay, I'll see you tonight then," Lily said going down the stairs and up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. She threw her cloaks out onto her bed and picked up her diary.
"Oh that James Potter! Of all the cloaks I brought, he had to pick my emerald one. I really am truly not looking forward to this night at all diary. At this rate, he'll be picking out my wedding dress next! There is no way I could marry a loaf like James Potter, no matter the circumstances. Please help me get through this night diary, I really just wish to die so I don't have to go through with it. I have to put my cloaks away, I'll tell you every thing that happened the minute I get home . . . I'll write the second we get back." Harry read. They were no longer in the girls tower at Hogwarts. They were back on the train. This time, he felt Ron and Hermione both at his side. He locked the diary and looked at Ron, who sat with his mouth hanging wide open.
"What kind of diary is that?" he asked. Harry shrugged.
"I really had no idea how much my mom actually hated my dad! I mean, I knew that they didn't like each other and all but how could they hate each other this much?" Harry asked.
"Well . . .wait until you get past the Hogesmade trip, maybe after the trip your moms mind changes and everything will be happily ever after. Like it should be." Hermione said. She unlocked the compartment door and went off to get some treats.
"That diary has got to be the work of dark wizards. It has to be!" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Are you trying to say my mom was a dark wizard? I suppose next you'll be telling me she was the one who sent Voldemort after my father and me!" He said throwing his hands in the air.
"No, but it is very strange." Ron looked very serious as he gazed at the diary in Harry's hands. Harry couldn't help but laugh.
"Well of course its very strange Ron! It takes us to the past and we see what my parents did in between diary entries. Don't you get it Ron? Its past strange, its abnormal!"
"Can we move to the next entry?" Ron asked eagerly. Harry shook his head.
"One entry a day is enough for me. It may not affect you, but it isn't exactly a picnic reading and seeing how much my mom hated my dad. If it were your parents you wouldn't even let me and Hermione see. . .and you know that!" Harry said flustered.
"Whatever Harry. So when can we see the next entry?" Harry sighed. Ron just didn't get it. Before Ron could ask again, Hermione returned with an arm full of treats.
"I got the treats!" She said with a smile. Ron grabbed a hand full of candy and placed it in his cloak. Hermione sat down next to Harry and divided up the candy between them. Ron looked over and made a face.
"That's unfair, you guys get more." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Lets see Ron, if you didn't grab a handful right away, then maybe you could have gotten a little more too!" Ron mimicked Hermione and opened a chocolate frog.
"How much longer until we get to Hogwarts?" Harry asked, looking out the window. Hermione swallowed her jellybeans.
"Another two hours the trolley witch said." Ron groaned. Harry leaned against the window and closed his eyes. Hermione got up and let Harry stretch all the way out. She sat next to Ron and threw all her candy to the ground. Ron looked at her.
"What are you doing?" he asked. Hermione knocked his candy out of his hands and leaned on him.
"Going to sleep. You should too, you look tired," Hermione said trying to get comfortable. Ron groaned again and closed his eyes, he didn't have too much of a choice.