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James and Remus struggled to get Lily back into her own dormitory. When they finally managed to force her in her own bed, Lily stopped struggling and seemed to come out of her blind fury. She looked up. James and Remus just looked down at her. They stayed this way for about 10 minutes when Lily finally spoke up.

"Well, what the hell did you expect? He insulted me!" James and Remus still just stared with disbelief. "okay, if you don't mind getting the hell out, I've had about enough exitment as I can manage for one night."

They still didn't move. She was about to hex them when they looked at each other and sat down on her bed. They obviously expected her to break down or pour her heart out to them or something. They had it coming.

"uh…Lily, are you okay? You haven't been acting…like yourself lately." James lamely replied. Lily just snorted.

"Ya, Lily, is everything ok? Because if its not we're here for you." Remus backed James up. Typical, Lily thought. They sat there in silence for another 10 minutes Lily glaring the whole time. James was getting impatient.

"Ok, look Evans. We've had about as much as we can take. What the HELL is WRONG?" Lily once again adopted her stupid smile, and was about to relpy-

"And don't even try to play stupid!We know you're lying about something." James nearly interrupted. Her eyes flashed. Potter was THE most annoying person on earth.

"Get the hell out" Lily growled inder her breath. "And don't come back. You tell anyone, I repeat ANYONE, that you ever saw me like this and I swear I will curse you until you look worse than Snape."

James mumbled something incoherent, and walked out, slamming the door after him. Remus looked at Lily for a moment, her anger seemed to be softening, but also turned and walked quietly out. Lily turned on her bed, and let the tears she had been holding in start to fall. This is what happens when people get curious about the real me, she thought miserably, and this is why I don't show the real me to other people. She softly cried, and started to look for her journal, hoping it would let all that had happened off her chest. She rummaged around in the dware, and then under the bed, but the diary was gone.