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A/N: Oops, changed my mind. Now I'm going to write it from both Lily and James' PoV from their writings in their journal/diaries. I'll make it clear who's PoV it is though, don't worry. After this chapter the chapters will be much longer, I promise.

Chapter 2: Hello, My Name is Scarlet and I Hate James Potter

I hate James Potter. Well, maybe not hate, but definitely detest. Hate is such a strong word. I guess I really don't hate anybody, except Severus Snape, the slimeball. I really do hate him. As you can probably guess, my name isn't really Scarlet. That's just a nickname my friend Claudia started calling me and it stuck. My real name is Lily Evans.

Five years ago I would have had no use for this diary. I was an ordinary ten going on eleven year old girl and my life was boring. There was nothing to write about. Then I got my letter. It turns out that all of the strange and unusual things I could do were magic! Isn't that fantastic? I couldn't believe I am a witch. Neither could Petunia. She's my sister and a muggle of the worst sort. I wish I could say that I hate her, but mum frowns upon that so I won't even write it down. I don't like her though. We have nothing in common! Plus she calls me a freak. It's hard to get along with someone who made a sign for your door that reads, 'Do not enter, Freak within'.

My best friend Claudia Grover says that she's just jealous and she wishes she could have magical powers too. I'm not so sure I agree with that, but I'll take her word for it because her parents are psychologists and she reads their files. You'd never guess that Claudia is into psychology because she's very much into sports and that's what shows. She's on our House Quidditch team, a Chaser. I personally don't see why she likes Quidditch so much and she's given up trying to convince me how great it is. Potter likes Quidditch, too. I mean, it's just a cross between football, basketball, and ice hockey on broomsticks. But I go to every Quidditch game just to cheer for her.

My other best friend, Megan Christopher, is an artist. She's the one who designs the banners for Claudia and she's very much into photography. Her pictures are terrific and I'm not the only one who admires her sculptures. She studies how magic can affect art and as a result has come up with some very interesting creations. I swear that her work will be in a gallery someday. Potter once told her that her work was, and I quote, 'bizarre'. How rude is that?

Potter is such a twerp. He's rude to my friends, thinks he's so smart, and also thinks he's the world's best Quidditch player. Claudia is much better. Potter just thinks he can do no wrong and somehow he managed to become a Prefect. It's beyond me how he did it considering he's had more detentions than I can count. I'm a Prefect, too. I think I may be Head Girl next year.

Potter plays practical jokes, too. Sometimes they're aimed at me, and then I play one on him, but mostly they're aimed at Snape and other Slytherins. I always laugh when he comes down to breakfast with pink robes and 'I am an ugly git' tattooed on his forehead. Claudia and Megan laugh too, but Stacey Nevare, the fourth girl in our dorm, has zero sense of humor. I don't think I've heard her laugh once in five years.

Remus Lupin is my other friend in our year. He's a sweet, caring, intelligent boy. Completely the opposite of Potter, and yet somehow they're friends. Close friends. Along with two other boys named Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, they are the Marauders. I 'dislike' Black almost as much as Potter, but I don't know Pettigrew enough to hate him. They play a lot of practical jokes on me, and of course I have to retaliate. Potter and I have had a prank war waging since the train ride in our first year. I hate to admit this, really I do, but Potter is actually fairly smart. There, I said it, don't make me say it again. If he wasn't so full of himself, we'd probably be friends! But we're not.

Well, I guess that gives you enough background information on me. I'm just an average witch. I have friends, I have enemies, I even have an owl. Did I mention that? Her name is Lucy. I guess that's all. I'll write again tomorrow. And Claudia, there's an anti-reading charm placed on this diary so you'd better stop now!

Lily Evans