A/N: Thanks for so many reviews! I didn't expect quite so many! I love you guys! Okay, now here's the plan... I was thinking that since this story revolves mainly around Lily, I'm going to include some 'excerpts from the diary of Lily Evans' and that kind of thing. I may do some for James, but I'm not sure… review and tell me what you think! If you don't like this chapter, I'll stop the diary thing and maybe even replace this chapter. Thanks for reading!

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"Men are beasts. At least, they are most of the time. The rest of the time, they're too unpredictable and way too deep to comprehend. No matter how much Martha and Narcy try and convince me that Sev and Lucius are the most indifferent people in the world, "just like any other man" as Martha would put it, they aren't. Sev has feelings, and his are probably the most profound I have ever known. You can never interpret what is running through his head, unless he tells it to you. My friends often say that I think too much. If so, Sev's just way overboard.

"Actually, all men aren't beasts. It's just that you can't understand them, no matter how hard you try. I've known Severus for four whole years, and I'm just beginning to know about his life outside of Slytherin. I never knew he had an archenemy. I never even knew that he knew people outside of Slytherin. I never even got a chance to decide whether I hate non-Slytherins or not.

"You know what; I think men should be a species of their own, with their own specific genders. It would make a lot more sense to me. You would have the Severus Snape gender – too profound to understand but very caring yet with a hot temper at the same time – and the Lucius Malfoy gender – too imbecilic to do anything and with a hatred for all Muggleborns, (the only reason he isn't out to get me is because he doesn't know that I'm a damn Mudblood…). And then, you have, oh, then comes the James Potter gender.

"James Potter – if I had never met him I probably would have never known that there was even a world in existence outside Slytherin. His gender would be, let me see. His gender would probably be of those who have a kind heart, yet a mischievous look about them. Oh, I don't know. I can't really judge him, since I've only met him once. I've certainly noticed him in the usual hustle of breakfast and other times when the whole school's in the Great Hall, and most definitely at Quidditch matches, but still, I have nearly nothing to go upon. But there's absolutely no way that he can't be a nice person.

"What wouldn't I give to get to know him better? What wouldn't I give to know anyone outside Slytherin better? It's as though I'm in a prison for people who wish to live life the way it was meant to be. I've been imprisoned in Slytherin for wanting to see the world as it really is, instead of seeing it as the picture that my friends paint for me.

"Ever since my parents died, I've been fed nothing but rules, restrictions, and guidelines. It's as though my whole purpose of living is to hear people tell me what to do over and over again.

"'Don't talk to the neighbors.'

"'Don't go out of the house.'

"'Don't wander around the grounds.'

"'Don't go into the Forbidden Forest.'

"'Don't do this.'

"'Don't do that.'

"It's as if they were telling me 'Don't live.'

"What happened to distinguishing success from failure? What happened to trying and achieving? What happened to making decisions? What happened to the princesses who were rescued by knights in shining armor? What happened to living happily ever after? What happened to life?

"It all went down the drain the day I was sorted into Slytherin. I still remember that fateful day. I had grown up with the Weasleys being told that Slytherin was the worst of the four houses. Here I am now, a member of it.

"But why am I a Slytherin? What darkness did the Sorting Hat find in me that it had to put me in Slytherin? There must have been a mistake. I have been telling myself this for the last four years. Whom am I kidding? I am a Slytherin; I was a Slytherin; and I will be a Slytherin till the day I graduate from Hogwarts.

"But I'm not the only one who thinks I was put in the wrong house. Martha thinks so. Lucius thinks so. Narcy thinks so. I think so. In fact, the only person who doesn't is Sev. I think he's been getting a really rough time lately. As disconnected as I have been, I do know that there have been a number of… well, 'pranks' that have been played on Sev and Lucius, and some of the other boys here, even Alistair McNair, the prefect. All I knew, however, was that they got a really rough deal, and the pranksters were from among the Gryffindor crowd. Now, however, I know that it isn't just any group of Gryffindors. It's Potter's gang.

"So this brings me back to James Potter. A prankster, a mischief-maker, a romancer, and the kindest heart in the world, all rolled into one – that would be my definition for James Potter. He has shown me, through that short meeting with him, that there really is something outside of my small world. There is something worth seeing, worth living, and worth breathing. I cannot believe that I have spent fourteen years completely in the dark, when I could have been taking part in his world.

"I am foolish. I am talking, or rather writing, as though it is my fault. Well, it most certainly is, but I am making it sound as though James, and all the other Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs are waiting for me to come to my senses and run into their awaiting arms. Jeez, I never was much of a poet. And I'm still not a very good one. But what could have made me think that they want me to be with them? Maybe I'm thinking this because of the look in his eyes when he saw me, and when we were talking. I've never seen a look like that before. What was it? Could it have been acceptance, or was it disgust? Oh, what I would give for it to be the former!"

Here, Lily paused, and pulled her quill away from the paper. She had been writing for a long time now, and her hand was starting to ache. As she brought the quill back down, she wrote with more energy, as she formed the last words on the page.

"I will get my wish. I know it. All I'm waiting for is the right day. James and I, we didn't meet by chance in the library that day. He's the one. I know it. He's the one who will give me what it is I need. And then, I will show everyone what Liliane Evans, the Tiger Lily, the Sorceress of Slytherin, and Slytherin's Queen, I will then show them, what I am made of."

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A/N: That's the diary or rather, the diary as Lily writes it. I hope you liked it. Either way, I won't know until you review! So click the button on the bottom left corner of the screen to tell me what you think! I think I might have gotten a little carried away; this is nearly three pages long! Well, I sincerely hope you liked it. You'd better, *narrows eyes* or else that would have been such a waste of time! But never mind that, I enjoyed writing it, even if it may have been kind of pointless…