((OOC: This is one of my first fanfics, so I really want to know what you all think. Please R/R!!! P.S. the words in italics are the words that Lily writes down in her journal))

Disclaimer: Any characters that you recognize from the Harry Potter books do NOT belong to me. They are J.K. Rowling's. Characters that you do not recognize, such as Liz and Sara, are characters that I created.

Ch. 1- the almost invitation

                               

                                 October 3rd,

                Hey, I'm Lily Evans. I'm a sixth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, I said witchcraft. I'm a witch, isn't that cool? Well, I'm pretty used to it by now.

               

                Let's see…about me. I have dark red hair and emerald green eyes. My best friends are Liz Allen who parents are muggles like mine, and Sara Summers, whose parents are a witch and wizard. I don't have a boyfriend, but I don't really care, to tell you the truth.

                Roars of laughter erupted from one corner of the room. I looked up to see Sirius Black and Remus Lupin laughing hysterically at a very red James Potter who was walking toward me. I knew all three of them fairly well, since they were also Gryffindor sixth years.

                Oh, here comes that James Potter. I wonder what he and the rest of the Marauders are planning to do to me this time…

                "H-Hey, Lily," James stammered, grinning shyly and running a hand through his jet-black hair.

                "Hullo, James," I replied, barely glancing up from my journal.

                "So…what are you writing?" he managed to ask, pointing to the journal in my lap.

                "Oh…nothing," I answered, quickly closing it.

                "I was just going to ask if you would want to…uh…" he looked at Remus and Sirius, who were still laughing, then looked back at me. "Never mind. I'll see you later."

                He walked back over to the corner, looking at the ground. The rest of the Marauders began laughing again, and I caught snippets of what they were saying such as:

                "You should have seen your face!"

                "I can't believe you didn't ask her."

                "It was so red. I thought you would burst!"

                "I can't believe you didn't ask her!!"

                Hmm, that was weird. James actually seemed nervous. That's a first. I wonder what he was going to ask me. I'll talk to Liz and Sara about it later.

                Gee, this was a very interesting first entry, don't you think?

               

                Until next time, little book,

                                -Lily Evans

                I closed the small black journal and ran my finger across the small gold letter on the front that spelled my name. As I did this I remembered when it was given to me.

                (Flashback)

                "Here, Lily, We bought this for you. We thought you might enjoy writing in it," said a girl with brown hair that was up in a ponytail and brown eyes, as she pushed a small black book into my hands. This was my best friend, Liz Allen.

                "Yeah, maybe we'll have a chance to read it and see what you're really thinking," added another girl jokingly, who had shiny should-length blonde hair and blue eyes. This was my other best friend, Sara Summers.

                I laughed, looking at the journal in my hands. "Maybe I'll try writing in this…later," I thought to myself.

                Liz, Sara, and I had been sitting in our own compartment on the Hogwarts Express when they had given it to me. I put it in my trunk, and somehow it had made its way to the bottom, and I had forgotten about it.

                (End Flashback)

                Just the other day I had been searching in my trunk for a book when I had spotted it, and decided to start writing in it.

                I walked upstairs to where Liz and Sara were. Liz was on her bed reading, and Sara was laying across the floor, painting her fingernails. Liz looked up at me and grinned.

                "Hey, Lily, where have you been?"

                "The common room. The weirdest thing just happened…"

                I told her about writing in the notebook ("Great! You've finally started writing in it!") and how James had acted all nervous when he had come over. Liz looked excited throughout the whole story.

                "Lily, you think he might have been about to ask you to the Halloween dance? It's in only a few weeks."

                "He might have, but I didn't know he liked me," I replied, sitting down on my bed.

                "I think he does. I see him looking at you in class all of the time."

                "Well, maybe he'll try asking again. We'll have to wait and see."