November 10th

"It's not fair. They really should let first years play – or at least try out for the team! My dad says I'm a natural on a broom, I mean did you see our seeker? He didn't even see the snitch the first two times! No wonder we lost the match." James had been like all afternoon, since Gryffindor lost the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. He reckons he could have done a better job – and he is really good at flying. He has his own broom too a Nimbus 1000, the lucky sod.

"I wish we could play Quidditch." Peter added somewhat pathetically. Sometimes I don't like Peter much (only sometimes) he's a bit of a tag-along. "James could be a seeker, Sirius could be a beater and Remus a chaser!"

"I'd rather be a keeper if it's all the same." Remus muttered, he was only half with us – his nose stuck in a book and quill poking out of his mouth.

"Sure! Keeper! And I'll be a chaser then." Peter went on. Someone hurried past us, and I recognized that greasy black head.

"What's got you scurrying like a rat, Snape? Afraid of the sunlight?" I called after him. I really hated Snape. We were already fighting enough in potions class (which I made more of an effort to know, so that he wasn't that far ahead of me. Dunderhill still wouldn't switch me partners) but a couple weeks ago he'd followed James and I after dinner when we went wandering in parts of the castle we weren't supposed to be in. He tattled on us and we got detention for a week (not to mention the points we lost)! He's such a complete loser that he has nothing better to do than follow other students around.

"You're one to talk Black, sneaking around in the dead of night breaking all the school rules. But then who can blame you? Didn't want to be seen with your boyfriend, Potter, did you?" He replied venomously. I lunged for him but Peter and Remus held me back, James stepped in front of me.

"Shut it you ugly git!" He snapped, "Just because you have no friends and no life doesn't mean we're going to stoop to your level, you cowardly snake!"

"Furnunculus!" Snape shouted and a jet of blue light burst from his wand at James. To our surprise, Peter shoved him aside and took the blast full on. His face broke out in boils.

"Rictusempra!" "Densaugeo!" "Tarantallegra!"

There was an explosion of magic and when it cleared Snape was left laughing hysterically, his feet doing an insane kind of dance while his teeth grew enormous. All the students around us were staring (and now laughing) at the sight of the Slytherin first year.

Peter ended up in the hospital wing with Snape. When Snape gets better, James, Remus and I have detention with Filch and Hagrid. Although the idea of more detention isn't a particularly pleasing one – one of us simply has to mention Snape's mad dance and we all crack up laughing.

November 17th

Filch is a sadistic bastard. He had me and Remus muggle cleaning trophies for hours! My hands feel all dry and gross from all the strong cleaning solutions we had to use. Remus didn't complain though, I think he's a little embarrassed that he cursed Snape too – usually he has more restraint than that.

James and Snape had to help the groundskeeper clean up the Quidditch stands (without using magic). James got another night of detention with Hagrid because he tried to curse Snape again for insulting his family.

James and I are planning on some sort of revenge against that slimy greaseball. Remus keeps telling us to forget it (but I think that he secretly agrees with us) and Peter is pretty much the opposite. I think he'd rather we do nothing but says he wants revenge.

Peter found that anonymous love letter on the floor by my trunk, James made a big show about it. Running around the tower and jumping on our beds and reading it out loudly. I was angrily chasing after him when I tripped and fell. I was staring right under his bed and noticed a couple folded pieces or parchment – one of them suspiciously pink. I snatched it up and before James could do anything I was reading loudly –

"Dear James Potter, I like you very much. I think you're really good at flying and you have really nice eyes and you're really funny! Your secret admirer!"

After much chasing and yelling we both gave up and collapsed on the floor, out of breath. James and came to a sort of silent agreement and the subject of the pink parchment was not brought up again.