Disclaimer: See chapter 1. It's still true.

Feb 15th.

Morning. Bed. 7am.

Arrgh! Can't see! Everything is black! Then realise haven't opened eyes. Don't want to open eyes, are clog wearing trolls in skull. How they get there? Know didn't drink last night, did other stuff of the naughty romantic variety with Rowan.

Morning, still in bed (sadly alone)7:30 am.

Ooh clog wearing trolls not in skull. Not wanting to know why Prongs has decided to fill room with heavy boxes. Ask Moony, he doesn't know but advises me not to tell Wormtail as he's scared enough of the boxes as it is. Apparently, my ideas are generally scary, well petrifying, and slightly demented so if something scares me it must be bad. Want to argue but can't. Although Peter is scared of Lily's cat, Zebedee, and we all tease him mercilessly.

Night. Late. Bed. (Again).

Still not sure what boxes for. They are multiplying though. When asked James just grins insanely and says "You'll see...." then starts cackling about revenge. Think he may have hit head yesterday. They are empty though. Now more puzzled than ever.



Feb 17.

Still don't know what the boxes were for, but they'd all disappeared when we went to bed last night. Admittedly this was more like this morning. Ate breakfast, not sure which lessons we had, so not potions, quite likely History of Magic and Muggle Studies. Decide to check timetable. Where is it?

9pm.

Locate timetable under chocolate frog wrappers and chewed shoes (where did they come from? Not even my shoes!) under bed. Was right. Am worried by the fact that I slept through some important stuff about NEWTs; don't want to fail. Oh well, was only Muggle Studies.

10pm.

Discovered have to hand in some project about Muggle Transport next week. Run around in panic in common room; one of Fan-club says her brother is selling his motorbike. Have agreed to buy it. Friends laughed. Spoke to MacGonagall, am going to pick it up on Saturday. Friends are scared.



Feb 25.

Have shiny, lovely, gorgeous motorbike! Impressed Muggle Studies teacher, came top of class. Love Motorbike. Have even started to learn mechanics. Now just have to make it go. Lily has taken to calling me "Mr. Toad" after some Muggle book character who was obsessed with vehicles. Am NOT obsessed, just enthusiastic. Rowan is refusing to speak to me after suggestion that she help me with the bike rather than go to Quidditch changing rooms or up Astronomy Tower. Prongs and Wormtail disgusted with me too over this, can't see why. Remus is helping me. He is a good friend.

March 1st.

Have motorbike, but apparently no girlfriend. Rowan is in library doing homework with Troy Prism, the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain. Prongs told me because he doesn't approve, "fraternising with the enemy" is the phrase he used. Loudly and repeatedly. Since Wood left, ole Jamesie has felt need to be scarily devoted to Quidditch. Anyway, Lil told him to shut up because neither he nor I had anything to worry about. Not sure what this means. Anyway am adding Prism to list of people to be revenged on. Useless, pretty boy. ยท Note to self: make following people pay:

Snape

Parkinson

Slytherin's in general

Filch

Prongs and Wormtail.

T. M. Riddle.

Rupert

Grandfather Black,

Troy Prism.

In other news, motorbike now has engine working, just need to learn to drive it. Rupert says he'll show me. Wormtail is still in Hospital Wing; shouldn't have feed him that last batch of Grandfather's herbs, he has these disgusting green pulsing things growing out of his head. Stupid pillock panicked and told Madame Pomphrey exactly where he got the herbs from. Had another long lecture. Also teachers have lost all faith in traditional punishments (apparently they obviously don't stop me doing exactly as I wish) and as it's still illegal for Filch to hang me up in chains they have decided to punish me for this by making me to write an essay entitled "Why I shouldn't use unknown herbs on my friends". James got to write the fabulously entertaining "There is a reason why the Restricted Section is restricted and it has nothing to do with Prof. Kettleburn's pornography collection" because he was caught looking at, surprisingly, the Restricted Section. Apparently Wormy told the teachers that James said Prof. Kettleburn had a massive and varied porn collection. Herbs work like truth potion, now if knew what they were this would be useful.





March 7th.

11:30am. Motorcycle goes now. Rupert's friend wanted me to put spells on it so it'd be a flying motorbike. This sounds like by far the best idea he's ever had. Now just to persuade others of this.

Rowan still not happy with me; Moony suggests that I try grovelling, Prongs wants to watch if I do. Decide I have three options here: 1) Get new girlfriend. (Possible. Have a fan club with membership cards and everything. So they tell me. Am both flattered and scared by this) 2) Get Row back. (Am not grovelling though. Well, maybe..) 3) Lose Prongs his girlfriend. (Not a good idea, will upset Lily. And Row. Like hair. In fact like living.)

4am.

Hate world and everyone in it. Am going to exorcise Nearly Headless Nick and Fat Friar. Stupid dead men. They said Row and useless pretty boy Prism are "a cute couple" and "at least she's spending more time on her schoolwork than with that young scallywag, Sirius Black." Am not a scallywag, am cheekily charming! Told Prongs and he said "No, you're not a scallywag; you're a pain in the arse. And your feet smell." So put dungbombs in his shoes. Now whose feet smell, Mr. Potter?

Got into Slytherin Common room and bewitched pictures to sing our Quidditch chants when they are looked at. Not worried as no-one can prove a thing. Well unless they're reading this. (If you are reading my diary; BEWARE! Have put charms like are on the Library Books on here. And will kill you in creative manner designed to look like accident.)



March 18th.

Still not flying. Lily worried about James's recurrent foot odour problem.



March 27th.

Hospital Wing.

Still not flying; although now know that levitating charms won't work. TOLD Prongs they wouldn't, but he insisted we try. Fell about 30 foot in front of many prying eyes. Slytherins all laughed like drains, except Snape who laughed like a sewer (is too yucky to be like drain). Broke wrist and 4 ribs and Prong's leg when I landed on it. Madame Pomphrey says he'll be OK for Quidditch match next Saturday. Don't care about that.

I could have killed my best friend. Feel sick in scary scary way. Would die rather than let anything happen to James and I nearly killed him. James says it was his fault too, he persuaded me to try it. Don't believe him, mainly because said persuasion was "C'mon Padfoot; if you don't try it you'll never know if it works." Then I agreed.

Have managed to upset Row yet again. She blames me for accident. Her face was really white and the bits of the hysterical shouting I understood were mainly "Idiot" and "Could have died" and "Stupid, stupid bastard." Still not quite sure if upset over Prongs or me. Lily was worried about me and shouted at Prongs. Think whole school heard that. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING OF? YOU STUPID IDIOT! YOU COULD HAVE DIED!" And I never knew Lily knew that many swear words. Am impressed.

March 28th.

Am even more impressed than ever with lovely, lovely Lily. Now have FLYING MOTORBIKE. Lily and Rowan sorted it. Moony pointed out that if I'd asked them in the beginning, would have had flying bike sooner. Didn't like his tone, so I hit him. Wrist much better now. Whole school did hear Lily shouting. Either that or gossip spreads faster than soft butter on hot toast.

Asked Lily why she fixed bike after charms. She said "It was either that or, as Rowan pointed out, you and James would kill yourselves trying." Thanked her profusely. She made me promise not to land on James anymore. Or let him ride my motorbike. Wasn't going to let him, anyway. It's mine. Thanked Rowan too. She made me apologise to Remus, then announced she had to go study in the library.

Also got owl from Mum. Is worried because she hasn't had any owls complaining about me for a few weeks. Dad still busy fighting Voldie's forces, Orion and Ceridwen are busy with the wedding and the imminent arrival of Orion Jnr. Apparently she wants to name the baby Procyon; after the brightest star of Canis Minor. They've been told the baby is a boy. By whom? If it was that drippy friend of Ceri's Sybilla?, Sybil?, Sarah? - oh, who gives a hippogriff's arse, I don't know her name- who's into Divination, it's just as likely to be a girl. That girl couldn't predict that night follows day.

Also a mad, batty old woman, otherwise known as Mum, wants to know if I want rose or poppy. Also am to ask James which. Both confused now. Rose or Poppy for what? Send owl to ask.



March 29th.

Lily says that flowers probably for wedding button-holes. Would believe her, but this is my family we're talking about. Could be what we want for dinner when we get home or that Grandfather Black is sending an Owl-Order bride each. I don't want an owl-order bride.

Got parcel from Gran, she sent some cakes; tried one and now suspect Gran taught Hagrid to cook. On positive note, Hagrid likes Gran's cakes (we had to help him for detention. Again). I am much more appreciative of the brandy. Will hide it from friends. Possibly in stomach. Seen as we were running around in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid again tonight, the teachers have decided that detention does serve as a punishment. Moony suspects that it's because the teachers don't want to read the essays we wrote for them and lines are boring. That reminds me; he never did say why he had to write out "Just because James and Sirius did it, I don't have to." Or what he did. Or, come to think of it what we did first.