Yours Truly
Chapter 1
By i o u a name
Lily Evans' Journal - PRIVATE!
August 31st, 1977
My Room
9:00 p.m.
Dear Journal,
It has happened again. You'd think Mum's gotten used to it by now. But no. Tomorrow, I'm heading off for my final year at Hogwarts and Mum's downstairs making sure that I didn't forget my underwear. Which she had done the year before. And the year before the year before. And so on. Merlin, I'm seventeen, a legal witch, and Head Girl. I'm very much able to pack my own underwear, thank you very much.
Yours Truly,
Lily
In Bed
Midnight
Dear Journal,
I can't sleep. Tomorrow (well, actually today) - the beginning of my final year at Hogwarts. I don't know if I'm ready. Well, it would be nice to see Jasmine and Destiny again. Oh, it's been so long since I last saw them. Who else is there to catch up with? Oh yes, Remus. I wonder how he's doing. Journal, it must be horrible for him to go through what he does once a month. At least he has his friends by him. Ugh. I'd just remember - Potter. Another year with him. Honestly, of all the people who die each year, why isn't Potter one of them?
Yours Truly,
Lily
12:04 a.m.
Dear Journal,
Okay, maybe that was too mean. I don't want Potter to die. I just want him to get as injured as possible without dieing. Okay, maybe not that either. Somebody just need to teach that arrogant fool a lesson.
Yours Truly,
Lily
September 1st, 1977
Kitchen
8:36 a.m.
Dear Journal,
Too excited to finish breakfast. It's only a few hours until we leave for King's Cross. Petunia is giving me a weird look.
"What?" I asked.
She looked away without answering. How rude.
Yours Truly,
Lily
Car
10:15 a.m.
Dear Journal,
We're almost at the station. I'm sitting next to Petunia, who's giving me some weird looks again.
"What?" I asked again.
She turned her head and looked out the window, ignoring me. Stupid cow.
Yours Truly,
Lily
Train
10:54 a.m.
Dear Journal,
In a carriage on the train, waiting for Jasmine and Destiny. I had just got away from my parents. Mum was squeezing me to death, sobbing about "how her little girl's all grown up." Luckily, Dad returned from getting my trolley and pulled Mum away so that I could finally breathe. After a bit more talk about remembering to pack my underwear and coming home for the holidays, they finally let me go through the barrier.
Yours Truly,
Lily
10:58 a.m.
Dear Journal,
I hear loud laughter and voices outside my carriage. They were saying:
"That was brilliant!"
"Did you see the look on his face?"
"Yeah, he looked like he was going to go in his pants!"
"We got Snivelly good!"
Oh Merlin. No, no, no! I recognized those voices. They belonged to…the Marauders.
At that, the said fools burst into the carriage.
"Evans," said Potter. "Lovely day?"
"It was," I muttered.
"Whatcha doin'?" Sirius Black asked. "Writing in your little diary?" He smirked.
"None of your business, Black," I spat.
This is all for now. I'm going to go find another carriage.
Yours Truly,
Lily
A/N: Well, that's the end of chapter one. The next chapter is covered by Britttany. So, your reviews for this chapter would be answered by me in the third chapter. Confusing, but new. I like new challenges. Please review. Thanks.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this fan fiction belongs to me. They're owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros and a whole lot of other companies and people, but certainly not me. The only ones that belong to me are those that you don't recognize. NOTE: The format of this story was inspired by Louise Rennison's Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging (and all the other confessions of Georgia Nicolson).