Have you ever been so in love that you just lay awake at night thinking of that someone? As corny as it may sound it's how I felt, feel. And let me tell you that feeling is a million times greater when you know the other person feels the same. Just knowing James loves me is the best feeling in the world. I feel exalted, extremely happy. It's like heaven on earth. I'm in my happy place and nothing, no one can reach me here.
I wish Rachel could find her happy place.
That's the worst of it. I'm too happy to even help my best friend in the world. It's like I know in my head she's so unhappy and all but I'm so happy I don't even think about it. Yeah, I'm thinking about it now, in the middle of the night when I can't really do anything about it. But come tomorrow I'll be too high on love to remember.
I have a confession as well. The other night I was thinking about Rachel like I am to night about how I feel bad about everything and I remembered the diary. How it said she was in love with Sirius. I went back. I had to see if she was still writing and if so was she still in love with Sirius. So I looked. Turns out she does still keep a diary. I never knew Rachel to be the type. But after reading said diary I found out I don't really know my best friend.
Yesterday, after the Sirius incident she wrote the following;
To Do:
Drown myself in the bathtub.
When I regain consciousness:
Re due my finger nails.
Get rid of zit forming on my upper lip.
Come up with a plan to murder Sirius Black.
Study for Charms test.
I hate Sirius.
I have a zit forming in between my upper lip and my nose.
I feel bloated.
My nails look like shit.
Lily's all obsessed with James Potter.
Being seventeen sucks.
I'm depressed.
Or heartbroken.
Either or.
I need to go bra shopping.
It's been stormy the last few days and it's starting to get to me. (Isn't it sad? I've been so involved with James to notice the rain!)
I'm in love with an ass hole. (I'm guessing she means Sirius.)
I have a week to read a very boring book aka 'Vanity Fair'
I'm in a school full of idiots! Laughing, annoying, popular, freakish idiots!!!
I hate him. (Again, I'm guessing Sirius)
I love him.
I so hate him.
This sucks.
Life sucks.
Kill me now.
Maybe I'll commit suicide.
No I won't. Merlin, chill.
I couldn't even if I wanted to.
Plus there is no way in hell I'm dieing a virgin.
Not that I'm sex obsessed or anything.
See I don't know my best friend at all! Why doesn't she tell my these things?!? I tell her everything and apparently she tells me nothing!
I walked down to the common room. Harry was sitting on the couch just sarin gin to the fire.
"Hey," I said sitting down next to him.
He blinks before looking over at me. "Hey."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm going back."
"Huh?"
"Dumbledore found away to send me back. I have a week."
"Oh."
That was all I could say. I'd barely begun to know my son and he was already going back. But then again I'll meet him when he's born. That's not for eight years though.
AN: Ya, I know, it's short. And a long time coming but like I said before I'm kinda stuck. It's almost done. It'll end with Harry going back and then there'll be an epilog but have no fear there'll be a lot before that. I have a vague idea of what'll happen before the end but ideas are still welcome. So until next time, hopefully it'll be sooner, reviews are always welcome. Thanks for your patients with me. ~Allison
