[Tah dah! I used my journal idea... The chapter is titled after the Dashboard Confessional song, 'Carry this Picture'... this chapter was really hard to write. Especially trying to explain the whole treasure box deal, without making it sound too over detailed... I'm getting a pretty good idea of where the story is going now, so I'll try to update soon.. I hope you like it!]

16-year old Harry James Potter awoke with a jolt. It took him a few moments to realize where he was. He was back at the Dursley's. It was the summer before his 6th year, and it was very late at night. He'd fallen asleep on top of his desk, and there was a big drool spot on what he had been reading to prove it.

What he had been reading, was however, more important than the large puddle of drool. His father's journal.

The night he had returned to the Dursley's, he'd received an owl carrying a large package. A box of his Godfather's most treasured possessions. The package was sent anonymously, but a note was scribbled on the box that read:

This is an enchanted treasure box. It's charmed to be sent to the one who was cared about most by the person who owned it when they passed away. In this case, Harry, your name appeared on the box. I know Sirius and James would have wanted you to have these things. This box did, in fact, belong to your own father, and was left to Sirius. Now it's your turn. Please take good care of it and all it's contents.

The memory of Sirius was still so painful for Harry. He sometimes couldn't bear to think of him. He confined himself in his bedroom, refusing to come out except for meals. It helped that the Dursley's had given up on making him do chores, as he wouldn't do them anyway. He kept the treasure box under the loose floorboard in which he had hidden so many things before, and he vowed never to open it. It was just too painful. But tonight, his mind wandered to the note scribbled on top of this mysterious box. I know Sirius and James would have wanted you to have these things. He finally gave in, and decided to open it.

It was amazing. There were so many things to explore and learn about, Harry didn't know where to start. There was an extra copy of the Marauder's Map ('Just in case one gets confiscated!' the title told him), many old photographs (all of which were moving), a pile of cards with Sirius's best-man speech from his parents wedding... Some of Lily's things were there.. a locket that looked like it was given to her by a Mother or Grandmother... Grandmother by the looks of it... and the most wonderful of all, a journal. James's journal.

Harry never thought of his father as the journal keeping type, but it was there. It looked as though he would write every night. Including, because Harry had checked, the night he and his wife has been murdered. It started around the October before he was born, so Harry figured he had kept it during his mother's pregnancy. He was so interested in reading it, that he had fallen asleep on top of it.

The pages had been turned so many times, torn on corners and Spell-O-Taped back together... Harry couldn't help but be interested in it. It was as if he was living his father's life as he read it. He flipped past the page he had been reading, and to the next entry. He began to read..

November 19

Well, Lily's just fallen asleep. She does that a lot lately. Maybe it's the baby. I'll be talking to her, and she'll just completely pass out. Hopefully she will wake up so I can take her upstairs to the bed, I don't want her sleeping here on the sofa.

I wish that I could take the burden of carrying our child for myself, and relieve her of this stress, but I know she wouldn't have it. I envy her in so many ways. She can't even bend over properly anymore, but she doesn't let that stop her. I am the luckiest man alive to have her, and I know that little Harry will feel as lucky to have such a great mother.

Did I mention? We've decided on the name Harry today. Her first choice was Harvey, but I talked her out of it. Harry James Potter... I wonder what he'll look like. He'll either have Lily's hair, or my hair.. Hopefully he won't have mine, so it won't tempt him to act as arrogant as I was at school. And maybe he'll will have Lily's eyes.. yes, he would defiantly need her eyes. They're so beautiful, those eyes. Every time I look in them I get lost.

God, I love Lily so much. Sometimes I feel like she's too good for me... like I don't deserve her. I also think about what my life would be like without her, and I can't bear it. She's a part of me, and it would be like I lost all of limbs if she left. I wouldn't be able to move without her... wouldn't even be able to breathe. I would loose my heart and my soul...

Oh- she's waking now. I have to help her upstairs. Here's the photo we took today. Our first family portrait.

The picture was stuck between the crease of the pages. Harry flipped it over and stared at it. The 2 people in the picture where moving, but slightly. His mother was standing in front of his father, resting her head under his chin. he kept kissing her head and rubbing his cheek in her hair. His mother was wearing plaid pajama pants, and a huge Wimbourne Wasps t-shirt, which stretched over her large belly. James's arm wrapped around Lily, and his hand rested right over her belly button. They were both laughing, and rubbing Lily's stomach over and over.

They looked so happy.

They were so happy.