AUGUST #2
Dear Diary,
Something very exciting has happened! We (James, Sirius, Remus and me) were walking the streets of London at night. I'm not sure why exactly, maybe the hideout had become too familiar and we needed a change of scenery.
Being in London in the dead of night is dangerous. We could easily be charged with robbery, even though we're just kids. And no one would believe us. I don't know why, it's not like we're dangerous.
Or. maybe we are. I did blow up the refrigerator the other day. It was a total accident! Petunias fault, really!
[Lily looked up from the diary with a laugh. Petunia's fault? It wasn't even an accident on Lily's part!]
~Flashback~
"Lily Evans! Come here right now! What did you do with my prefect badge?" Petunia, Lily's fifteen-year-old sister screamed angrily. She was a prefect at her school.
"Calm down! I have no idea!" Lily screamed back from the kitchen, unwilling to leave her giant Milo unattended.
"Help me find it! NOW!" Petunia screeched.
"NO!" Lily yelled. She really didn't want to leave her comfy chair.
"Humph!" Petunia snorted, looking immensely like a horse. She headed to the refrigerator to eat the last of Lily's Milo custard. Lily got there first. No way was that custard going down Petunias throat!
"Petunia! I found it!" Lily cried.
"OUT OF THE WAY FREAK!" Petunia squealed, pushing Lily to the floor with an open tub of ice cream landing on her face. Petunia screamed again and picked up the badge, checking it for any sign of damage. She then turned to Lily.
"You hid it! You did! You - you loser! You're going to pay for this!" Petunia yelped. It was a statement, not a question, but Lily still tried to protest her innocence.
"I'm telling Mum!" Petunia yelled. She never got the chance. At that exact second, the refrigerator exploded into millions of little pieces. Lily grinned as Petunia ran as far away as she could. 'It's kind of hard looking innocent with ice cream all over my nose, but it's worth it!' Lily thought happily, beginning to eat right from the tub.
~End Flashback~
[Lily rolled her eyes at the memory.
"I sure was lucky that day!" She said to the air.
"Lucky?" Lily's fiancé James came in to the attic. Lily smiled and told him all about the ice cream, then turned back to the diary as he read over her shoulder.]
Anyhow, guess what we found? We'd jumped back into a doorway to avoid the police patrol. We really didn't want to be caught.
Unfortunately, or as it turned out, extremely fortunately, a shadowy doorway can only hold two. Remus and I got there first, but James and Sirius were stuck. They had nowhere to hide!
So they charged madly at the door and ran inside. Remus raised his eyebrows at me, and we followed. When we got inside, we couldn't help but feel like we'd come home. I'm positive it was a magic place. There were floating candles, owls on perches and the drinks board over the bar had all sorts of weird things like 'Mandragora cocktail' and 'Phoenix tears'.
There was a noise behind us suddenly, and we nearly ran, but it was only the barkeeper, and we couldn't have escaped anyway. He peered at us, and then he smiled. We sure didn't expect that! I thought he would have told us to go away, we're underage to be in a bar.
But we couldn't help trusting him. We told him all about our problems, and he listened. He told us that magic was real, and when Sirius didn't believe him, the guy changed an owl pink. That was pretty cool!
I asked him if he could teach us magic. I was sick of things exploding in my face. He looked really troubled, and we thought he'd refuse. He didn't want to. He said that he wasn't qualified. We begged him. Who wouldn't want to learn magic? He said he'd send one of the owls to a headmaster of a magic school. Then he told us to run along and come back tomorrow night.
So we did.
The next night was very interesting. We walked into the pub, confident about our right to be there. Next to the barkeeper, whose name was Tom, stood a tall man in robes and wearing a pointed hat. His beard was really long and white! He told us his name was Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts, a school where magical kids learn how to control their powers.
The first thing he asked us was what spells we could do. We told him that we could blow things up, turn things pink (adding that we owe Tom for that one), and lift things. We could also bring things to us and get rid of them. He seemed shocked.
James was grinning. He likes scaring people. So he told this Dumbledore person that he could change things into other things. Like his lucky four leaf clover he found. He turned it into glass so it would last forever! We agreed we knew this spell too.
Dumbledore gave us some books each and a wand. In a few weeks we would be admitted into magic school. He also gave us an owl each. If we needed him one of us could send the owls. Just in case our parents and siblings couldn't quite get over this new revelation.
So there you have it, diary. Now I'm a witch, and I've already learnt some spells with my wand. I'm not allowed to tell Petunia though. But tomorrow I'm going to turn her hair really dark purple and her clothes black. I'm also going to turn her eyes black and her skin dark blue. Any other colours she has are going to be deep green. I wonder what Mum will do when Petunia spouts these words I'm going to stick in her head:
"I'm really sorry Mum, but I'm turning Goth. Deal with it."
This will get Petunia back for EVERYTHING. What's more, the colour lasts for a whole week. I also dyed every single thing in her wardrobe. Pity its school holidays.
So my darling Petunia is going to have a very bad week. But it's not the worst. Oh no, the very worst will come later. Much later.
I really can't wait until tomorrow!
Love,
Lily.
Dear Diary,
Something very exciting has happened! We (James, Sirius, Remus and me) were walking the streets of London at night. I'm not sure why exactly, maybe the hideout had become too familiar and we needed a change of scenery.
Being in London in the dead of night is dangerous. We could easily be charged with robbery, even though we're just kids. And no one would believe us. I don't know why, it's not like we're dangerous.
Or. maybe we are. I did blow up the refrigerator the other day. It was a total accident! Petunias fault, really!
[Lily looked up from the diary with a laugh. Petunia's fault? It wasn't even an accident on Lily's part!]
~Flashback~
"Lily Evans! Come here right now! What did you do with my prefect badge?" Petunia, Lily's fifteen-year-old sister screamed angrily. She was a prefect at her school.
"Calm down! I have no idea!" Lily screamed back from the kitchen, unwilling to leave her giant Milo unattended.
"Help me find it! NOW!" Petunia screeched.
"NO!" Lily yelled. She really didn't want to leave her comfy chair.
"Humph!" Petunia snorted, looking immensely like a horse. She headed to the refrigerator to eat the last of Lily's Milo custard. Lily got there first. No way was that custard going down Petunias throat!
"Petunia! I found it!" Lily cried.
"OUT OF THE WAY FREAK!" Petunia squealed, pushing Lily to the floor with an open tub of ice cream landing on her face. Petunia screamed again and picked up the badge, checking it for any sign of damage. She then turned to Lily.
"You hid it! You did! You - you loser! You're going to pay for this!" Petunia yelped. It was a statement, not a question, but Lily still tried to protest her innocence.
"I'm telling Mum!" Petunia yelled. She never got the chance. At that exact second, the refrigerator exploded into millions of little pieces. Lily grinned as Petunia ran as far away as she could. 'It's kind of hard looking innocent with ice cream all over my nose, but it's worth it!' Lily thought happily, beginning to eat right from the tub.
~End Flashback~
[Lily rolled her eyes at the memory.
"I sure was lucky that day!" She said to the air.
"Lucky?" Lily's fiancé James came in to the attic. Lily smiled and told him all about the ice cream, then turned back to the diary as he read over her shoulder.]
Anyhow, guess what we found? We'd jumped back into a doorway to avoid the police patrol. We really didn't want to be caught.
Unfortunately, or as it turned out, extremely fortunately, a shadowy doorway can only hold two. Remus and I got there first, but James and Sirius were stuck. They had nowhere to hide!
So they charged madly at the door and ran inside. Remus raised his eyebrows at me, and we followed. When we got inside, we couldn't help but feel like we'd come home. I'm positive it was a magic place. There were floating candles, owls on perches and the drinks board over the bar had all sorts of weird things like 'Mandragora cocktail' and 'Phoenix tears'.
There was a noise behind us suddenly, and we nearly ran, but it was only the barkeeper, and we couldn't have escaped anyway. He peered at us, and then he smiled. We sure didn't expect that! I thought he would have told us to go away, we're underage to be in a bar.
But we couldn't help trusting him. We told him all about our problems, and he listened. He told us that magic was real, and when Sirius didn't believe him, the guy changed an owl pink. That was pretty cool!
I asked him if he could teach us magic. I was sick of things exploding in my face. He looked really troubled, and we thought he'd refuse. He didn't want to. He said that he wasn't qualified. We begged him. Who wouldn't want to learn magic? He said he'd send one of the owls to a headmaster of a magic school. Then he told us to run along and come back tomorrow night.
So we did.
The next night was very interesting. We walked into the pub, confident about our right to be there. Next to the barkeeper, whose name was Tom, stood a tall man in robes and wearing a pointed hat. His beard was really long and white! He told us his name was Albus Dumbledore. Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts, a school where magical kids learn how to control their powers.
The first thing he asked us was what spells we could do. We told him that we could blow things up, turn things pink (adding that we owe Tom for that one), and lift things. We could also bring things to us and get rid of them. He seemed shocked.
James was grinning. He likes scaring people. So he told this Dumbledore person that he could change things into other things. Like his lucky four leaf clover he found. He turned it into glass so it would last forever! We agreed we knew this spell too.
Dumbledore gave us some books each and a wand. In a few weeks we would be admitted into magic school. He also gave us an owl each. If we needed him one of us could send the owls. Just in case our parents and siblings couldn't quite get over this new revelation.
So there you have it, diary. Now I'm a witch, and I've already learnt some spells with my wand. I'm not allowed to tell Petunia though. But tomorrow I'm going to turn her hair really dark purple and her clothes black. I'm also going to turn her eyes black and her skin dark blue. Any other colours she has are going to be deep green. I wonder what Mum will do when Petunia spouts these words I'm going to stick in her head:
"I'm really sorry Mum, but I'm turning Goth. Deal with it."
This will get Petunia back for EVERYTHING. What's more, the colour lasts for a whole week. I also dyed every single thing in her wardrobe. Pity its school holidays.
So my darling Petunia is going to have a very bad week. But it's not the worst. Oh no, the very worst will come later. Much later.
I really can't wait until tomorrow!
Love,
Lily.