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Chapter the Third.

Well. Today was one of those days. You know those days, when you wake up happy, and then a string of embarrassing things happen to you one after the other, after the other, after the other, you get my drift. Not a fun day.

It's hard being me. Oh yes, my friends, life is fair. And cats like to grow on trees, and wheneth God doth walk in the sun, rain shall not dare to show its face, for God does not look as good damp.

By now, oh trusted diary, you are probably wondering what I am talking about. I would tell you, but the pain is still too fresh. Oh, ok, you twisted my arm. As I was walking down our fine upstanding staircase to go to class, Potter put a charm on me. I did not notice said charm. Said charm was to turn my clothes invisible! Oh the humility. If I did not have such a positive body image, I would have cried. That's right, I was standing outside the portrait hole when somebody told me that I was wearing nothing but a black bra and knickers set. Just standing there. Naked. As the day I was born.

I turned to "talk" to Potter, or, as I call him, the failed abortion, and I noticed a distinct lack of laughter.

"Am I that hideous?" I asked and Sirius, being his usual charming self replied

"It's not so much that you're overweight, it's more that you could die any moment from heart failure, obeseo."

Ouch. That was below the belt. Not that I am wearing a belt, but it's really a figure of speech. Darn, had to mention figure.

Remus, for once, butted in.

"Sirius! Lily, you are not over weight. I'm sure what Sirius meant to say was that the school robes aren't very fitted and we didn't know you were so....curvy."

He blushed, and I felt a bit annoyed that he was embarrassed. Bear in mind that I was the one standing in a hall in my underwear! With my head held high, I walked back to my dormitory. While accidentally kneeing Potter in the balls. You may think that you can't do that and make it look accidental, but I have skills, my diary dear.

The rest of the day was moderately good, barring the fact that some second year loser took a photo of me and posted it around the school. The looks I got from the male (and a few female) population were very x-rated. Sarah, whom I haven't mentioned that much, for some odd reason, found the whole thing rather hilarious. She couldn't stop laughing, and proceeded me in the halls with 'make way, important porn star, coming through.' Not that funny. The evening was fine, but as I got up to go to bed I fainted. I woke up a while later and found Potter, yes Potter, beside my bed. The way my life happens; you would think that there is no other boy in the school. I couldn't have fainted on a friendly passing Huffelpuff, or a Ravenclaw, it had to be James Potter. He actually looked rather worried, and when I asked what happened he started to fuss over me like a mother hen.

"Come on now, it can't be that bad. It's not like I'm dying."

With this he gave a very encouraging shriek and called Madam Pomfrey. While she was coming he explained that he had walked into the common room and I had fainted upon him, and he carried me up here. Madam Pomfrey did some blood tests and came back shaking her head. It turns out that I have a form of wizarding cancer, untreatable, in the early stages. The symptoms are loss of appetite, and then weight, insomnia and a low platelet count, leading to a slow to none healing rate, and random bruising. Potter took this worse that I did. I don't actually mind, I mean I always knew that I was going to die some day; it might as well be in the next few years before I have a chance to fade. Not to be morbid, but I have already started to plan my funeral. I want no one from the school to come. They ruined my life; I will not let them ruin my big day. I might let Potter make a speech though, I mean, you can't say anything bad about someone at their funeral, and I would like to see him try to be nice and say positive things about the girl he torments.

Speaking of Potter, he was staring at me in pity. I hate pity! He tried to ask me if I was alright, when I stood up and walked out. Or tried to. I fell on him again and landed in a very compromising position. He blushed and helped me up. Madame Pomfrey came back in and told me I could go, as there was nothing she could do for me. She asked James...Potter, to look after me for my remainder time at Hogwarts. He helped me up and carried me back to the dorm. I would have protested, but it felt too...right? I just seemed to fit. On the way back I fell asleep and woke up in the morning tucked in to an unfamiliar bed, naked. Well, he can't change all at once.

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Just incase any of you reader people think that this day is improbable and moving too fast, I had a day just like that once. Without the spells. And the incurable part. I got cured.

Thank you all for your reviews, don't worry, the story will lighten up again, and tell me if you prefer James or Lily's view so that I can continue writing that way.