(A/N) Okay. Just to clear a few things up: I did not "Haphazardly" throw in the cancer part. That is exactly how I reacted when I found out that I had a life threatening illness, and if anyone else reacted differently, then really, I can't write about it because I don't know. And no, James didn't rape Lily. He's not that ooc! He just undressed her. He was trying to look after her, and she wouldn't be very comfortably sleeping in her clothes. Read "in her underwear" for "naked", if you want. And hating the Dark arts doesn't mean that he is a good person. We all read what he did to Snape, he humiliated him, and I'm just making him hate Lily as much. Sorry to be so snarky and I hope that that cleared up a few things for people. I really don't mean to be so bad, I try! Really. cough

To the Fiction mobile, Batgirl!

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Dear...Diary,

Sorry I didn't write for a few days, nothing really happened. Somehow, my news got out to the whole
school, a third year Huffelpuff heard our conversation and told her friends. Now everyone is treating me like I am
a piece of glass, the teachers don't even call on me in class, if they can help it, any more. James is the worst though.
I have given up my futile attempts to hate him, and call him Potter; you might be pleased to know. He looks far too
good in his pajamas for me to stay mad at him. You try being angry at a six pack, it's damn hard. They are just too
charming for their own good. Ah, the memory of him getting ready for bed is a good one. It's going in the pensieve.

Who am I, and what have I done with Lily Evans! If he ever reads this diary, I may just have to resort to
drastic measures. Such as obliviating him, which would be bad, because I am really not that good at subtle spells,
and may end up erasing his childhood. Oh well, I can't have been that good, for him to end up like the ….very
nice… person that he is. (Just in case he is reading.).

Back to my tale of sorrow and woe. James is following me everywhere. He is taking his new role
FAR TOO SERIOUSLY. I have tried to tell him that I am perfectly capable of minding my self, unfortunately
for me, as I was announcing this, I walked into a wall. How embarrassing. He even came to a meeting of the
rock and roll society. He head banged for me! How sweet. I mean, loserish (you can't use that word, that's a
lilyism.)

The Rock and Roll society (We thought that society sounded a lot more mature that club, so we
changed it.) did me a feck load of good though. This may shock some people (Get ready to gasp) but I actually
prefer the company of Slytherins so much more than I enjoy Gryffindors. They are just so much simpler. You
can trust them to always do the dishonorable thing. I like that in a person. Makes life a hell of a lot more fun for
me. It is lucky that I enjoy the company of Slytherins, because four out of the eight people in the club are from
that noble house. There is also myself and Sarah, a Huffelpuff called Jane who has a penchant for drums, and a
Ravenclaw named Jimmy Paige, who rocks my world, musically. That guy is a LEGAND. (He is giving me lessons;
I got a guitar over the summer. It is the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. Ever.)

James, once he got over his unreasonable fear of Slytherins, turned out to have a natural talent for bass.
I must clarify; the r n'r society is trying to get a band together to play at the next school dance. Headmaster Dippet
doesn't really like our type of music, but professor Dumbledore comes along to meetings sometimes and rocks out
with the rest of us. He was the one who convinced Dippet that we should play at the next dance. I'm on vocals!
Sarah doesn't like to be on stage so she is doing our costumes. James was actually surprisingly fun to be with. I am
so confused about him! For five years he treated me like dirt, and now he is looking after me, and I like it! I think I am
finally coming around to the James that his friends see, and I like it. I might even start to consider him as a friend. But
I'm still kind of hurt after, you know, the torment. I suppose I wasn't the nicest…crayon in the box. Darn, that backfired.

James has changed so much since I heard the news. I am still unsure about my feelings for the whole thing;
I mightn't die for another ten years though, so I have all the time in the world. On the other hand, I won't be able to see
my grandchildren, assuming I have children before I …go.

Back to James. He is making sure that I eat every day, and insists on carrying my books to every class.
I can bloody well take care of myself! But…I kind of like the feeling that he cares. Just today, I got a head rush
from standing up too fast, when he noticed I was wavering, he carried me to my next class. Damn those quidditch
muscles! At first I protested, but once I saw that resistance was futile, I gave in. Apparentlythe sight of him carrying
me around the school has sparked of a lot of rumors, and the female population of Hogwarts is very angry. Ah well.
C'est la vie.

As I said, not a lot is happening right now, but when it does, diary, you will be the first to know. Right
now I am going off to write to my parents, I haven't heard from them in a while. I suppose that I should add in a little after
note for petunia, I can't help feeling sorry for her, so bitter, and with such a horrible name! You could not turn out to be a
nice person with a name like Petunia. I know that they say a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, But if a rose
was called a turnip, I really don't think they would be the symbol of love.

Well, talk to you later,

The wonderful, and tragically misunderstood, Lily.

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