A/N: Thanks for reviewing! Right now, I have about seven chapters written. I'm glad you liked the story. Posting may be sporadic, though, what with high school to deal with. Enjoy!

JAMES

August 1

Dear Diary,

Well, what do you know! I'm Head Boy!

I'm also James Potter.

I have hazel eyes, forever untidy black hair, and three best friends. Their names are Sirius Black, who we nicknamed Padfoot, Remus Lupin, who we nicknamed Moony, and Peter Pettigrew, who we nicknamed Wormtail. I'm Prongs.

Why these names? Well, poor Remus is a werewolf. Me and Sirius figured it out in our first year. He just had too many aunts dying, parents' sicknesses, and family affairs to go to. They also happened to be conveniently around the full moon. That's why we call him Moony – 'cause werewolves transform at the full moon.

Sirius and I worked out how to become Animagi – people who could turn into animals at will – in our fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm a stag – Prongs. Sirius is a dog – Padfoot. And Peter is a rat – Wormtail. Easy. No one knows about it except for us and Remus. We keep Remus company during his transformations and they're less painful for him.

I do not have, have never had, and probably never will have a girlfriend. I probably never will have one because the one girl who I really want hates me. Her name is Lily Evans, and she also happens to be the prettiest, cleverest, and nicest witch in the school. Well, she's nice to everyone in the school except to me. I think she hates me even more because she realizes that I like her.

I kind of don't blame her. Me and Sirius did have a habit of hexing people just because we can, but lately I've realized that it's sort of immature. I don't think I'll be doing it any more.

Oh, and one more thing. Sirius lives with me and my parents. His parents are these really evil-type pureblood supremacists. Also his brother Regulus. And Sirius isn't like that at all. The last straw was when he got put into Gryffindor. They're all Slytherins except for his favorite cousin Andromeda. She was a Ravenclaw. (She got disinherited because she married a Muggle-born, Ted Tonks. He's nice – I've met him more than once.) So Sirius's parents hated him even more, and finally he couldn't take it anymore and ran away.

Me and Sirius and Remus and Peter are the biggest troublemakers in the school. That's why I can't believe that I'm Head Boy. Maybe Dumbledore gave me the post as a guilt trip so I won't play as many pranks.

Well, we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get our books. I don't think that I'll have time to write in here until school begins.

Oh, I forgot to write something. Lily Evans is Head Girl. Oh no.

Bye.

James

September 1

Dear Diary,

Well, we're back at Hogwarts! It's great to see Remus and Peter again. We had fantastic summer holidays, but it's good to be back.

Dumbledore gave me and Evans a whole speech after the feast. We were too tired to really listen. The only thing I heard was that he said that he expects us to have a new sense of responsibility, which I think was directed at me. Merlin knows that Evans is responsible enough to take care of all British wizardry, let alone Hogwarts.

Anyway, the hint is that I'm too tired to write anymore.

Good night.

James

September 5

Dear Diary,

Today was okay. I mean, Transfiguration was easy, as usual. And so was Charms. All McGonagall and Flitwick did was elaborate on how hard the N.E.W.T.s were and everything. And then they gave us a load of homework. Bloody teachers.

Right now I'm under the big tree that we like. Sirius, Remus, and Peter are talking. I think it's about the next full moon. But I'd rather write.

I managed to get past the first day without one prank. It took all my self-control. But I won't be able to last for long.

Evans is sitting by the lake writing in some little Muggle notebook. Wonder what. Maybe ways to get back at me for asking her out for three years in a row. Well, I won't do it this year. I have come to the conclusion that if I expect to get through this year alive, I am NOT GOING TO ASK LILY EVANS OUT. How will the school function if the Head Girl hates the Head Boy?

Maybe I should make an experiment to see if it would.

No, there I go again. More like maybe I'll just be a bachelor for the rest of my life.

Anyway, Evans is walking towards us and if she catches sight of one sentence in this diary, I'll never hear the end of it.

James