Disclaimer: Let's see…I own a five dollar bill, an old packman game that doesn't work, and a pencil I found outside. What do you think the chances are that I also own Harry Potter?

A/N: I'm afraid that my beta will no longer be able to beta for me, so would any of you like to? Until I get one, please don't yell at me for stupid grammar mistakes!

If any of you have any ideas for the story, please share them with me! Right now, all I have is a hazy outline, and there's always room for change.

Concerning my other story: some of my readers have mentioned that you would like to see where Wartime Thoughts goes. When I wrote it, I intended it to be a one shot. I never really considered taking it farther. Hmmmm… Maybe I can extend it farther later, but right now, I just don't have time to work on multiple fics. So maybe in a few months I'll extend it, but for right now, that's all there is. Sorry!

When all else fails, complicate matters.

-My buddy Dan

09/05

Dear Diary,

Perhaps I was too hasty in my assessment that I had no fear of the Marauders. I have discovered that they can be quite frightening.

I was approached today by Remus Lupin, whom I have noticed to be the most logical and peace-loving member of the group. He asked me if I would consider meeting with Potter in an attempt to reconcile our disagreements. I of course, thought this was a good idea, but was suddenly struck by a thought.

"Lupin," I asked, "Whose idea was this?" He attempted to dodge the question, but being the daughter of a senator you pick up a few tricks, and he grudgingly admitted it was his own.

I immediately informed him that I had no interest in pursuing an even that would result with Potter demanding I apologize, and with him required to do nothing. I walked away before he could respond, and I must say, I gained some enjoyment out of seeing a Marauder staring with their mouth open. I do believe I may have been one of the first people to walk away from him in such a manner.

But although this was interesting, I have yet to talk of the "fear-inducing" event.

Not thirty minutes after my talk with Remus, as I was on my way to the library, I was quite suddenly seized and thrust into a nearby broom closet. Obviously I was not seriously injured, as I am writing to you now.

My first reaction was to scream and kick violently, which I did. Unfortunately, my attacker had anticipated this – a silencing charm quickly eliminated the usefulness of screaming, and my kicking proved to be futile, as my captor was significantly stronger that I.

Not that surprisingly, although I thought otherwise at the time, my attacker was none other than Sirius Black. This calmed my panic somewhat. For although I still did not have the faintest idea what he was doing or why he was doing it, I knew I was not in mortal danger.

This thought, I quickly learned, was incorrect.

He grabbed my shoulders and brought his much too-perfect face close to my own.

"Look" he said, "Remus wanted to do this the nice way. I said 'don't bother, Evans won't listen to reason', but he insisted, so I let him do it his way." He brought his face even closer. "Now we're doing it my way."

I was suddenly struck by a ridiculous mental image of Black as a mobster. He already had the speech and glare down, all he required was a cigar and a hat, and he would be the epitome of a mob leader.

He quite un-dramatically pushed me back and made me sit on an overturned bucket. He began pacing the closet, although just how he managed this is still unclear.

"You are going to meet us in the Room of Requirement in three days at 11 o'clock, or else."

He needed to work on his mobster threats, though.

I fancy that I did not lose my composure, and said, "Twenty points from Gryffindor for threatening another student." To this he reacted in a most peculiar fashion – he laughed.

It was a ghastly sound, one of the worst noises that I have ever heard. It wasn't his barking laugh that I have often heard in the common room, nor his low chuckle that he uses in an attempt to seduce a fellow student. This laugh was maniacal, and altogether quite disturbing.

I was very thankful when he stopped that horrid noise, "You can take as many points off as you want prefect." He obviously had no love for the position, "But if you don't come on your own to that meeting, I'll make you come."

"You do realize that I will have to report this to Professor McGonagall." I said.

"Go ahead. What is she gonna do? Take more house points? Detention?" he gave me a grin that I found most unnerving, "I can assure you that none of those things will keep me from making sure that you keep your appointment."

"I refuse to be threatened and coerced in this manner!"

Black then asked me in what manner would I like to threatened and coerced.

It was then that I realized that the door was not locked, and I could leave at whatever time I wished – so I did. He called after me, "Remember, be there or I'll make you!"

So now I must grudgingly admit that I hold a certain amount of fear towards Sirius Black.

Lily Evans

Second chappie up! It's not as long as I wanted, but it's still longer than the first one, right?

Thanks to all my lovely reviewers!

ChloeM: Thanks for the review and adding me to your alert list! Isn't difficultness (Is that even a word? It should be.) wonderful? I hope you keep reading!

Princesstygerlilly: You're honored because I reviewed your story? Awe…you're too nice. Thanks for taking the time to review my story.

Rain-drops-a-hundred-times: It seems like in most lily diary fics (to me at least) she always has an attitude. I thought I would try to flip it and try from a different angle. Thanks for reviewing.

Emeldir aka Finduilas: My roommate's obsession with Pride and Prejudice inspired the wording. It's not as formal as that book, but still not as casual as most diary fics I've seen. Thanks for reviewing. As to James finding her diary…only I know the answer to that!

The agreement still stands: Review mine, I'll review yours.