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Disclaimer: My name is Shayna. Not J.K Rowling. Psht.

James's POV

Dear Diary,

Wow. I'm writing in a diary. I've never written in one before, but Remus says they "help open up my emotions." Then I asked why, and he just said that Lily has one.

So I wrote in it.

Lily, my one true love! I love her bright emerald eyes, her long, auburn hair, her milky white skin with that little scattering of freckles on top of her nose. And I love the pink flush in her cheeks whenever I make her angry (which is often.)

She always, always, always calls me an arrogant git with no brains at all but I know better. I can see through her soul. She doesn't hate me, she loves me. She's just in serious denial.

It's funny really, the way we're connected. Everyone can see we're in love, but they (especially the girls who simper after me—it's pathetic, really) just don't acknowledge it. Today in Binns's class I was so bloody bored that I decided to write a poem to Lily. Here goes:

Your eyes remind me of bright green frogs

Really nice frogs, though

Your hair reminds me of a blazing fire ready to inflame everything in sight

Which may not actually be all that great, but that's okay

And that milky white skin,

Flawless,

Except for those freckles

But I like your freckles, even if you hate them

And your smartness

You may even be smarter than me!

Except for that one year when I beat you in Charms by a single point

It makes me feel good saying that

I showed it to Padfoot, and, after looking at it for a second, he grinned at me wolfishly and told Wormtail and Moony that I needed to go to St. Mungo's. So I refused to talk to him.

Then he threatened to show it to Lily if I didn't say something.

I hate it when he thinks around me.

I'm pretty sure he gets it from Remus. Moony's the only one whose intellect matches mine even distinctly.

I guess this is why Lily calls me egoistic, but hey, it's not my fault that I'm handsome, charming, smart, and altogether irresistible.

At the end of class—heavens forbid—Sirius actually went and showed the poem to Lily!

Huh. Some best friend he is.

I feared for my life, Lily's an expert shin kicker. And that look she sent me after reading it…I think I'll have nightmares from now on.

So she came up to me and kicked me.

Really. Really. Really. HARD.

I was in pain. REAL pain.

Of course, she smirked and walked off.

She's brilliant, I tell you! No one can be as good a shin kicker as her! I swear, she's one of the most amazing girls ever.

Sigh. I'm in heaven.

So when I was lying on the ground with that blissful smile on my face, Sirius and Remus came to help me up. I refused Sirius's help.

He told me it was for my own good.

Pshht. Whatever.

I had to forgive Sirius eventually, Remus made me. I honestly don't know what's in that guy. He can persuade people so easily. Must be something werewolf-y.

After History of Magic, we had Transfiguration.

And the most WONDERFUL thing happened.

McGonagall is the best Professor on the face of the earth. She's brilliantly brilliant.

SHE ACTUALLY PAIRED ME UP WITH LILY!

And considering Lily is horrible at Transfiguration, it gave me an extra chance to…tutor her.

Evil grin.

We had fun. I kept asking these questions to Lily, to which of course she answered rudely, but you know what?

Hate turns to passion.

WOOHOO!

And passion turns to love.

Or maybe it is love. I don't know. I don't get this love stuff, Remus has to help me.

At the end of class, though, my joy had to be paid. I was black and blue all over. Apparently Lily can kick in other places besides the shin. Which makes her even more amazing, really.

I have to go now. Sirius is reading over my shoulder and I'm scared for my sanity.

See you,

James Potter