Hey Everybody! I am so sorry that this took that long! But, I suppose you'll savor it better, aye? And I pray the next one won't be so long in coming. I have to say THANK YOU so much to everybody that is being patient with me, and hasn't completely given up home. Also, thanks to:

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randomguy51

I decided to fix chapter one so Emme is not on the Gryff Quidditch team!

HERE YA GO!

September 10th, 2004

Happy Tuesday mates! I'm in a lovely chipper mood today, as you probably guessed. Why, you ask? The love of my small, centered, teenage life, has finally come to his senses and admitted he wants to shag me senseless! Well, he didn't say that exactly but… it was good enough for me! Who is this mysterious man, you ask? The amazing, very hot with capitals H, O, and T, Logan Mourace. He is the gorgeiest guy I ever did see! He can cheat on me as much as he wants, as long as he keeps snogging me like he did today! I swear I must have positively melted! This is how it went:

Me, boredly staring at a page in a book that I was only looking at because Lils told me to, and I was trying so hard not to bloody fall asleep! And then, that was when Logan, my knight in shining armor, arrived! On a white steed, galloping to my rescue! Haha, just kidding. But he did come into the library, although I doubt that really counts as galloping in on a white steed. He walked straight up to me, and sat down in the seat beside mine.

"Whatcha' reading?" he asked, not really looking interested though.

"Some books Lily wanted me to read."

"Lily Evans?"

"Do you know any other seventh year Lily's who read humongous, boring, books?"

He laughed at my response.

"I guess it would be Evans then." He said, his voice light. "So, I was wondering… We have a double Hogsmeade weekend this month, correct?"

I nodded.

"Would you… go with me to Hogsmeade next weekend?" he asked, and I couldn't hide that grin that spread across my face.

"Is that a trick question?" I asked, and giggled. "Of course I will."

And that, my friends, is when he started to snog me senseless! Oh how wonderful it felt, I am unable to express in words! I felt like I was floating! My heart swells with joy! Yippie! I think I shall float through the rest of the day…

News Flash: The rest of the day sucks. Somehow Sirius found out I am now 'going out' (as he put it) with Logan. He won't quit buggering me about it! Aurgh! Stupid, stupid retarded bloke! He's going to ruin everything I know he will! I just want to get out a chopping axe and decapitate him! Humpf.

September 12th, 1977

Screw Sirius! He can whine and moan all he wants, but the only way I'm breaking up with Logan is if he stops kissing so well! Seriously, though, he's like a pro at it or something. Floats Away

Anywho… It's Thursday! Named after the Norse god, Thor. Ever heard of Thor's hammer? Really big hammer wielded by the great lightning god to create thunder and such. Yup. It's awful funny that I know how the days of the week got their names, isn't it? Actually, that may or may not be right. But at one time I knew exactly who, what, where, and why. I found this wicked book while rummaging through the library today. It's the diary of a woman named Carrabelle Kame, a French witch who immigrated to the states back when Louis & Clark were wandering around, and it's got these really interesting theories about how Indians are magical in their one right and such. Fantabilous! It's really captivating, you know? It's bloody fascinating, too. This woman, Carrabelle, was pure genius! Unlike me, she is a very independent, self-liberated woman who does not give a flying duck about men or their puny, pathetic brains. This lady was way ahead of her time though, and killed by a bunch of Indians who scalped her then burned her body.

Sad, isn't it, that someone so brilliant can be persecuted as such. Care of Magical Creatures time. Later.

After Quidditch Practice

Sometimes, I hate Quidditch. Well, not Quidditch itself, but Quidditch practice. It's as if Boot is trying to murder us all! Running us like dogs! How dare she! Humpf. She's lucky I'm not Quidditch Captain. I'd 'accidentally' send a Bludger right to her head, knocking it right off it's block! I can just see it now, her bloody stump of a head soaring through the sky… Blimey! Think un-violent thoughts! Think un-violent thoughts! I can't bloody help it. If I had an axe, I'd chop her head off with it.

God, I need a shower.

Back.

Riley just walked in. She's playing her ridiculously loud music, and I can't think. Fuck.

-The Emminator

September 15th, 1977

Sorry I haven't written for three days. Been awful busy, really. My date went really well yesterday. We went up to the shrieking shack, and he snogged the hell out of me the entire time. It rocked. Seriously. He smells really awesome, too. Yum. So, anyway… GUESS WHAT? I've got a free period on Tuesday, because the Ancient Runes Professor is sick. No sub! Hurrah! I think we scared off the last one. Oops.

Get this, IDIOT LAURI BOOT SCHEDULED MORE QUIDDITCH PRACTICE! He's insane, I tell you. INSANE! I seriously do not understand what in the world her problem is, but it sure must be hard to pronounce! It's probably like… neurofibromatosis. Wait, no… that would mean she would look like the Elephant Man, or cauliflower. Which, much to my dismay,she does not. Lauriana Boot must be suicidal. I mean, what kind of captain wants to freeze her own bloody arse off in the rain? She's out of her bloody mind! I hate her, I hate her, I hate her times a thousand. Grrness. I am going to boycott Quidditch Practice in the rain. Ha! Take that Miss-I-Can-Make-You-Do-Anything-I-Want-You-To-Because-I-Said-So-Boot!

History of Magic

BLOODY GOBLIN WARS, YET AGAIN! Oh my fucking God! What is Bins problem? Does he seem to forget we're SEVENTH YEARS, not FIFTH? If he weren't already long dead, I'd kill him myself. I'm going to take my nap now.

Zzzzzz…

In The Common Room

Does Professor Instar expect us to be able to make astrological charts for each other in one night? Though, apparently she does because that is our stupid homework assignment for tonight. I have to make one for Cassidy Dokes; some stupid Gryffindor who is a total nutcase. SERIOUSLY. One time, in Care of Magical Creatures, she asked me how to spell her own name. I suppose it must be a Gryffindor thing. Though, to us Ravenclaws, everyone else seems intellectually inferior. BECAUSE WE ARE SUPERIOR!!! Mwahahaha. Pihsst. We wish.

Lily's got patrol duty. She's Head Girl, didn't you know! And would you believe that JAMES POTTER, of all people, got made Head Boy? WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH DUMBLEDORE? Has he gone off his rocker?

This world is insane. Everybody has gone crazy. Must keep my own sanity.

HEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP!

-Emme

September 20th, 1977

Hello, my friend! How are you doing? Oh, I see! Your paper has gotten wet? I wonder why that could be? POSSIBLY BECAUSE MY LITTLE BROTHER SOMEHOW GOT A HOLD OF YOU AND TOOK YOU AWAY!!! The little brat LEFT YOU OUT ON THE BLOODY RAIN! HOW DARE HE STEAL YOU! And more importantly, how did he steal you? He can't get up into the Girl's Dorms.

Wait.

A.

Bloody.

Well.

Minute.

JACLLYN PERKINS. That little bitch. She's a friend of Evan's, so I treat her nicely. HOW DOES SHE REPAY ME? By stealing my diary and giving to my brother to publish for the entire world to see, of course! EURGH!!!!!

Breathe, Emme. BREATHE. Oh, hell. How am I supposed to breathe when almost all of my secrets have been EXPOSED to the entire school! Ohmigod. What if they see the entry about my first time? Doing IT? OHMIGOD. OHMIGOD. OHMIGOD!!!!!!! I think I might as well just, I don't know; hole myself up in my dorm until doomsday? Oh, wait. That's already happened. What if they read about Snape?

THANK MERLIN.

I never thought I would say this, but for once in her life, Lily has really, really, come in handy. Hey, let's look on the bright side. Maybe, Sirius will finally get the message and bug off? Well, not very likely but I guess I can hope. I've already been approached by like, a gazillion people about it though. Mostly girls. Hhmemm. Example.

"OMG!" –squeal from random girl

"How can you not like Sirius Black? –some other girl.

"He is sooo dreamy!" –ANOTHER GIRL.

They won't shut up! Grrrr. I think I will have to kill Evan.

….

I'm so gonna take a shower.

-Emme

September 22, 1977

You know how many times this week I've had to retreat to the loo to escape the masses? THE MASSES ARE MOST DEFINTELY ASSES. Humpf. It's like I'm being followed around by paparazzi, you know? I hate this. Uh-oh. Just got caught writing when I'm supposed to be reading! Later.

Later and a Crisis

Has anyone seen my wand? I've seemed to have misplaced it somewhere between DADA and Astronomy. This is not good. Must retrace my steps. Which should take a very long while, since I took a lot of steps! Today is so not my day, you know?

AHA! I found it. Evil little blighter, it is. Actually, I think I stuck it in that suit of armor because I was ready to hex Malfoy into oblivion because… well, simply because. But anyway, Professor McGonnagal walked by at that precise moment, so I had to put my wand somewhere! I mean, Malfoy was already cursed beyond all recognition. (Thanks to Potter and Co.) I didn't want detention, now did I?

That, my friends, is the difference between Potter Co, and Moi. They get caught, and I don't! Brilliant, isn't it?

In Bed

Our first game of the year is tomorrow! WHOO! We're playing Hufflepuff, so winning is a given. Unless, they do that thing where they say that one of their teammates is in no condition to play, like five hours before the game. Then we'll probably play them, and kick their asses into the middle of next week. YEAHA. Must Sleep.

G'night,

Emmeline

Thanks for reading everyone! Keep your eyes out for the next chapter, which should be coming slightly soon.

Love ya's,

Asch