January 12th

It's Petunia's birthday today. I sent her some Tooth Flossing String Mints, and some Willowing Water Lilies. Ha. I forgot to tell her that when you water them too much, they squirt water at you. She always waters things too much so they droop and drown and die.

We've invited Patrick to come hang with us at the lake today. Well, I've invited him, but Naomi is oblivious to the fact. I just told her to dress in her best clothes because it's the only time people will see you looking good and notice you. Blatant lie, she's gorgeous, so everyone notices her anyway. Especially Patrick.

I have to admit, I went out with him in the fourth year. He dumped me for Gwenyth Jones in Hufflepuff. But now he's single, and I think I gots a little more matchmaking to conjure up… Of course Love Potions are banned at Hogwarts, but I did find a tricky little spell called the Rose-Tinted-Glasses Enchantment, so the "wearer" of the glasses sees the other as perfect, but against my better judgement, I decided not to use it. Love is a tricky little game and you got to catch it with both hands.

AUTHORS NOTE - I AM SKIPPING AHEAD BECAUSE I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE ABOUT. IT IS NOW APRIL AND A MONTH UNTIL THE N.E.W.T EXAMS. NAOMI AND PATRICK ARE GOING OUT AND ANNA AND REMUS HAVE BROKEN UP. LILY AND JAMES ARE TOGETHER AS ALWAYS THOUGH. ANY IDEAS/CRITICISM WOULD BE APPRECIATED. READERS, THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMENTS AND PLEASE TELL PEOPLE ABOUT MY FANFIC! THNK U ALL! XxX

April 15th

James is unusually quiet today. He got a letter, which after reading, he left the breakfast table and didn't return to see any of us until dinner. Even Sirius doesn't know what is going on. He won't talk to anyone about it.

April 17th

This is so great. It's my birthday tomorrow, and I have a mock Defence Against The Dark Arts NEWT tomorrow! How unfair is that? But we're going to Hogsmeade today - give people a chance to get me a birthday present, if they haven't done already…

I wonder what James is getting me… I've reminded him often enough. Of course, my Hallowe'en charm bracelet rarely leaves my wrist. Maybe he'll get me some more charms?

He keeps getting this look on his face, as if he's annoyed with me. With everyone. It hurts a little, but I'm sure its nothing. It's being going on for a couple of days now though. Ever since he got a letter. But, if something was bugging him, he'd tell me right away.

Right?

He missed most of the lessons on the 14th. Said he was in Dumbledore's office. He didn't say anything, but I could tell he'd been crying.

But I decided not to say anything.

We're all going now, to Hogsmeade. Write later.

Later

How can he be so stupid? I feel as if I could really pull his stupid fat lip over his head and make him swallow it. I really could. I mean, what is so great about Quidditch? Yeah, so what if he caught the Snitch within five minutes of the start of the match? SO WHAT? He doesn't have to entertain a bunch of simpering girls and act like I'm not even THERE let alone him act as if we're not going out.

And he didn't even notice! I was pretty disappointed but hid it as we walked to the Hogs Head for a Butterbeer. And even then he just sat there and mooched about, shrugging me off

Until Snape came along.

'Well, well' he said softly as he passed. 'If it isn't Potter and the Mudblood.'

James and Sirius stood up sharply.

'What did you say?' growled Sirius.

Madam Rosmerta was eyeing them beadily. James had noticed.

'Whoops,' leered Snape. 'Seems I've struck a nerve.'

'What the hell did you say about Lily?' demanded James angrily. I sensed his resentment and stood up beside him.

'Temper, temper.' mocked Snape playfully, a snide grin hovering over his face. His posse of cronies sniggered appropriately.

'If you want to say anything about me, you can say it to my face, Snape.' I said defiantly.

'You must be desperate. Is Evans the only one you've got to stand up for you because you can't do it yourself?' Snape's grin spread broadly. 'I would have thought that the legendary James Potter would have been able to pull a lot more than a filthy little Mudblood.'

Remus stood up and held back James. Sirius snarled and leapt on Snape. My drink dropped from my hand as I raised my hand.

SMACK. Snape's nose cracked under my flailing fist. I heard a crunch of satisfaction as Sirius sunk his fist into Snape's stomach.

'Enough! Enough! All of you!' shrieked Madam Rosmerta sending Snape flying backwards with a flick of her wand. Sirius stopped punching thin air and stood, rocking slightly and breathing heavily. I caught my breath and stared at James. He avoided my eye.

'The lot of you are barred! Out! Get out of my pub!' yelled Madam Rosmerta. 'I will not tolerate this behaviour! I am sending an owl to Professor Dumbledore directly! Out, I say!'

Snape stood up gingerly. I strode past the many tables and out of the door. I could hear Naomi running to catch up with me.

'What was that all about?' she said, running to keep up with me.

'You saw.'

'Hey, hey! Wait up.'

I stopped.

'First off, what's a Mudblood? And secondly, what's going on with you and James? You gave him the dirtiest evils I've seen in a long time.'

We sat on a nearby bench and I explained what was going on. She looked at me. She understood, I could tell.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over us.

'What did you do that for, Lily?' It was James.

'Do what?'

'I was taking care of it, then you went and got yourself involved for no reason! I can stand up for myself you know.'

I stared at him with disbelief.

'So you think Snape's right? You think I'm just some filthy little Mudblood of no real importance to anyone? You think I'm just going to stand there and let Snape insult me and my family? And you? What the hell are you playing at? You've been acting like I don't even matter! Today, for example, it was like I didn't exist! Those girls at Honeydukes, when you were bragging about your stupid Quidditch triumphs, and then there in the pub…!'

He looked mad. His glasses were askew and his hair was even more messed up than usual. Angry red blotches had appeared on his cheeks.

'Stupid Quiddicth triumphs? How can you say that? You don't know anything about Quidditch!'

'You're right, Potter. Absolutely right.'

By this time I was on my feet. Remus, Sirius, peter, Anna, Rachel and Naomi were staring at me and James with incredulity.

'I don't know anything, do I?' I continued into the silence as James stood with his mouth half open. I don't know about Quidditch. I don't know about Defence Against the Dark Arts. But I've got people to help me with those things. But I've got no-one to help me with you, Potter. Because I don't know anything about you. I don't know why you've changed, why you don't seem to care about me any more. But, guess what? I do know one thing. I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend.'

With that, I turned and ran back up to the castle. I'd held back the tears at Hogsmeade, but as I threw myself onto my four-poster, they came without any hesitation.