The Diary of Lily Audrey Potter
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Journal of Ginvera Molly Weasley
Authors Note: Um…what can I say? It's been over two months. I'm sorry. It's just been really busy around here. All of my extra-curricular activities have started kicking in (I don't do sports) and it's been, hectic, to put it lightly. Plus, six weeks ago I didn't know if I was going to be sent to a hospital or not. Life hasn't been fun. I also wanted to update sometime in the past week, but with being down, I couldn't.
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
Dedication: To everyone who helped pull me through what happened six weeks ago. You guys saved my life.
Christmas Day, 6:47 PM
The Living Room of the Burrow
So yes, Jay, at a bright seventeen years of age is engaged. Very scary, I know. I fell on the floor, too. I sat there, looking at her combat boots.
"Lily…say something. Please, say something…" I just sat in shock. "Please."
"But—how?"
"Well, when two people—"
"No…but…you…"
"…Yes…?"
"You—wow."
"I know, I'm shocked too."
"Why should you be shocked?"
"Because, Lily, I'm SEVENTEEN! I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO GET MARRIED!" And then, she broke down into tears and cried. Jay just sobbed, tears pouring out of her eyes, all curled up in the fetal position.
Now, I cannot stand crying people. I don't understand why, but crying people just…bother me. Now when my best friend, who never cries, breaks down into tears, I know there is something wrong.
"Jay…what's wrong?"
"N-n-nothing. I'm just…over emotional."
"Really."
"Yes. Now, uh…why don't you go open your gifts? I'll clean myself up, and come down later."
So I gave her a box of tissues, and left her.
Lily
Later, 11:45 PM
The Burrow Kitchen
I was rummaging about the attic for no good reason other than I was bored, and I came across a box marked, "GIN OLD SCHOOL THINGS." I was naturally intrigued, and decided to look inside the box. I found some of Mum's old school books, her old Quidditch team shirt, and her…seventh year diary. It's quite a scary thing, reading my mum's old thoughts, but it also gives you a new insight on her life. This is her first entry:
1 September 1998, 4:56 PM
The Hogwarts Express
And so begins my seventh year at Hogwarts. I know this is no way to begin the first entry of my diar—er, journal, but ever since my first year, I'll admit I've been a tad scared of them. I suppose I shall have to thank Harry for this simple thing, he was the one who ran after me when I opened his gift, and saw this, screamed, and ran out of the room crying. He explained that his gift was nothing but some bits of leather and parchment, he took special care to make sure that no evil crazed maniacs were trying to come back to life through my writings.
And even though I am v. anxious to begin my last year at Hogwarts, I am also a bit afraid. It will be my first year at school without Ron, my brother. He has become a security blanket, I suppose, he was always there, making sure nothing horrid was happening to me (well, except first year, but lets not talk about that).
This is also my first year without Harry. And if I don't flunk this year, my only year. He is away learning how to be an auror, yes, but he still promised to visit me whenever possible. And even my own best friend, Luna, doesn't know about what happened last night. Harry told me that he loved me.
Oh! Someone is coming, and I think it is Luna. I have been DIEING to talk to her, so I suppose I will put you away for now.
GMW
Mum sounds…really superficial, don't you think? Well, you can't think, but don't you think? I never started out that way. I started out saying how my life was horrible and all that crap. Wasn't Voldemort still alive and kicking at that point in time? Then why does she sound so…chipper when a crazy loon is free to kill people? I don't even see why I am bothering with this. I must be really bored to even be reading this.
Lily
December 27, 4:56 AM
Mum's old room
I have spent the last five hours reading Mum's journal. And I must say, it's a bit weird reading what my mum thought about her first time having sex (she loved it). At least I wasn't conceived in Hogwarts, I know my parents were at least nineteen before they thought about children. I think…
Jay wrote to her magical parents about her engagement to Sean, and is waiting to hear back from them. Sean has been spending all his time away from Jay by himself and one can't help but wonder, what does he have on his mind? I dunno, but Potter Manor has been restored to its original condition, and any charges that would have been brought up against Luna have been dropped because of the level of alcohol in her system. Neptune is spending the rest of the holes with his great-gran, and Neville is just…doing something, I dunno.
I only have one week left to read of Mum's journal, I think I'll finish up before grandmum gets up.
Lily
December 28th, 5:56 PM
Potter Manor
We made it home today. I have spent the day making sure my piano is properly tuned, and arguing with Dad on why I would never need to learn how to drive. He is obviously convinced that I need to learn how to drive. I don't think I need to. I mean, what use am I going to have with a driver's license in the magical world? None. And if I wanted to travel in the muggle world I'll just use the tube like I usually do.
But when I pointed this out, Dad had a fit, threw some car keys at me, and said we start when I come home for Easter. Only, he threw them at my eye, and now my eye hurts.
Lily
Later, 6:02 PM
Same spot
I just re-read what I put for Mum's first entry, and I have to say, she sounds kinda…well, like a prep. I have respect for my mum; don't ever doubt that, it's just that, we are two completely different people. We come from two different views of the social spectrum. She was Harry Potter's girlfriend. Sort of like Libby, she dates Blake, this insanely rich bloke who has vacation houses in Paris, New York, London, Tokyo, Madrid, Beijing, and Amsterdam. I mean, we have a vacation house in Wales, and that's it. And well, I suppose that it would make sense that my parents and their friends were insanely superficial.
Anyways, there is a loud pounding on my door…it might have something to do with the Blink 182 I am blasting…I needed to think! Can't Mum understand that?
Lily
Later, 11:23 PM
My room
It was James. He wanted to know what I was up to and how I was feeling. We haven't talked in a while because we have very different lives. James is a jock to put it lightly, and I am a "Goth." No one expects us to connect, and I don't think we do. But that doesn't mean we can't have friendly brother-sister talks.
Anyways, we talked for a while, but I didn't tell him about Mum's journal. It just didn't seem right. We just had the catastrophic events of Christmas, and I don't want to bring something else up that would just—bother someone. I'm sure Mum would get mad, as would Dad and my brothers would read it and find something weird with it.
I sound really—I dunno, I don't think I sound like myself. I think I am missing Hogwarts. I miss the chaos, the weirdness, and the hogwartyness of it. I just miss school and everything about it, I don't belong at home, and I can feel it. Somehow, I know that the walls of Hogwarts will feel more like home than this place ever will.
Lily
Later
My Room
I was skimming through all of Mum's blank pages, and came across this:
12 December 1999, 4:56 PM
Harry's house
I think I am pregnant.
End Note: Oh…cliffy!
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