The Diary of Lily Audrey Potter

Chapter Thirty-seven: Damn the Man!

Author Note: I wrote this chapter in blue. Don't ask. That's all I have to say…

Disclaimer: The other day, I was looking through the paper and saw this classified add: FOR SALE: A PLETHERA OF MAGICAL CHARACTERS, GOES TO THE FIRST CALLER. CALL 1-800-IMJKR. Yeah, right.

Dedication: Have you ever reached the point where you run out of things to dedicate things to? Well…I have. Okay. I have one. The following conversation is COMPLETELY TRUE. THIS IS NOT MADE UP.

Me: I need a dedication for CH 37

Friend: the popeness

Me: the pope?

Me: it works.

Friend: yes

Friend: He always works

So this is for the pope who is no longer with us!

March 24th, around noon

Heath's house

I must have given my parents the slip, because I have yet to be murdered or grounded. This is a record, I must say. Really, it is.

Heath is still sleeping, and I felt like coffee, so I am drinking coffee. It's actually not that bad, I would have expected the coffee to be worse.

Someone is ringing the doorbell; I'm going to go answer it.

Lily

Much later

Grounded

Heath's parents came home early.

They freaked out when I answered the door.

In Heath's shirt.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Claec whispered to me when I opened the door.

"Uh…Heath's girlfriend. Why?"

"My God…Harold…the…the…the boy's girlfriend!"

Mrs. Claec had to be taken to the hospital because she had a minor heart attack. And I think that was because he son showed signs of actually having a life.

And not the fact that there were more "Weirdo's" at the house as Mr. Claec put it so nicely. When Heath saw what happened, he screamed,

"Damn the man!" And went to get cold water.

Needless to say, my parents are pissed.

You want to know why? Because they didn't even know I was gone. They just thought that spending half a day in jail wore me out. No, it just made me scared of old ladies. So, now I am going to sleep, and hope that someone tells me how James is doing.

Lily

March 25th, 11:02 AM

The Sitting Room, yeah, we have a Sitting Room

It's not fair. It's really not.

Things like this shouldn't happen to people like me.

WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? WHAT DID JAMES DO?

James…James is a vampire. The night of the second whole moon he attacked a healer and nearly killer the healer. He began screaming, and he had to be stunned with a steady flow of blood being supplied to him.

My brother is a vampire. My boyfriend was suicidal. I might have to go to court. I am most likely going to get kicked out of school. What is wrong here? What did James do to deserve this? Nothing! He did nothing I tell you! And this happens! Stupid Dracula. He could have taken me instead. But no, he had to take my baby brother! And I'm not even allowed to see him!

I really want to see him. He might be a vampire, but even vampires should know that someone cares about them. Even if that person wants to kill Dracula. And there is no known cure for vampirism. No potion that one can take to calm the vampiric effects without dieing. My brother will never be able to go back to Hogwarts. He will never be able to play quidditch again. He will be able to do nothing. And James doesn't deserve to have this happen to him.

No one does.

Lily

Later

My room

I've been sitting in my room, composing a letter to deliver to James. They say that I can write him letters. And now that he is a vampire, no one is allowed to visit him.

This whole time, the wizarding world is thinking what a disgrace the four of us are to my parents. That's the one thing about being Harry Potter's child. The media is obsessed with you. I have been labeled the "Rebel Misfit." And reporters can't wait until I turn eighteen so they can get interviews with me without my parents freaking out.

And somehow it leaked out that James is a vampire, and the press is having a field day. Dad is ready to move the whole house hold to the basement and cover the windows, because he can't even go outside to get the muggle paper and mail without twenty light bulbs going off, and the muggle police knocking on the door, asking why there are strange people dressed like stuffy old women with odd cameras standing on our front garden. Not to mention that we are still waiting to hear what Dad and I will get charged with for ruining a street light and a fire hydrant.

Add on the fact that Remus got his head boy position revoked and given to a Slytherin, the press is going nuts wanting to find out what kind of mayhem we cause at school. They also found out that I started the fire in the common room, and everyone was calling me a pyro for weeks in the papers. Sirius is the only one leading a slightly normal life; the media gets him off as a playboy because of how many girlfriends he has had.

So in short, its crazy being a Potter child, and I'm not looking forward to going back to school to cause some more pandemonium.

Lily

April 12th, Noon

Great Hall

Sorry it's been so long, I misplaced you, and left you at home, and Mum just now mailed you to me. One of the fifth years next to me is having a mental breakdown next to me, and is crying because she just found out she got a detention.

"But…I didn't deserve it!" She's crying. I guess she was freaking out over her O.W.L.S. and snuck into the library last night and was caught. She's bawling now, and a third year just offered her some bacon.

"Why is there bacon at lunch?" She's screaming. I think the third year's terrified of her now.

"Hey, Jamie, calm down. It's gonna be alright." Great, her friend is here. I was worried that I was going to have to calm her down, and we all know how much I suck at that.

Lily

Later, Dinner Time

Great Hall

Heath is eating lunch with me, and he's wearing short sleeves. My brothers are sneering at him, making horrid jokes about his scars, Bray is making out with Drew and Jay is at the Slytherin table, doing what normal people do at dinner, which is eating.

Hold on, I need to punch Sirius.

….

Okay. I'm done punching him. He has a black eye, but the teachers have given up on us, we only have three months left here, and they've given up on disciplining us.

Crap. I have peer counseling today. Stupid Hermione and teachers who are obsessed with making me "normal."

Lily

Later

Common Room

I had a joint session with another person in peer counseling. You know who that other person was? Heath.

My boyfriend is in peer counseling as well. Dumbledore put him in it after he tried to commit suicide last year, and he's been in it ever since. It's sad, really. He talked about suicide, and how it's been three weeks since he last cut, (I guess his parents freaked out on him when they came home to find me there) and his hopes of improving. I talked about how much the press annoys me. Pathetic, really.

I'm really taking a back seat in Heath's cutting issue, but I really don't know what to say. What do you say to someone who feels so incredibly worthless that they would mar their own skin—their own body—just to make themselves feel better? What do you say to that? I have no idea! I don't know how to handle anything!

My brother's a vampire! James is a vampire! I can't see him for one year. ONE YEAR. There is nothing I can do for him—nothing. I haven't seen my brother since he was attacked back in February, and its APRIL FOR MERILN'S SAKE!

Heath—he tried to die! He's the most wonderful person I know, and he wanted to die. How do you expect me to react? Because I most certainly don't know how to! Every time I hold his hand, I can feel scars, EVERY TIME. And it just…makes me feel like crap because he doesn't love his life. And people who do love life make his hell. And there is nothing I can do.

I feel so helpless.

Lily

April 16th, Lunch

Library

To get my mind off of everything I am immersing myself in school work. I'm on my sixth extra-credit essay for Potions, and I might have all ten done by dinner if I skip Divination. It sounds like a plan.

Heath has been getting a lot of hate mail from his parents lately…all of which he has burned.

The teachers are becoming insane about graduation, seeing as it is two months away. We are making a time capsule that we will put one thing from our seventh year in. Libby and her group are deciding to put eyeliner in the time capsule because,

"Even lumps of soggy metal should have to look good. I mean, it is going to have my name on it!"

Please, shoot me.

Everyone else is deciding to put wonderful things in the capsule, but what do I have to put in it? Hermione said it'll be a while before we have to make a final decision, so I suppose I'll think about it later.

Bray and Jay are heading my way with weird looks on their faces.

Lily

Later

Common Room

Operation: Revenge on Libby begins at midnight. Jay and I are sneaking into the Hufflepuff dorms and charming her hair. Bray is working on the potion that will turn her boyfriend into a giant spider, and we will work on the squid thing at lunch tomorrow. This is going to be great.

Lily

I don't care how you WRITE in this STUPID THING!

Lily—your middle name is Audrey…well, well, well….
I have had it! People won't stop laughing at me you freak! CHANGE MY HAIR BACK NOW! OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE THIS DIARY AGAIN YOU LOSER!

God, and your not even a pure-blood. You're not worthy enough to even write about my simply CHARMING eyeliner. Its pink, its fab!

So anyways, FREAK! CHANGE MY HAIR BACK NOW, OR I CONVINCE YOUR BOYFRIEND TO COMMIT SUICIDE!

Libby

End Memorandum: So…the revenge is in tact! Woo hoo! I sincerely hoped that you liked this chapter. It's not…happy, I guess, it's actually quite depressing, but it works.

Please review, as it makes me very happy!