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Summary: So what goes on inside the brilliant mind of a certain Lily Evans? She's Head Girl…she's respectable…she's intelligent…she writes an awful lot about a certain dark haired boy….and she's most likely going slightly insane.

A/N: Yay! You have no idea how happy I was when I received reviews! I literally squealed with delight! Well actually, I bet any fellow writers out there know exactly what it's like, don't you? Hehehe…It's quite splendid. smiles But enough of my happy rambling, here's the next chapter!

The Diary of Lily Evans - Chapter Two

The Great Hall – The Gryffindor Table

You should have heard the whispers when I came into the great hall. My hair is the same violent (yes, I said violent. It's that bright) that Sirius' was.

The same violent pink that matches my fluffy pink slippers.

James Potter will pay. It was all a set up. I know it was. He made it so when I changed Sirius' hair back, my very own hair would change colours. Brilliant, yet deviously evil.

VERY, VERY EVIL!

Oh look, pudding…

First Day of School – History of Magic

Ok, sorry about that, I really needed to eat the pudding. I needed comfort food. Then Chelsea whisked me off to the dormitory so that we could catch up with a few of our other friends. Chelsea found my pink hair highly entertaining. So did Samantha and well…the entire school. During dinner Chelsea would eat for a bit, then glance at me and snort with laughter rather loudly into her plate of food. Isn't she nice?

After I found out that James turned my hair pink I tried to confront him. He had disappeared of course, as the train had just stopped. The Marauders were probably the first ones off. He'd better watch his back

Why he needs to, I haven't exactly planned yet. I'm hoping Chelsea will help.

I just have to be evil and devious. I can be evil and devious.

Seriously I can.

You? Evil and Devious? Miss. IF-I-DO-SOMETHING-WRONG-I'LL-DEVELOP-AN-ULCER-AND-PROBABLY-HAVE-A-HEART-ATTACK-WHILE-I'M-AT-IT wants to be evil and devious? Has that pink hair affected your brain?

I would appreciate it Chelsea if you didn't write in my diary.

Why? It's fun. You can title it 'The Diary of Lily Evans (with commentary by Chelsea Fanrae)' It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

STOP WRITING IN HERE! You think you're all special because you can magic your words on to my page; well I'll just charm it so you can't!

I see that your charm worked very well.

Oh be quiet. Now, as I was saying, I need to think of a plan.

Oh yes. An evil and devious one, right? Hey, what did you write on the train? Can I read it?

No you CANNOT read it.

Why?

Because.

Because why?

Because I said NO! And stop smirking at me like that. Professor Binns will notice and we'll get in trouble.

I think Lily has a SECRET!

STOP SMIRKING! WE'LL GET IN TROUBLE!

Professor Binns wouldn't even notice if someone jumped up on their desk and started to hula dance. Now let me see the book.

No.

I invoke my right as best friend and therefore order you to hand over your diary.

NOT A CHANCE.

Well then, I'll just have to take it from you…

Oh no, don't you DARE!

Watch me.

I am NOT going to let you ----

My, my, my, what's all this about a certain Mr. Potter feeding you grapes?

You just had to 'accio' it to you, didn't you? I SIT RIGHT NEXT YOU! I expected you to just grab it…

The element of surprise is crucial in these things, dear Mrs. Lily Potter.

DO NOT CALL MY LILY POTTER!

Why not? It's what your name will be when you two get married.

I AM NOT GOING TO MARRY HIM! HE TURNED MY HAIR PINK!

Yes you are going to marry him. And it's your own fault that I know about the grapes scenario. I DID tell you that this diary would be your downfall. Have you said good-bye to your dignity? Cause I think it's all gone. The way your face has gone all red from these words appearing on your page confirms it.

Oh sod off.

So feisty.

There's the bell. GOOD BYE.

After Classes – The Gryffindor Common Room

Chelsea hasn't noticed I'm writing in here. She's busy flirting with some sixth year who is just staring at her chest in fascination. I don't know why she insists on writing in here. IT'S MY DIARY. I CAN WRITE ABOUT WHATEVER I WANT.

SO WHAT IF I WANT GRAPES FED TO ME BY JAMES POTTER!

But I DON'T anymore because he TURNED MY HAIR PINK.

I will strangle him. The second he walks in her I'm going to throttle the life out of that dark haired ---

Talking about your husband?

Go away Chelsea. I told you to STOP WRITING IN HERE!

Oh you're just being emotional. Now what's all this about throttling your husband?

HE IS NOT MY HUSBAND.

Yet.

Shut up.

You know, it could have been worse. I bet if you ask nicely he'll change it back.

I highly doubt that.

Oh look here he comes now. Just go and----LILY!

A/N: What will Lily do! Oh the suspense! Anyways, well, this will be my second post of the day, but I wrote the first chapter a while ago, so it doesn't seem like it. For those of you who may be confused to how Chelsea is writing in the diary it's using a sort of thought spell. She points her wand at the page and as she thinks the words, they appear on the page. I hope you like it. This is still sort of setting the scene for the rest of the story.I should also mention that some odd things have been happening when I've uploaded this chapter. I appologize for any typos or other errors. I've tried desperately to catch them all. Please review!

Reviewer Responses!

BlueWater26: YAY! My first reviewer! I'm glad you can relate!

Faleron: YAY! My second reviewer! I hope this gets a few laughs too! I'm glad you liked Sirius' pink hair! (chuckles, knowing something this reviewer doesn't…)