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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.
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The Diary of Lily Evans Chapter Five
A Corridor Near the Potions Room – Me…. panicking
Oh Merlin. I don't know if I can handle this. I have to spend hours in the same room with James. Yes, yes I know that he's in the same classes as me…but this is different. We'll be alone.
Except for Sirius.
Won't that be fun?
Urgh…I may rip out this bright pink hair of mine. It's all it's fault anyways. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't pink.
Chelsea wants me to use a spell that will work like a recording device. Apparently I don't even have to keep the book open, it just has to be near me, and so I can have it shut in one of the pockets of my robes. She also warned me that it would pick up on my thoughts. I may as well try it, right? Otherwise Chelsea will get all "You have to document your life ACCURATELY!".
She's mental, that one.
Alright…here goes…
Documentarium Spell: Recording >
"Testing, testing," said Lily Evans, staring at the words as they appear on the page of her diary.
"Wow," she exclaimed quietly as she placed the diary inside the pocket of her robes. She paused, and then pulled it out again.
"Wow."
Lily Evans was always a bit slow to catch on.
"HEY!"
She also had a bit of a temper.
"Shut up," she snapped angrily as she stuffed the diary into her pocket rather unceremoniously.
Lily walked down the corridor and towards the Potions classroom and there, to her utter horror and slight anticipation, awaited two boys, both with vivid pink hair.
"You're late, Evans," Sirius commented, a smug smirk on his face. Lily simply pushed past them and into the classroom. There were buckets full of warm, soapy water and several sponges along with a row of filthy cauldrons.
"Dumbledore came by a few minutes ago and told us the Slughorn wants us to scrub the floor as well," James said as the three of them approached the awaiting cleaning supplies.
"It's Professor Slughorn, Potter."
"Can't you call me James?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"BECAUSE I SAID SO!" Lily yelled, her temper rising.
"Hey, cut the lover's spat. I don't want to spend my entire Saturday night cleaning. Now come on," Sirius ordered. The others stared at him in slight shock. James stepped forward and placed a hand to his best friends forehead muttering, "No fever…hmm…"
"Potter, Black has a point for once. Come on." Lily said, already grabbing a bucket and sponge and setting to work on a nearby cauldron. James and Sirius soon followed suit. It was quiet for a while. That is, if a while is a few minutes.
"Lily?"
"What, Potter?"
That's when a devilishly handsome smile crossed onto James' face and from behind his back he pulled out a lily flower.
"A pink lily for a pink Lily."
"I wouldn't be pink if it wasn't for you," Lily snapped, turning away from him. James sighed.
"That's just a technicality. And besides, the prank was all in good fun."
Lily turned around, glared at him and spoke slowly, "I liked my hair the way it was."
Sirius stopped scrubbing, hearing the dangerous edge in Lily's voice.
"Well I could change it back," James offered.
Lily, who had turned around and started scrubbing her cauldron with enough force to start rubbing away the metal, turned back around to face him.
"Now you can't. You have to forgive me for turning your hair pink. It's an involuntary action for it to turn back to normal. Dumbledore said so."
"But I do forgive you."
"Then why, Potter, is my hair still pink?"
By now, Sirius was sitting on a nearby desk, watching the two as if it were a movie. He even magicked a bag of popcorn for himself.
"It's not. Look. It just changed."
Lily pulled a strand of her hair forward and looked at it.
It was still pink.
"Potter you prat, it is not!"
James was smirking.
"Oooo you're insufferable!" Lily exclaimed, glaring and picking up a sopping sponge and throwing it and James, hitting him squarely in the chest. Sirius hopped up from his seat on a nearby desk.
"Prongsie, my bestest pal, you're not gonna take that are you?" he asked.
"No Padfoot, I'm not," James said with a devilish smile as he picked up the sponge she had thrown at him and threw it right back at her. She squealed.
"Potter! Don't get me wet!"
"You, my dear Lily, should have thought about that before you threw a wet sponge at me."
At that very moment Sirius and James both picked up their buckets of water and dumped them on her head.
"YOU'RE BOTH DEAD!" she screeched, charming several sponges to pelt both of them. The entire room was soon covered in soapy water and random soap bubbles floated about in the room. James chose a moment when Lily was busy fighting off Sirius to run right at her and pin her to the floor.
It took a moment for Lily to register that she was indeed lying on the soapy floor and that the heavy weight on top of her was indeed James Potter. She froze for a moment, realising how close their bodies were and how ragged their breathing was. She glanced at James' hazel eyes for a moment and a million images flitted through her mind but she couldn't quite register them all.
'Oh my gawd,' she thought frantically. She began to struggle, "JAMES! Get off of me!"
James didn't move. He stayed where he was, pining her arms to the ground with his hands and the rest of her body with his. Lily froze and gulped, realising her slip up.
"You called me James," he murmured quietly. It was at that moment that Sirius walked over and dumped two pails of water on them both.
"PADFOOT!" James exploded, getting up off Lily. Lily, stood up, shaking slightly and as she tried to brush some stubborn bubbles from her robes, her red hair fell into her face. Yes, that's right. Her red hair. It was back to normal. She quickly looked up at James and Sirius seemed to notice at the same time.
"Jamesies," he said, drawing out the name much longer than necessary as a smirk spread over his face, "It looks like Lily's forgiven you fro being an insufferable prat."
James, his hair not being long enough to see without the aid of a mirror glanced at Lily who was blushing and staring at her shoes. James, noticing Lily's hair and how much he had missed seeing the glorious colour, looked back at Sirius who was now holding a small, handheld mirror out to him. And sure enough, James' hair was it's normal, jet-black colour. He ran a hand through his sopping wet and slightly soapy hair. In actuality, they all resembled slightly drowned rats. It was a fantastic chance of luck that Lily's diary came with a special charm that didn't allow it to get wet.
James turned and smiled at Lily, who was steadily sharing more and more qualities with a tomato. In an effort to save her dignity, she forced herself to look up at him and allow a small smile to grace its self on her features. James them turned to Sirius who was glaring at the mirror in his hand.
"Lily!" Sirius exclaimed angrily, "My hair is still pink!"
He pointed at his hair to emphasis the point.
"I realise that Sirius."
"But you changed James' back!"
"You dumped water one me."
"So did he!"
"It's the principle of the thing, Black."
"I'll tell you what it is. It's favouritism. THAT'S what it is."
Sirius suddenly got a look in his eyes and came cloder to Lily and started inspecting her head.
"Um, Padfoot, what are you doing?" James asked warily, as Lily was too stunned to say anything.
"I'm looking for evidence of a lobotomy. That's the only thing that will explain this whole fandango."
Lily smiled and shook her headas she cast a spell on herself to dry her hair and clothes.
"I trust you boys can finish up? I have Head duties to attend to," she said.
And with a passing glance at both of them, she exited the room.
James smiled to himself before he charmed himself dry and began finishing their cleaning. Sirius, on the other hand, who was not intoxicated by Lily as James was, glared bitterly at the door that she had just left through.
"Yes. Definately a lobotomy."
And Lily, who had been waiting just outside the door, waiting for the spell to finish, shook her head again, and ended the spell.
Documentarium Spell: Terminated >
The Gryfindor Common Room – Sitting in the comfiest chair EVER while I pretend to do my homework
So that's why you look all glow-y and happy today. It's not just that your hair's back to normal like you told Alice. It was the close proximity to you're husband.
He's not my husband.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hee, hee, hee, you have the stupidest smile on your face. All he did was pin you to the ground Lils.
Yeah, I know. But he felt so…strong…and he smelt so nice. All clean and fresh.
Uh, Lily, that was probably the soapy water that both of you were covered in.
Chelsea, don't ruin my moment.
All right, all right, I wont.
Isn't he wonderful? He's sitting there, with all his friends and he just looks so relaxed and his shirt's slightly undone and his hair's all dark and tousled and it looks like he just showered cause he did just have Quidditch practice and he's playing with that snitch and---
Lily? As much as I love how happy you are and embracing how much you love your husband, I get the idea.
This IS my diary, Chelsea.
With commentary by the amazing Chelsea Fanrae.
Mhm…whatever. I think I'm gonna go to bed. I feel tired.
All right. Do you mind if I keep your diary? I want to write a bit in it. You can read it later.
Yeah, sure, go ahead. From the amount of writing you've done in this thing, it's practically half yours anyway.
Thanks Lily.
Mhm, your welcome. Night.
Night.
The Gryfindor Common Room – A brief entry by Chelsea Fanrae
Ah Lily, my bestest friend (even though you are a nut case), I felt that I should take it upon myself to write you a little note you see----
OH. MY. GAWD.
You just tumbled down the stairs.
In a river of pink paint.
Oh Merlin. This is not going to end well. The paint is everywhere. It's all over the stairs and now the common room. It just keeps flowing and flowing most likely from our very room.
"POTTER!"
Oh no. James looks shocked. I don't think he expected this. Sirius is cackling. This can't be good.
"YOU THOUGHT IT'D BE FUNNY, DIDN'T YOU? TO FILL MY ROOM WITH PINK PAINT?"
"Lily! I didn't do it! I swear!"
"And WHY should I believe you!"
Goodness…you're covered in paint from head to toe. James is looking down at the floor and re-arranging his glasses.
"Because I wouldn't be that mean Lily."
Gawd, the whole common room is silent.
"Lily, please. You have to believe me."
There's a pause.
"Lily?"
"I can't believe I actually thought you and I could be friends."
And when you said that your voice was so low and calm, it's scarier than when you were yelling.
"Lily! Lily wait!" James yells as he runs after you, but you hex him, and he flies backwards.
Oh Lily, don't do this.
James gets up and looks at me. He looks so, sad and terrified.
"Chelsea. I didn't do it. Honest."
I watch him for a second, and then glance around the room. Everyone looks scared. Even Sirius has stopped smiling. Lily has never been thins angry, and everyone seems to know just how bad things have gotten all of a sudden. I look back at James, his hazel Eyes are pleading with me.
And I don't know whether to believe him or not.
A/N: Ok, before you all attack me with frying pans, I will say this much. If you all review and tell me that you REALLY want to read the next chapter before I leave for holidays and that I should spend my time typing instead of packing just so I can post the next chapter…I may do just that. Oh, and some really nice compliments will work wonders as well. :D