Disclaimer: I don't own it. Wow, I bet you didn't see that coming.

"I don't feel like sleeping," Ron said.

Harry shrugged and got into bed. Then he noticed a red book in his bed. "Hey Ron, we never started reading my mum's diary again.

"That's right," he said.

Late at night, in my room, July 25th (or 26th) 1981

Dear diary,

It's Lily again. Sorry I haven't written for a week. Wait, why am I apologizing to a book? I think I really am going insane. Well, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for not writing. My mum has been working me to the bone! You see I've been grounded for no good reason! And it all could have been prevented, if Potter hadn't shown up! I haven't told you about Potter have I? Well, he's an arrogant, pig-headed, bullying prick, whose soul purpose in life is to make mine a living hell! Well, this story is all his fault.

I was lying in bed, when my mum called to me from downstairs. "Lily, you're father and I are going out for a while, please take out the garbage while we're gone!"

"Aright mum," I called back. Big mistake. A few minutes after I heard the door slam I went downstairs to take out the garbage. I was halfway down the stairs when I saw Potter standing in my doorway. I was so surprised that I tumbled down the steps. I swore under my breath, as I went to face that prick that was standing in my doorway.

"Hello Evans," he said smirking, (smirking, can you believe that? He has no right to smirk at me while he is standing in my doorway). "A bit uncoordinated this morning aren't we?" I was about to answer back when Petunia decided to barge in.

"Witch," she said (that's her nickname for me when our parents aren't around), "mum said to take out the garbage. Maybe your little friend can help you." I was about to say that he most defnantly wasn't my friend, when I was (yet again) interrupted.

"Gladly," Potter answered, as he picked up a box that needed to go to the garbage. I picked up the garbage bag and we made our way to the garbage. Now, I live in an apartment, so the dumpsters are at the end of the long row of buildings (A/N yes, some apartments do have 2 stories, and some do allow dogs). Halfway through our walk I decided to speak.

"Well Potter?" I asked.

"Yes Evans?" he returned.

"Why are you here?" I asked, with every hint of disdain in my voice.

"Well, I've come here to tell you something," he answered, smirking.

"Well spit it out," I said.

"Well, you're Head Girl, and I'm Head Boy," he said smirking again.

I stopped dead in my tracks, and I dropped the bag on my toe, then I screamed. That's right I screamed. And when I say screamed, I mean I screamed! It wasn't one of those short shrieks, I screamed a loud, drawn out, bloody murder scream. In the middle of my scream Potter aparated. Dogs started to bark, and some people even came out of their houses. Including the Figgs. Now, Arabella Figg was a kind lady, who loved cats. Her husband died a couple years ago, and left her with a young daughter named Amelia, whom I've been baby-sitting every summer since she was born. Well, she and her daughter came out after my scream had finished and I began to cuss. "The bloody nerve of that damn son of a bitch! I hope he goes to hell, and comes back so I can beat the shit out of him!" I said this quite loudly, and Mrs. Figg looked completely shocked, and Amelia was laughing. I don't baby-sit anymore.

And as if that wasn't enough, the neighbor's 2 rotwiellers got loose and began to chase me. They chased me all the way to my house, and one even scratched me! I barely made it inside my house, to find Petunia laughing. She had apparently seen the whole thing, and hadn't even tried to help me! Then she pointed to the carpet. I looked down and realized I had gotten blood on my mum's white carpet. Now, my mum is quite the neat freak. Once when I was 7 I had accidentally gotten some blood on the carpet and I was sent to bed without supper and grounded the next day. I realized I was going to get into more trouble, and I fainted.

A couple hours later I woke up to an empty house, in the same spot, on the blood stained carpet. Apparently, Petunia decided I deserved this and she left. I was completely horrified that I had stained my mum's beloved carpet and ran upstairs to get my wand. I came back down and was about to clean up the mess when the door opened. I swung around, accidentally knocking over my mum's favorite vase, and saw Petunia and her beloved boyfriend Vernon standing there. Petunia had a horrified look on her face (she hadn't told Vernon I could do magic), and Vernon had a confused look on his face.

"That's her destructive stick," Petunia quickly lied, "she uses it to destroy things."

Vernon grunted, and I opened my mouth to protest when the door swung open to reveal my mum and dad. My mum immediately noticed the blood and the vase, and screamed.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet. I was about to explain when Petunia opened her mouth.

"Well, Lily broke your vase, but she cut herself while doing it. So I was trying to help her not get blood on the carpet, and she threatened me with her destruction stick. Oh, and she cussed at the Figgs, and left the garbage in the middle of the street."

My mum looked as if she were about to explode. "Lily Marie Evans," she bellowed (I'm sure all of Britain heard her), "go to your room this instant, and do not come down until I tell you to! Don't turn on your radio, or TV, and don't write in that bloody diary of yours! Just go straight to sleep, or clean! NOW!"

My mum only cusses when she's mad, and I've never seen her more mad. Anyway, she grounded me for a week. Every day I have to do chores and run errands. Today I had to clean out the garage and attic, alphabetize all the tapes and videos in the house, clean the cars for every person in the building, and cook dinner, and do the dishes afterwards. You think that's bad? Well, today isn't the worst! Yesterday, I had to buy a long list of things from the grocery store (I had to walk, and the nearest store is 1 mile away, and I had to make 2 trips), clean out the garage, then scrub it from top to bottom, then clean out all the animal cages (we have 4), and chronologically organize all the pictures in the house (we have dozens of pictures in our house! Oh and there was one day when I had to clean Petunia's room, among other things. Thank goodness I'm going to my friend's house for the rest of the summer tomorrow!

This is all Potter's fault! If he hadn't have come, then I would've taken out the garbage peacefully, and gone about the rest of my day. I would not have screamed bloody murder in the middle of the street. I would not have lost my summer baby-sitting job. I would not have been chased by 2 bloodthirsty dogs. I would not have gotten blood on the carpet. I would not have accidentally broken my mom's vase. Most importantly, I would not have had a week from hell, because of punishment! I am going to get Potter for this one, if it's the last thing I do! I'm tired now, maybe I'll write more tomorrow, while I'm at Mary's.

Love,

The vengeful Lily

"Jeez," said Ron, "you're mum really doesn't like your dad."

"Yeah," said Harry. He'd heard that his mom and dad didn't get along, but they had gotten together, right? He hoped that he would find out just how they had gotten together through this book. "I don't feel like reading anymore tonight, let's go to sleep." With that, Harry turned out the light.