Summary: "So, anything about me in that diary?" James asked me. "Only the part that says, 'Die Potter Die'" I grinned.
Chapter One
Diary of a Witch
I've hit an all time high of loser.
On one of the sunniest days, at a Wizarding school, kids are chatting, joking, hexing… what am I doing?
I, Lily Mae Evans, am sitting under the Oak tree, away from friends (I'm not a total geek, I do have friends…) but they're over there chatting and giggling…
I'm writing my life story. So would you like an about the author? Sure you would. You do or else you'd be reading someone else's autobiography of their life as a witch, at magic school, with magic abilities, with evil Dark Lords… no this isn't Star Wars. It's Hogwarts, it's magic… it's me. So you read this, or read another story, take your pick.
Let's see I'm Lily. (Obviously.) I'm 17, highly sarcastic, and love to laugh. No this isn't a dating add… just me. I'm in my last week of school, at Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Boo! I'm a witch. Cackle. Cackle. I have horrible flaming auburn red hair, my eyes are ok- they're incredibly green. My best feature, so I'm told… I'm short, lanky, and pale… oh yea. My friends? Yea, they're the most beautiful people in the world.
Taylor. Beautiful, punky, hardcore, sought after Tay. She's amazing. She's slightly taller than I am, short dark hair with unnatural blonde, and the whole "Threaten me and I'll kill you" thing going on- guys love that. She's the most protective person I know… ok. So that's a lie.
Erin, Erin is definitely something. She's not the prettiest girl, nor by far the ugliest. She's an airhead… but the funniest girl I know. I've voiced more than once she should be an honorary member of The Marauders… any way. She's a stick, she's blonde, slightly buck-toothed, but she'll kick you butt in Potions.
There's Jessie and Paige, the twins. They're not identical thought- thank Merlin. They're smart, giving, and eye catching. They're simply amazing. Jessie is short, with blonde and red hair… and always smiling. Paige is much taller, with light brown hair and always laughing.
I know what you really want to hear about… the boys. I will admit, that in the last six years, Hogwarts has become a breeding ground for gorgeous guys. Like the Marauders: heavenly light shines down :.
Remus. Remmy. My werewolf Marauder who's an unmistakable heart breaker- honestly. He's a doll.
You see, Remiss used to be my heart breaker… sort of. I was in serious like of the beautiful creature. Though after two years of prefect duties, I see he's not interested, and I slowly came to know him as a brother, not a lover. He's my best guy friend though.
Petey Wetey. Peter Pettigrew is not handsome, he's not overly intelligent, and he's not very funny… but he's my friend. He's short and tubby… okay, so the boy borders porky… but he's a sweet little porker.
Bring out the camera and no autographs please. It would only inflate the all ready inflated head of young Sirius Black. Sirius, god of woman, god of mischief, blah blah. I'm sure you know about hi and his gorgeous-ness. Him and his beautiful black hair, glowing eyes of laughter and beautiful body. The girls love him; the guys want to be him. He's one of my best friends, and is known by everyone… probably most popular... tying with one…
James Ian Potter, a major character in my life. I don't hate him, contrary to popular belief. He's not my favorite person, and we often get into yelling matches, (which I win…) but though he's not my favorite- he is certainly everyone else's. Minus the Slytherins of course. James has the whole messy hair, dark, sculpted by God thing… yea.
So what? He's got a thing for me. Drop dead Potter that's my motto. Now, I did hate him, with the power of a million suns, with all the loathing available for me to feel, but earlier this year we came to an… "agreement." I said I'd attempt to be his friend, if he stopped being a bullying toe rag.
I know he's trying… and sometimes I even, perish the thought, enjoy him… but not like that. I denied James Potter; yea you can kill me.
Now that introductions are over… so I'm Lily. Prefect, top student, charms (the subject not talent,) ruler, have the best friends in the world, lover of music, and writer at heart. I may have small sarcasm and anger problem, but we'll get there when that door opens. Probably very soon… since I'm being approached by James right now…
Let me finish… life through my eyes? Sure. No denying it. And even… oh Lord.
"Lily!" James smiled.
"Yes, Potter?" I looked up from my notebook.
"How are you?" James continued to smile his God given smile.
"I was doing fabulous." I grinned with gritted teeth.
"Was? Would you like me to leave?" His eyes looked hurt. I sighed.
"No, have a seat Potter." I patted the ground beside me. He hopped down with a smile.
"How do you think Charms went?" He was referring to the exam we had earlier that day.
"Aced it. You?" I grinned, it was a widely known fact Charms was something James wasn't the best at. He almost couldn't handle it.
"Yea, yea. As long as I'm second to you." He rubbed his hands through my hair violently. I clenched my notebook and went to stand.
"So, anything about me in that diary?" James asked me.
"Only the part that says, 'Die Potter Die'" I grinned.
"Ah yes, yet another normal day…" I heard James sigh and I tried to hide my laughter.
A/n: Yep. I think I like this, I vowed to myself I wouldn't post this story until I had at least 5 chapters written… so I didn't just drop it like I tend to do with other things.
I don't own anything. Duh. Don't say I'm trying to steal any ideas. The new characters are mine, the plot is roughly mine… being as it's hard to be totally original anymore.
If you like it, please read it, comment me, let me know!
If you don't… it's better not to tell me… or I'll get sad.
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