Disclaimer: The characters (well, most of them) aren't mine.

A/N: As I believe I said in one of my other fics, I was recently called by the devil. Well, he called back again... told me that hell was STILL frozen over (this time because someone broke the furnace) and so I should probably update yet again. Well, here you go.

VERY IMPORTANT! I don't want to write the whole seven years. So, this chapter is going to be year one, selected diary entries from the other years, and then into year seven. Why? Just because I can. And because I can't find it in myself to write it all. So I'm trying to hurry this up. Seventh year from this point on will be pretty detailed... that is, next time I update. Grin Which should be soon. The next chapter is the reason I started this story. But don't count on it, I'm me.

All's Fair In Love And War Chapter 4: Of Diaries, Lights, and Fan Clubs

When the girls got back to their room that night, they couldn't stop laughing at the way the boys had dealt with their handicap. "Did you see Potter? Just slid right though! Every single class period!" Lily was holding her sides.

"And Black! Laughing so hard, until it happened to him too... then it wasn't so funny!" Alex dropped onto her bed.

Bella grinned. "Now all we have to do is wait for them to retalia..." As if on cue, the lights went out.

"Is that the best they can do?" Alex snorted in derision. Bella, however, didn't seem so flippant.

"I don't like the dark..." Her voice was singsongy and scared.

"Bella? Are you alright?"

"I don't like the dark..."

And then there was light. Not the magical light that they were accustomed to, but a steady, bright glow coming from Alex's hands.

Lily's eyes were wide. "How do you do that?"

Alex shrugged uncomfortably. "A gift from my parents."

Bella, still shuddering a bit, frowned. "I thought you were muggle-born."

"Nope. I was born into a wizarding family, but they died." She hugged herself.

"I'm sorry." Lily put a hand on Alex's arm.

Alex shrugged. "Why? I didn't know them. I grew up as a muggle, was raised by them, but my parents were magical and they gave me that before they died so I wouldn't be afraid of the dark."

"Oh." Bella smiled. "Well, that's handy."

Dear Diary,


Well, this year is going to be just as bad as last year. I felt so bad for my sister, because I momentarily lost control over the summer and started gushing about how wonderful Hogwarts is. Well, she's taking it well, but I still feel guilty. Lily and Alex are still being harassed by the marauders, but I've gotten out of the prank war. It was too hard on my clothes. There's only one decent guy in this whole school, I think, and that's Lupin. He seems just as fed up with his friends' antics as I am with mine.

The nice thing about this year is more freedom in class choices. Not that I get to take a bunch of slacker classes, but it's better, now that I get to pick a few more for myself. Alex insists that we all take Divination, which sounds sort of interesting, but a bit difficult. Oh well, she's taking Arithmancy to humor me, so I'll live with it.

Bella

Dear Diary,


Fourth year started today, and Potter asked me out fourteen times. That's a record, even for him. Does he think I'm stupid or something? He's got most of the girls our age after him, and he's dated almost every girl in our year (more than one breakup has been because he asked me out with his arm around his girlfriend). I swear to god, he's got a fan club. They've got a secret handshake roll eyes and a regular meeting and "James Potter: Hottest Wizard" buttons. God, they drive me up the wall. They despise me for the simple fact that I don't like him, and while he's chasing me, they think, they don't have a chance for a lasting relationship. I think half of them would prefer me to go out with him, because they all think he'd dump me quickly if I did, and then they could get back to fawning over him. Can you say stupid?

On a happier note, I don't think I'll be having much trouble in school this year. Now that I've dropped divination, I just have to make sure I stay awake in History of Magic and I'll do well. I mean, come on, potions and charms are EASY, even if transfiguration is a little difficult. But that obnoxious bat who teaches Divination kept predicting my death. Apparently, I will be dead by New Years. Well, saves me the trouble of having to keep resolutions then, wouldn't it?

Off to bed, it's late…

Lily Evans

Dear Diary,

It's now sixth year and I'm about ready to kill Black. He has no shame, no sense of right and wrong. Well, that's not entirely accurate. As long as he doesn't get caught, he doesn't care what's right and wrong. Well, ok, that's not fair. He never does anything COMPLETELY unwarranted… but pranking Snape because he's alive is grasping at straws for a reason. He still plays tricks on everyone that he perceives to look at him wrong, and it makes me want to mutilate something… preferably him or what he considers to be a vital part of his anatomy.

As we get more advanced in care of magical creatures, I get more and more worried. I keep scanning the books to make sure that this isn't going to be the year. I mean, technically it shouldn't be, but I heard that you meet vampires your seventh year (even though they aren't really the same as say, unicorns) and so you never know… Five years… just two more to go before I'm home free.

My pillow is calling me…

Alex

A/N: Tada! Review, please.