Disclaimer (won't be put in other chapters): most characters are J.K. Rowling's, some will be of my own creation. (Sorry if things I put in here are from other stories, because I read so many I can't keep track of what's my own ideas and what are other people's ideas.)

Her hair spread out over back as she lay on her stomach, reading a book on the floor. She had creamy skin, no freckles nor zits in sight. She had gorgeous emerald green eyes that glowed with fire when she was angry, and dulled when she was sad. Her hair was waist length and auburn, much to her annoyance. Her name was... Lily Marie Evans...

"Mum, Dad, Freak, I'm home!" shouted Petunia. Just so you know, Petunia, most affectionately called, Tuna, is my older sister by 2 years, she has blonde hair and blue eyes, a long bony neck, and big feet. She is thin like a pencil, and looks as if she'd break if you'd touch her. (She's just getting over her eating disorder, anorexia.) She hates, no despises me, and thinks I'm a freak, because weird things happen when I'm around. Petunia was jealous of me, because I got this cute doll for my birthday when I was 4 and she was 6, so she cut the hair off my doll, pulled out its eyes, and yanked out its arms and legs. While mum yelled at Tuna, I was sitting in the corner crying over the fact that my dolly had died, it suddenly got fixed, as if nothing had happened to it. Crazy huh? Then, mum got teary eyed, and left the room, mumbling something about having a witch in the family after so long... Tuna didn't hear that, she was too busy glaring at me for getting her in trouble and fixing my doll.

My mum has blonde hair and blue eyes like Tuna, but minus the big feet and bony neck. (I'm not going to mention Dad much in this diary, because, what's the point? Dad isn't here that much, he always has some meeting to got to.) Mum was special, she never got truly mad unless you did something that hurt someone else, or did something that just screamed, I need a punishment! She was always there for us, unlike some unnamed people. She was really cool about things like letting us go to sleep overs, and letting us stay out till like 10:00 as long as we were with our friends, or had an adult nearby.

She seemed cool about Tuna having a boyfriend, until she brought home Vernon Dursley. Vernon, or Pig with a wig, (I call him Pig for short) is enormous, hence the nickname Pig. Now, normally I wouldn't care about certain things like how much you weigh, what you wear, or how much you eat, but when it comes to Vernon, that's an entirely different story. Vernon came over for dinner one night, Mum made all these different foods, just to make sure he'd eat, since she wasn't sure what he liked. (She didn't like my joke that it didn't matter if she laid trash on the table, he'd probably eat it...I don't understand why...)

Well, it turns out Vernon liked all the things on the table, and he proved that by eating practically the whole meal Mum provided us with. He didn't even wait until after we said Grace, he just dove right into the food. Tuna just stared at him, while mouthing to us, "Isn't he the cutest thing?" Insert a gagging me, and you'll understand how cute I think he is. He had food spilling out of his mouth, had his elbows on the table, talked with food in his mouth, sloshed food and the punch Mum made, all over our WHITE table cloth that Mum had been given from Granny for her wedding. Mum looked ready to cry, and Dad looked ready to murder him. While I just looked ready to be sick, and I think you can understand why.

After that if Tuna wanted to keep dating Vernon she had to his house. He wasn't allowed in our house after what happened at dinner that night. Thankfully... Unfortunately for me though, Mum decided I didn't have enough friends, so she invited her dear friend, Evelyn Potter over, with her husband Allan, her son James, and his friends. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind them, but you wouldn't like to wake up one day by icy cold water, green hair, and polka dotted skin. (I still don't know how they had managed that.) Otherwise, they're okay, they can be nice, but they are (or at least James and Sirius are) arrogant, and egoistical. Remus is nice, except he doesn't stand up to them if they're bullying someone, or are doing something wrong. Peter... What is there to say about him? He's kind of like a follower, not much else. I don't know how the guys hang out with him, because, he just gives me the creeps. I don't know why, and I feel bad that I do, but there's just something in me that screams, "Danger, Warning!" whenever I'm near him.

James has messy jet black hair, tanned skin, and hazel eyes, he's very protective over his friends, but he is a bit arrogant, and a bully, but he's kind of cute, although if you ever tell him that, I'll deny it vehemently, I assure you I will. Afterwards though, I will think of a million painful ways for you to die.

Great...James and his buddies are here... I better go hide this diary...

Doorbell rings

I paste a smile on my face as I race to the door, on the way I make sure I'm looking like a good little girl. Jean skirt and jacket, white tank top, silver hoop earrings heart locket, charm bracelet. That looks fine, nothing that is considered revealing by Mr. Potter, and Mrs. Potter. Alright, I can do this, I think to myself... Maybe if I think it hard enough I can believe it. (Who knew I'd be so nervous about meeting them? It's only been, 4 years since I've seen them, and maybe I'm just nervous because it's my eleventh birthday, and the Potters love to give surprises on birthdays, most of which I don't like, but I'll deal with it.) Oh, great! Mum just invited them in, and, oh no! Tuna is there and she's glaring at them... Well, here goes nothing... I take a deep breath, and am about to say hello when, something covers my eyes, and someone breathes, "Guess who?", in my ear. sigh You'd have thoughtthat he'd get over the guess who thing he has by now.

"James," I say as sweetly as humanly possible. "If you don't get your hands off me right this instant you might just find yourself with a broken nose." Instantly, the hands release my eyes.

A nervous voice says, "Jesus Lily, I didn't mean anything by it, you don't have to threaten me."

Inwardly laughing as James starts to lose some of his cool at my threat, (Did I happen to mention I took self-defense classes this summer? They taught me a valuable lesson, don't take anything from anyone, when you can get them to leave you alone very easily and quickly. It's so much FUN to scare people! Laughs evilly ) I say, "Sorry James, I just don't take to jokes very well, as you might remember on my 7th birthday, when you decided to surprise me." He winces at the memory... I love having this kind of power over him. I should do this every time he comes over.

"Hey Lily!" Remus says, as he glides over to me. "Happy Birthday!"

"Thanks Remy," I said, while hugging him tightly. (Remus is like an older brother, he's much more mature than the others, and he knows just what to say to make you feel better. He also happens to remember birthdays, thankfully, unlike some git who doesn't have the courtesy to say, "Happy Birthday!")

He hands me a gift, "I hope you like it."

"Thanks Remy, I'm sure I'll like it." I tell him taking the gift from him, and giving him another hug.

"Hey Lilikins!" shouts Sirius, as he picked me up from behind and twirls me around. "Happy Birthday!"

"Sirius, I say this with love, but, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT IF YOU WANT TO LIVE TILL YOUR 12th BIRTHDAY!" I shout, getting dizzy from being swung around like a rag doll.

Sirius grins his, "I've got a prank and I'm going to pull it right now," grin. "Of course Lilikins, whatever you say." he tells me.

Unfortunately for me, I didn't see that grin, as I was preoccupied with trying to wiggle my way out of his grip on my waist. So, nothing prepared from when he...SMACK! Dropped me, really hard, on the ground. Glaring murderously at Sirius, I grab Remus' outstretched hand and pull myself up.

"Just what did you think you were doing, Sirius Orion Black? Dropping me? When I told you to put me down, I didn't mean that way, AND YOU KNOW THAT!" I said calmly at first, then ended up shouting. By the end of their visit my voice will be gone at this rate, I thought to myself.

"Well Lilikins, you didn't specify so I just thought..." Sirius started to say.

I interrupted him saying, "No Sirius, you didn't think, and if you had common sense you would have figured out what I was saying." Wisely, he decided not to comment. Remus just stood towards my right, looking amused. James was just cowering in the corner, what a loser. He's afraid of little old me? I didn't do much to him now did I? I just threatened him, but if he needed further reassurance that I'd go through with my threat, I'd be happy to show him...

Peter came up to me and gave me his badly wrapped gift that had Christmas wrapping paper. His hand was lightly shaking when he gave his gift to me, and in a stuttering voice he said, " H..Hey...Li...ly... H...Happy... B..Birth...day!"

Smiling gently at him I say in a soft kind voice, "Thank you very much Peter, I really appreciate it."

Brightening Peter said in a normal voice, with happiness flowing in his voice, "Really? I wasn't sure you'd like it, I mean I'm not very good with presents. I wrapped it myself, see?"

Still smiling I say, "Of course I'd like it, and it's very nice wrapping." I managed to subtly glare at James and Sirius who were shaking in silent fits of laughter.

Frowning confusedly Peter asked, "Why are James and Sirius laughing? What's so funny?"

Throwing Peter a sweet smile while kicking and punching both James and Sirius, I say, "I'm not sure Peter, but I can think of many ways to stop their random laughing fit. Maybe we should get them checked at the doctor's office, what do you think guys?"

They immediately stopped laughing and glared at me so hard that if glares could kill, I'd be dead a hundred times over. You see, James' mum is obsessed with going to the doctor. If they get just the slightest cut, she takes them to the doctor, whether they're her child or not. She gets worried about that kind of thing very easily, otherwise she's like my mum, cool. Although, my Mum is way cooler, because she isn't obsessed with the doctor, nor does she get worried or stressed easily.

That was the beginning of the night, that wasn't so bad, what happened later was.