A/N: lol…The title is sort of an inside joke between me and my friends. My best friend Jenna is one of the few people I know that has ever heard and liked the band Panic! At the Disco. Don't ask. Long story. It has to do with playgrounds and biking. My friends are insane, as am I.

Disclaimer: The plot and the characters you do not recognize belong to me. Everything else belongs to the wonderful and awesome J.K. Rowling. Lucky her…

Ok, now on to the story…

Forevermore

Chapter 1: Panic! At the Potter House

Kate's Diary

Friday, June 16th, 1996

10:00 AM

Not much has happened since the Lake Incident, as me and Harry now call it. Unless you count:

I and Harry getting our asses yelled off by our angry mother

Jesse almost setting Megan's homework on fire

And Dad burning half of our breakfast

Yep, that was my boring and uneventful morning

Unless you didn't catch my sarcasm, dear diary, my morning has been hectic, full of screaming mothers and water spells

Urg, mum's calling. She wants me to help cook dinner for the not-so-weekly Friday night dinners.

12:03 PM

Finally! A break from my crazy mother!

It's almost lunchtime. I'll probably just skip it and hide out in my room. I'll make myself a sandwich later.

Maybe I should elaborate on the whole Friday night dinner thing. Or maybe I shouldn't, just to be evil…

Oh, well. Every other, other, other Friday, the whole, I mean whole, group comes over to our house for dinner. The Blacks, the Lupins, and the Weasleys. So, that means that my mom has to make food for…6…12…17…23! People!

And, that's excluding Percy, Bill, and Charlie.

Oh, wait!

I forgot Hermione. So, that makes 24 people!

AHHHHHHH!

2:28 PM

AHHHHH!

I hate Zachary Black with a burning passion right now!

You want to know, don't you, diary?

Well, you can't know because someone could come steal you and read all of my secrets. Or, you could go and tell all of your evil diary friends.

2:30 PM

My friend Ginny Weasley has a diary. Are you going to go and tell her diary all my secrets so it can tell her?

2:31 PM

ARE YOU!

2:32 PM

ANSWER ME!

2:33 PM

Well, that was even more embarrassing than what happened before. Which I'm still not telling!

2:36 PM

Do you want to know what happened!

Well, too bad, you can't!

2:37 PM

You probably do want to?

Fine!

Ok, Zach just walked in on me yelling and poking you with my quill. And to think he would knock before just barging into MY room. Dumb butt…

2:39 PM

Well, it is my room.

2:40 PM

On the door it says "Kate's Room" …or maybe it doesn't.

Must go check.

2:42 PM

I'm back from checking my door and it does say "Kate's Room."

HAH!

2:43 PM

Stop looking at me like that!

Wait, you're a book. You can't "look" at me!

I'm delusional…

2:45 PM

I have now successfully convinced myself that I am not delusional, just caught up in my own world, where books have faces.

So maybe I will tell you about the incident that make me hate Zach.

2:46 PM

Or maybe not…

2: 48 PM

After a few minutes of thinking it over, I have decided that I am being paranoid and diaries do not have other diary friends. Nor can they talk. I'm still taking a risk because someone could find this and read it out loud to people.

Ok, here I go.

I was in my room (duh!) changing when he barges in. ok, not that bad. But, I was wearing nothing but a faded pair of knickers and a lacy blue bra.

HOW EMBARRASSING!

Especially considering I li-

I DON'T LIKE ZACHARY BLACK! I hate him, remember?

Well, this has happened before, but last time it was at his house. Zach sure has a tendency to walk in on me when I'm changing. And he still won't knock!

2:51 PM

You're looking at me like that again.

I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED AT ZACH'S HOUSE!

2:52 PM

God, I'm being delusional again.

And I write in CAPS and use exclamation marks a lot, too.

2:53 PM

Fine!

I'll tell, but I'm asking mum to put a charm on this afterwards!

2:54 PM

Last time, we, as in Hannah, Logan, Ron, Hermione, Zach, Harry and me, were going to go swimming in the Black's pool. So I went into Zach's room, since it was the only one open, to change.

Well, we both know what's coming next.

He goes and walks in on me taking my bra off.

Not that it was completely off, or anything, just in the process of being un-hooked.

God, it was embarrassing.

I swear, there's a curse on me. It can't be a coincidence that he just happens to always walk in on me in my underwear.

2:55 PM

No, it's him. He doesn't knock

A/N: There's my new update! I'm proud of myself for updating in a day! YAY!