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Chapter 3: A Secret Uncovered

The volume in the common room was up high. Just by looking at the chaos in the room, you would see the Fred and George's shop was definitely having good sales. Fireworks of all shapes could be seen everywhere and younger students with tongues more than 5 feet long. Yet in some corners, you could actually see the studious kinds of Gryffindor. Well, except a couple of them…

"Check mate!" Ron said triumphantly.

"You know I couldn't beat you, mate," Harry said happily. It seems his mood is becoming better. "How about another game?"

"You bet! I'll take it easy on you, don't worry," Ron said happily. The quick scratching of quills made them suddenly look at their quiet best friend.

"I didn't know there's a homework finishing contest," Ron said sarcastically.

"I just want to get this over with. I have some other business to do," Hermione said, not looking up from her charms essay.

"Define, 'other business', Hermione."

"There, it's done!" Hermione exclaimed, ignoring Ron's question.

She stood up and head for the dormitory. A few minutes later, she went rushing down with a book in her hands. She waved goodbye to Harry and Ron and rushed to the library before more questions were shot at her.

"There is something Hermione is not telling us, Harry," Ron said, staring at the disappearing figure of girl with bushy brown hair.

"Well, let's hope what she's got up her sleeve is something about SPEW, not about anything else," Harry said. Ron understood and nodded his head. Hermione had been doing this for sometime now. Rushing her homework (yet still managing full marks) and then disappearing to the library. "I wonder what she's up to," Ron muttered, then went back to the game.

Hermione found a disserted place in the library and opened Lily's diary. "What more could we find about you, Ms. Evans?" she muttered. She had read quite a few days, then. She was hopping to find more interesting things about Harry's mum. Maybe, things that could help Harry.

September 29

Dear Diary,

I really don't know why that Potter became a Head Boy. I can't believe what he did to that, brat, Snape. Even though I hate that Slytherin git, I still don't think what Potter did was very good. And he had the nerve to get angry for saying that he was a dirty liar for denying the fact. That is another thing, Potter had never got angry with me before. Well, maybe he did, after all of those confrontations but never actually told me off. Maybe, he didn't do it after all. But all the facts lead to him. The incident this morning is one of the reasons why I hate James Potter. Never, would I ever learn to like that arrogant fool in my whole life.

-Lily

Hermione shook her head and laughed at what she read. Out of the pages she had read, this was the shortest. Upon reading the diary, Hermione found out how Lily Evans had hated James Potter. Also, that Lily had a very good memory. She was able to remember all the conversations she had made during that very day and write them in her diary. In that way, managing to write her 'autobiography'. It was funny to read from a journal that contains a real life story instead. That was what Hermione felt, (A/N: that's how you have to read). Hermione turned the page.

September 30

Dear Diary,

Another Saturday in Hogwarts. The air is becoming cooler but it is still warm enough for a trip to Hogsmede. It is the first month of school but they are letting us explore the village already. Maybe because it is the end of the month. I've always loved that village. In my opinion it is the most interesting village in the world. The shops are amazing and the sweet shop, joke shop, pubs and other places makes it a one of a kind place. The most mysterious and interesting though of Hogsmede is the Shrieking Shack. I've mentioned this place before during my past few years at Hogwarts. They say it's the most haunted place in all of Britain. It has many secrets they say and even ghost won't go near it. I don't know about it being haunted but I do agree about it having many secrets. Because the most surprising thing I've heard all my life happened right in front of it.

Sam, Wilma and I were walking around Hogsmede talking about the usual stuff. We passed the Shack as we walked and finally entered the 3 Broomsticks. Suddenly, I let out a cry. "Oh no!! This is just great!!" "What is it, Lily?" Sam asked. "My…my purse! I think I dropped it somewhere." "Wasn't it there before we left Zonko's?" Wilma asked, completely surprised. "Where did you think you drop it?" Sam asked again. "Maybe it is around the Shrieking Shack. It probably fell out when I took out my hair brush. I've got to go back there."

"We'll come with you, Lils," Wilma said, not liking the sound of me being alone near that place. "No, you guys stay here and save me a butterbeer," I said. They seemed reluctant to let me go there alone. Both of my friends believe anything they hear, including rampaging souls in an old shack. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. No ghost would want to eat someone that tastes as bad as me," I told them reassuringly. "Ok, but be quick, Lily. We'll be waiting for you," Sam said, still reluctant to let me go. I ran as fast as I could to the shack, afraid someone would have taken my precious remembrall. When I was just a few meters from the shack's gate, I stopped. I hid behind the tree just in time before one of the famous four of Hogwarts saw me. Standing right in front of the shack was non-other than the Marauders. I gasped as I saw my purse right under Sirius Black's foot. "Darn!" I muttered. I decided to wait until they leave, which I thought would be in just a few minutes. That's when I heard it all.

"Well, it's the full moon tonight, Moony," Black said. His expression was unlike his usual one. He looked a bit serious…just a bit.

"Don't remind me, Padfoot," Lupin replied He looked like he needed a very bad treatment. He looked so weak and sick. His face looked like it had been through more than just ordinary beating. "Well, at least we'd be with you, mate," Potter said.

"I know, ever since you all risked being animagi, my state was not as bad, even if it was still…well…horrible," Lupin said gloomily. My mouth fell open, no, they can't be animagi. It's impossible, they are not registered in any record I've seen. But it was true because the moment Lupin stopped talking, Pettigrew transformed into a rat, like he was to prove the fact to me. I watched him as he slowly crawl up Black's leg until he reached his right pants pocket. None of the other 3 noticed him. But the moment he entered, Black dug his hands in his pocket and pulled out the rat by his tail and held it up to his face.

"Peter, if you want some of those sweets, ask!" he scolded. Then, he let go of its tail. The rat suddenly transformed back into the fat, short boy he really is. "Aww, I asked you a million times and you never gave me one," Pettigrew accused. "I've only a few of these left!" Black retorted childishly. "Can't you be a bit more giving, Padfoot," Lupin said laughing. "What more do you expect from a hungry drooling dog that he becomes," Potter said "Here Wormtail," he said tossing Pettigrew a brightly wrapped candy. "Those sweets are from my mum. I just gave Sirius some because he begged and pleaded me for it."

"Anyways, what are we going to do tonight? Any suggestions, Moony?" Sirius asked.

"I dunno," then his expression darken. "Just exclude the part of bringing anyone with you, Sirius. What happened that time with Snape was not funny."

"Look, I already learned from that. That would never happen again!" Sirius said.

"Sure it won't," James said and by the look on his face, as if he didn't like that memory as well. But, what were they talking about? Why is it they are planning something for tonight? Is tonight a special night? And what is it with Snape? The answers to the first 3 questions came exploding right in front of my face.

"It better not!" Lupin sighed angrily, "I hate being a werewolf!"

I gasped and felt cold all over. No, that was too much. Remus Lupin is a werewolf! That was the meaning of all those disappearances and his sickly face. And tonight is the full moon!!

"Well, we better get back up to the castle, so Moony could catch some sleep," Potter said.

I snapped out of my trance and started to back away. As I took my first step, a branch cracked loudly for the whole village to hear. "What was that?" Black exclaimed and then ran towards my direction followed by Potter. I turned and ran, but they were too quick for me. Especially Potter, with that swift Quidditch speed of his (whether in a broom or not). One of them grabbed my arm and whirled me around to face them. Unsurprisingly ,that person happened to be Potter. He was surprised to see who it was he caught. "Evans?" The other arrived by his side. "You? What are you doing here?" Black asked. "I was looking for something that I dropped," I said releasing my arm from Potter's grip. "D-did…did you here what we were talking about?" Lupin stammered. I looked at all of them. From Black's furious face, to Lupin's miserable one, to Pettigrew's worried one, finally to Potter's serious expression. What are they going to do to me if I say- "Yes."

Black smacked his fist against his forehead while Lupin closed his eyes slowly while giving out a soft hiss. Potter was the first one to recover.

"Would you tell anyone about what you heard?" he asked. "Eavesdropped, you mean," Black muttered audibly. I glared at him (thought what he said was half true) before replying. "Do you want me to?" I asked, but the answer was too obvious.

"You could tell the whole world about me, just not about my friends. They risked too much already," Lupin said kindly, not wanting to scare me, now that I know what he really is. But I was not afraid, nor will I ever be. I know he doesn't like what he is and if he could prevent himself from hurting anyone.

"Oh, Moony, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said!" Black said in mock touchiness, his bad mood evaporating quickly. It was revolting.

"I would not tell anyone about what I heard. In case you don't know, I don't like rumors, so there's no chance of me spreading any, even if they are the truth," I told them. Each gave me skeptical looks. You could never bargain with these type of people.

"Fine, I promised I won't tell. Would that do?" Potter smiled at me. "I think so," he said.

"I just have one question," I said slowly, my eyes narrowing. "How did you manage to become animagi without any help at your age?" Black and Potter grinned proudly, those arrogant little gits. "It was not easy, you know. But, because of our exceptionally good talents, we managed to become strong and beautiful animals." Well, Black does got some nerve, doesn't he?

"Right, a big fat rat is beautiful, huh," I retorted looking pointedly at Pettigrew.

"Well, for Wormtail it wasn't easy. He had been through a lot before reaching his goal," Potter said. Then he paused. "What were you looking for, anyways?" I opened my mouth to answer but he whipped out his wand and pointed to my purse, located in front of the shack. The purse went flying right into his hands. "Is it this one?" Potter asked.

I reached out my hand to get my purse back but he held it back out of reach. "For a price, Evans," he said. I know it was a joke but I'm not going to take any nonsense (or anything else) from Potter. I grabbed the wallet and turned on my heels, leaving them there. But I could still hear what they are saying. "Not even a thank you. What do you see in that girl, Prongs?" Black demanded. I heard Potter muttering something but I was too far to hear it. When I reached 3 Broomsticks, I found Sam and Wilma waiting for me on a table with worried expressions. "What took you so long?" Sam demanded. "We thought something happened to you!" Wilma said.

"Well, er, it took a long time for me to find my purse," I lied. Both of them looked at me curiously like they didn't believe me. But I guess they have to buy that story. Even if the Marauders are in big trouble (and I'm Head Girl), I couldn't break a promise and like I said, I don't like rumors or any kind of news that spreads like a dangerous disease. The end…for now.

-Lily

Hermione closed the book. That was really a very long entry. She decided to have enough for the day, put the diary back in her bag and left for the common room.

A/N: Hope it's not too long. In my story, Lily is one story teller. She only writes events that are interesting even if it describes every single detail. I'll update soon.