Well Hello there readers! I hope you like this new story of mine! I think it's kind of neat. And I know the whole Diary thing has been done before…but mine has a twist, a twist that I have not yet come across. You'll see in later chapters.

So I just want to say I own nothing…well, nothing that has to do with Harry Potter. And I want to thank my good friend and beta-er VegaVarekai.

To Vegs: thanks!

Chapter One: In Which Lily Admits A Startling Truth To Her Diary

July 3, 1978

My House

My Room

10:35 am

Well hello there dearest diary.

Wow, that sentence was lame. I never thought that I would ever be one of those girls who would start off an entry with 'dearest diary'. Oh no! What have I become!

I think I'm going to put you down for a minute to regain my intelligence…maybe wash my hands…and burn my bra in rebellion of the man made tyranny where women are supposed to be sweet and wait on them hand and foot! TAKE THAT!

July 3, 1978

My House
My room

10:40 am

Ok, I think the moment has passed.

Well, here I am, sitting in my lovely room, surrounded by my comforter and I'm…well if you must know, I'm bored.

I have nothing to do. My friends are all on holiday in exciting places like Italy and America; my parents are fawning over my sister who's getting married to this horrid brute of a man.

Why is he a horrid brute you ask? Well, other than it being a fantastic literary bashing of him, it also explains him perfectly. How so, you ask. Can it be that my author is simply teasing someone she isn't particularly fond of? Well, judge that for yourself.

I came home from grocery shopping the other day and I said hello to him. (he was sitting on his arse in the living room watching the telly) and what does he do? How did he respond?

Oh wait…he didn't.

I mean, if you were nice to someone, you would expect him or her to be at least civil to you, right? A hello in return, a nod…a grunt? Even he is capable of a grunt. That is at the very least to be expected! But oh no. I suspect Petty told him about my school. Hogwarts.

Ah well.

Well, let me see, what can I do to occupy my time? I know, dearest diary of mine, how about you and I get better acquainted?

Yes, I find that a good, solid, base is important in a strong relationship, such as ours.

Well, you came into my procession in my third year at Hogwarts; Potter gave you to me. Oh! You know him. Well you would, as he told me he'd been carrying you around in his pocket for three years.

Oh the horrors you must endured. You poor thing. Well, if you are anything like me, dearest diary, you would have put it all behind you. And look on the bright side; you're with me now.

Yes, I thought that would cheer you up.

IS there anything you would like to ask me?

OH yes…my love life? Oh there have been a few memorable boys...

Hmmm...let me see, where to begin.

There was Peter, in my second year. Sweet Peter, one of Potter's friends. Small, timid, and cute. He was always at my beck and call; ready to drop whatever he was doing and be at my side at the drop of a knut. He had this mousy brown hair that was cute in a pudding bowl shape…oh he was sooo…I suppose the only word for it would be sad. My heart just reached out to him. But he was too clingy...too needy. I couldn't have that. I'm too independent.

Next was Remus, in fifth year. I know…quite a gap. Hey I was focusing on my schoolwork…and yes I know OWL's are in fifth year…but, Oh Remus. The mysterious one. Extremely handsome, dark, full of secretes. He was hiding something from me and he was never willing to let me get close enough to find out what. I was sure I could have helped him...if he'd only let me. I think that's what attracted me to him in the first place, his mysterious air. But, alas, you can't help them all. Our dates consisted of mainly studying in the library. But let me tell you…sometimes, we were not studying… and let's just say, that between you and me…he is a fantastic kisser. But we ended it mutually. We're still friends.

And then there was Sirius at the end of fifth year: gorgeous, impulsive, brooding, passionate Sirius Black, with a family as dark as his name. Now he was one that I will always remember. He was always ready with a witty remark to keep me laughing or a quick snog to take my mind off things. But he was wounded, and it didn't last long. He always hid the pain that his family caused him, never letting it show that it bothered him. He hid it the only way he knew how...by acting out, getting the attention he so sorely desired from the girls he dated. In all fairness, I did last the longest out of all the girls that he has dated.

And the last one?

Oh no, I know what you're thinking and no...It is not Potter. Never Potter. I'd go out with the giant squid before I would go out with potter, a fact that I have stated that several times in my Hogwarts career...at least, that's what I told anyone who would listen.

But I suppose you want the truth, don't you? Ah but when you get down to it...what is the truth?

Ok...ok, so I'm evading the question and trying to get you off the subject. Leave me alone; it's a defense mechanism!

The truth is...I loathe Potter. I hate him with ever fiber of my being. Everything about him rubs me the wrong way: his robes, his hair, his eyes, his body, is talent...ok so it sounds like I'm just a lust sick girl and I need a good snog. But I, Lily Evans, will never date James Potter.

This is about the point when my friend Lela's voice pops into my head. "Who says you have to date him to snog him?"

She actually said, "shag him"...but I can change her words when I deem necessary...what! I can. And I just did.

Oh and there's that other fact that...he hates me.

Yes…I know, it's shocking. James Potter hates Lily Evans!

Is that possible? Oh snap, is the world going to end? Surely, when James Potter hates Lily Evans the apocalypse is near…

But alas-- Uh oh, my revelations must be put on hold. My wonderful parents are calling ever so sweetly to me to come down stairs.

And by ever so sweetly, I mean screaming their bloody lungs out. Sheesh this wedding has certainly gotten their knickers in a twist…

July 3, 1978

Still My House

No Longer My Room, As It Has Been Commandeered By My Wonderful New In-Laws-To-Be…

7:30 pm

Yes, dearest diary. It is true. Vernon's parents have taken over my room. Erlack!

Oh woe is me, my life stinks. They better not do anything disgusting in my bed.

…That's it. I'm burning my sheets when they leave.

So, now that I have a disturbing mental image in my head…where did I leave off? Ah yes.

James Potter hates me.

Oops I skipped a part. I forgot the truth. You're wondering, "well he hates you, so what. You're not too fond of him are you? So it all works out in your favor, doesn't it? Good on you!"

Well, no, actually it doesn't. Since it is my, life we're talking about and nothing goes my way. And it doesn't work out in my favor because I, Lily Evans, am in love with James Potter...

Oh dear! well review please!

and Until next time Keep a sharp Eye ;) Pupparoux