Disclaimer: I own none of it. And none of the previous chapters. Seems I forgot a disclaimer on those and I'm too lazy to upload all the files again. So this disclaimer is gonna count for all the chapters, ok?

We just were let out of Potions and now it's lunchtime. But today I don't feel like eating in the Great Hall. I don't quite know why. I'm a little hungry. But I just don't want to eat in the Great Hall. So I grab an apple and go outside, not really knowing where I want to go.

It's chilly out for late September.

I reread the letter my father sent me. I kept it in my pocket.

Today's my birthday. I never really looked forward to my birthdays. Probably because Petunia's birthday is a week before mine. Not a week. I mean a week and a few years. When we were little she always got the big birthday party, and I never really had enough friends for a birthday party of my own. So my parents would invite the one or two friends I had to her birthday party and sort of celebrate mine along with it. Every year I usually ended up crying or locking myself in the bathroom.

I hear the unmistakable laugh of the Marauders behind me. They have a very distinct sound when they're all together, and usually I know it's them without even having to look. I concentrate on eating my apple, hoping that they won't notice me sitting here. My hopes are high, though, as I hear their sound growing louder as they walk down the hill.

"Oy! Evans!"

"What Potter?" I shout, still focusing on eating my apple. I can tell it's Potter. I can almost see him ruffling his hair 20 feet away from me.

"Happy birthday, Evans!"

That stuns me a little. How could Potter know it's my birthday? I hope he hasn't been reading my diary. Oh, Merlin, has he been reading my diary? He better not have been reading my diary! If he has I'll.. Wait. I never wrote the actual date of my birthday in my diary. How does he know it's my birthday?

I turn around to see Potter talking with his friends and walking back up the hill to the castle.

"Thank you," I murmer under my breath.

I know these chapters are sort of short, but I don't feel like writing a whole lot at one time. And right now I don't feel like concentrating on one consistent writing style, so thats why the chapters are different.

Also, I didn't really plan out this story, as you might be able to tell. So I'm following where it takes me.

One last thing. I don't know when Lily's birthday is. Let's pretend it's in late September, shall we?