James

September 25th

Dear Diary,

I don't get the point of this diary-I really don't.

I got it as a gift from my friend Remus-apparently I have some "issues to square with," so he's making me write in it. He has some messed-up theory about it being "addicting" and "fun to do." Yeah, sure; I have to ask him what dimension he exists in at the moment.

Anyway, I found out that I'm supposed to say my name, hobbies, friends, opinions etc. in the first entry, but I don't see the point in that either. This is an inanimate book; I shouldn't have to spill my whole life into it.

Still, I suppose I should write a little bit about myself, since I am probably one of the more attractive creatures in the world. I'm James Potter, aged fifteen years. I'm a wizard, I live in Muggle London (the part of it that has non-magic people residing next to you) with my parents, and I go to school at Hogwarts, which is somewhere in the country-they never really tell you where it is, so we take a train. The first term started on the first of September, and we are knee-deep in lessons and homework at the moment. And yes, I can do magic; to tell you the truth, I'm pretty damn awesome at it.

I also play Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team-the best team in the best game in existence. The Muggles like to play "baseball" and "football;" they're nothing compared to Quidditch. Muggles not only think up unsatisfactory games, but they don't even have decent, original names for them! You throw a ball into a basket for an hour-it's called basketball! You kick a ball into a net for an hour-it's called football! Amazing! Not really.

I'm a die-hard sports fan, as you can plainly see. I also think I have mental problems or something, since I've just realized how I'm writing in this thing. Ugh, I feel like a weirdo. But yes, James Potter is the handsome Quidditch-playing guy who likes writing to books given to him by his friends. Shit; I'm going to kill Remus.

Remus Lupin is one of my best friends, even though he's the one responsible for this blasted diary. He's a really nice guy-a bit of a stick in the mud at times-but nice all the same. He insists that writing in a diary will help me in many ways, and he wants me to write in it as much as I can. Ha, as if that will ever happen. I'm only doing it right now to humor him-I don't plan on writing in this thing again. Why did he have to force me into this? Sirius Black, my other best friend, is almost like my twin, so why doesn't he need to write in a diary?

Sirius. Ha, if I had to write about Sirius, I'd be going on forever. He's like my brother; he's my partner in crime, and he knows me the best out of all of my many friends. He and I are the best-looking people in our year, so we're always out with girls. Sirius has the dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin that gets a lot of girls, but I have discovered that many girls also enjoy being in the company of a Quidditch star-we always argue about who gets more girls. Right now, I'm winning, obviously. But we are the best of friends anyway, and we're particularly good at playing tricks and shooting hexes at people we dislike. The things we do when we want to mess with Snivellus…I'd have to fill up several of these stupid books to get to all of those.

Severus Snape-he's this slimy little git who is probably one of the biggest losers in the fifth year. He's unfortunately with me and my friends in most of our classes, since we're all in the same year, we see him all the time. We call him Snivellus-or sometimes Snivelly, if we feel affectionate-and make his life generally a dismal thing to live out. Believe me though; he needs it. He's more experienced with the Dark Arts than most of the people in Hogwarts, but Sirius and I take him down most days of the week. Occasionally, he'll throw some hexes back at us, but that only ticks us off-we throw something much worse back at him. We hate each other as a rule-ever since we laid eyes on each other coming off the train in our first year. It was just one of those things which you can't explain, but you just know.

Peter Pettigrew is my other best friend at school. He's also a bit of a stick-in-the-mud, but he's a good person as well; I'd trust him, Sirius, and Remus with my life, honestly. Peter hangs out with us for a few main reasons: we are popular, we can ward off people who can hurt him, and we can help him with his homework. Peter isn't the brightest fairy on the Christmas tree, and he likes studying with the rest of us through the nights trying to pass his exams. He likes to play pranks and such with Sirius and I, and he's actually brilliant at coming up with ways of torture. He and Sirius deliberate for hours on the best ways to ruin Snivelly's life, and they are amazing at it. I come up with a few here and there, but we leave that job mainly to Peter.

Who else is important enough to be mentioned in this diary…of course! Lily Evans. Lily Evans is the best girl in our school; hell, she's the best girl in the entire world. She's perfect in every way-she's beautiful, she's clever, and she's got the best sarcasm I've ever seen in a girl. She's got the most incredible eyes-they're the most dazzling emerald green, and shaped like almonds; it's not only a pretty shape, but it happens to be my favorite nut. Her smile is a cup of cocoa on a cold winter's day, and her hair falls over her shoulders in these gorgeous auburn curls. She is nice to everybody-even Snivellus! That's saying something, because when I tried, it was the one thing I failed at miserably. I've loved Lily Evans from the moment I hated Snivellus, but there's just one problem-she loathes me.

I don't know why Lily hates me so much; I'm the most desirable person there is! I'm friends with pretty much everyone who matters, I have a knack for playing Quidditch, and I'm good-looking; what more could she possibly want? Almost every other girl in our year likes me, yet it is Lily Evans that I want, and Lily Evans I can't have. She has no idea how I feel about her; I know I come off as exceedingly arrogant, but when it comes to Evans, I think the world of her. She is the only girl I'm truly in love with; the rest of them are just there to entertain me when I'm trying to complete my never-ending quest to make Lily Evans fall in love with me. Let's get this straight right now; no other girl really matters-only Lily. She doesn't know how I really feel about her because of two reasons; one is that she is determined to hate me no matter what I do, and the other is because I can't help but make a fool out of myself when I am around her. I try so hard not to, but that's another thing I fail miserably at.

History of Magic, first period, starts in about five minutes; ha! I can tell Remus that I finished writing in this stupid diary now! If I'm lucky, I won't ever have to write in here again. So, for now, I bid you, this stupid, inanimate book, good-bye.

Oh my God, what's happening to me?! I've just realized that I only just received this infernal diary, and I'm already talking to it like it's a person or something?! This is completely creepy; I think my brain must be screwed up or something. This book is just that-a book-yet I am referring to it in this impossible manner. What has Remus done to me?

Ugh, he looks incredibly pleased right now; apparently, he gets joy out of watching me write eagerly in this stupid little journal, so I'd better prove him wrong-this book is not going to be what Remus wants it to be. Now it's good-bye for good; I'm never going to write in this thing again.