A/N: Yes, yes, I know, it's been a hideously long wait for this chapter, and I'm sorry about that, but I had to finish up another story, as well as keep up with my extremely evil high school classes. Anyway, after much thought, I have found I've lied to you (yet again, I know, I'm sorry about that too, but my plans change a lot – you writers out there probably know what I'm talking about) and this story has only 3 chapters instead of four left. This and two more. So I hope you like them and can forgive me for being so horrible with giving you the ending for this story. :) In this one, Lily's is kind of short and kind of boring, but James's is much more interesting (and is, for once, the bulk of the chapter as a whole), so I hope you enjoy the whole thing & will review!

Music to listen to: Before Your Love (Kelly Clarkson), You Get Me and You Set Me Free (both Michelle Branch), Every Time We Touch (Cascada), Truly Madly Deeply (Savage Garden version), Must Have Done Something Right (Relient K)

James

June 2nd

Dear Diary,

I'm still waiting to wake up.

Seriously – I have to be dreaming the past few weeks. Me, Lily, together, Sirius being a bit less obnoxious about her every day…I never thought it would happen. Ever. Lily always hated me, but now she doesn't – now, she's with me and won't be going any time soon. Even after all the time I've spent with her, I'm still not able to wrap my mind around the fact that I don't have to dream about us being together anymore; all I have to do is kidnap her from wherever she is in the castle and we can do whatever we want. Occasionally, Leila will tell me to back off so that she can keep her best friend for a little while, but mostly, she's okay with the fact that I can't survive without seeing her every few hours. Sirius has complained about my dependence on Lily being unhealthy (which it kind of is), but I've taken the liberty of pointing out that he is dependent on any girl with a mouth – his first choice is still Kyleigh, somehow – and I'm only dependent on the one girl. That usually shuts him up.

Peter and Remus don't quite care about my obsession with Lily as much as they did when we first got together. Peter never honestly cared – he was too busy trying to pass his classes or trying to keep up with Sirius's ever-changing prejudices – and Remus was happy for me, but things are in routine now; I'm with Lily, Sirius is with Kyleigh, Peter is with no one (we feel kind of bad about that though), and Remus is with his books all the time. No one questions it. Remus has a reason for not caring, however – he's stressing about the O. W. L. exams, and is more withdrawn than usual. I don't see why.

A few weeks ago, I was looking for him because Sirius was in the mood to cause some trouble, but I couldn't find him anywhere in the castle. When I finally did find him, he was underneath an enormous, teetering stack of books that he was attempting to feverishly read. I nearly laughed when I approached him.

"Moony, mate, what the hell are you doing?" I asked as I sat down beside him.

"Working," Remus said in a low voice, turning a page and reading so fast his eyes appeared to be blurred.

"You're being a nut job, you mean." I glanced over at his shoulder to see a lot of difficult-looking words printed in tiny font. "You're killing your eyes and your brain at the same time."

"Exams," was the only grunt I got in response to that.

Annoyed, I took the book away from him and tossed it on the side. Remus gave me a scandalized look, but I merely shrugged. "It's for your own good," I said as I waved my wand to make the books fly back to their original spots. "You and Lily are so crazy about these stupid exams. I'll tell you what I tell her – you're going to do amazing and you're going to wonder why you worked so hard when you knew everything and more already."

"James, the exams are next week," Remus said. "I need to study now because I'm going to be distracted by you three goofing off; I know I am."

"You will definitely find a way to pay us no attention, Moony, you've done it many times before, so for now, I'd say you need a break," I declared. "Sirius and Peter want to drop a few Dungbombs in select places across the school, namely the Slytherin common room we now know how to get to, and we want you to come with us."

"I can't," Remus said with a sigh. "I need to work. Do you know where Lily is? I need to borrow her Charms notes. She has loads of them."

"She's probably upstairs with Leila, and you should be too," I said.

"I should be upstairs with Leila?" Remus asked, wrinkling his nose.

I slap my forehead with my hand. "You know, for someone so smart, you can be kind of out of it sometimes, Moony. No, you should not be with Leila – what I meant was, you should be up enjoying yourself with your friends, me, Sirius, and Peter, so come on; we'll have a bit of fun and your brain will thank you for it."

Remus considered, and I could see that the effect of my words was starting to get to him. "All right," he gave in at last. "Where are Sirius and Peter?"

I beamed. "In our common room, getting ready to destroy the Slytherin one." I took his wrist, and we tore off upstairs to find the other two; and, for the record, we made a total mess of the Slytherin common room and got double detentions for it, which we (meaning Sirius, Peter, and I – not Remus) were glad to serve for such a worthy cause. All the extra studying going around the castle was starting to become sickening for us, and we just needed to let off our steam properly.

The bad part? Remus refused to indulge in any other pranks or jokes afterwards, claiming that they were "unnecessary and immature distractions."

Whatever.

The week passed by quickly, since we had no homework besides studying (which Sirius and I had vowed never to do – Peter kind of had to, because he was the one Marauder Remus was able to bully into studying), but when the time came even nearer for the exams, Remus nearly lost his mind with worry. I was irresistibly reminded of Lily at that point; they were too alike for their own good. I told him that, but Remus just went on with what he was doing, which meant I had to go on to my Lily-techniques; assuring him that it was going to be fine, relax, breathe. However, unlike with Lily, Remus didn't listen to me – he paid no heed to my constant flow of encouragement, which got me kind of exasperated. So what did I do? I called in Sirius, who seemed to be the only one Remus listens to.

Sirius, upon seeing Remus's messy state, leaped forward, and promptly threw the books Remus was looking at in the fire.

Remus nearly died.

"I was using those!" he protested violently, trying his hardest to resurrect his precious book. "Now I can't!"

"Good, so now you can join us at midnight in a couple of days when we finish the Marauder's Map," he said enthusiastically. "You know you want to, Moony."

"Do you have any idea what you just did? It's bad," Remus fretted.

Peter rolled his eyes, uncomprehending Remus's anxiety. "How is it bad? Sirius is right – you can come with us and make all those obsessive corrections we know you're going to want to make."

"Sirius is a bloody idiot," Remus exploded.

"I am not," Sirius protested, highly offended.

"Oh yes, of course you're not," Remus said acidly. "What was I thinking? Hit me for even considering that the great Sirius Black is a bloody idiot."

"Sure thing, mate," Sirius said, still grinning as he smacked Remus's arm.

This did not go down well; Remus swore and stepped on Sirius's foot – I swear, Remus is always close to a meltdown around exam time. "Sarcasm, Sirius!" he snapped irritably. "Your taking me literally just proved my point! You're an idiot! I didn't want you to hit me!"

"Well, couldn't you have said that then?" Sirius asked, fairly ruffled.

Looking as though he'd happily throttle Sirius, Remus just grimaced and turned back to me. "I'd prefer it if we didn't finish it that night."

"Come on," Sirius wheedled, leaping back to the conversation even when he shouldn't. "We wouldn't be able to finish it ever if you had your way – you're always studying, or resting, or doing something related to those two things. Can't we just get it done on the first, the day before we're exam prisoners? It's killing me that we can't do it yet – I actually did work for it!"

"Fine," Remus said reluctantly. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll just grunt my approval from over my books, if that makes you happy, Sirius."

"It does, especially because now I know to confiscate all your books beforehand," Sirius confirmed lightly, embracing Remus in his usual dog-like way. "Thanks Moony."

Remus rolled his eyes, but it was obvious that he liked making Sirius happy, despite his gracelessness in accepting requests. Peter, who had been quiet until then, suddenly asked, "So we're seriously going to finish the map in a few days?"

"Yes," Sirius confirmed, looking thrilled. "Finally!"

I smiled slightly. "So what's today's date? How much time do we have until the history-making day?"

"Today is the twenty-ninth of May," Remus said promptly. "That gives us two and a half days."

"Sounds like fun," Peter said gleefully. "Sirius and I did an awesome job on the drawing – you guys will love it."

"You mean, Sirius did an awesome job on the drawing," Sirius corrected. "I did most of it."

"Yes, but I made sure you did it right," Peter said, determined to take some credit. "So that means I helped."

"True," Sirius agreed after a moment's consideration. "We did an awesome job. Go us."

Peter laughed, as did Sirius and I, while Remus just waited for us to finish with a certain aggravation evident in his silence. However, when the night of June first began to fall, which was two nights ago, Remus was admittedly excited about finishing the map – he told us so as we got all the materials out and prepared the common room for the momentous occasion.

"So this is how those American founding fathers felt when they first made history," he said, helping Peter light a few candles with his wand to set the mood.

"We're the Marauders," Sirius said. "We're better than American founding fathers any day."

Remus chose to disregard the remark, but snatched the drawing of the Map from Sirius's hand to put in the middle. Sirius contented himself by making a few faces Remus couldn't see behind his back, which made Peter laugh, but I tried to shush them as I took out our list of spells. "Ready, Sirius?" I asked him.

"Have been for a long time," was the reply that I got as Sirius read over his list once more. "I want to do the spell that insults intruders first."

"Of course," Remus said, rolling his eyes. "But we can't – I'd say we start with the ones that make the moving dots. James, you had that one, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I said. "Here." I cleared my throat, waved my wand, and said, "Semita nocens ones." Roughly thirty seconds later, ink dots appeared on the map – more and more came up by the millisecond, just like the book had promised, but none of them moved. Perfect. I cleared my throat once more and said, "Planto is permoveo." We waited tentatively for about a minute, and slowly, each dot began to go to its corresponding spot. Remus and Peter clapped for me, while Sirius whistled and began to obsessively find specific people, marveling at the spell. I grinned; excellent.

"Yes, Prongs!" Sirius high-fived me and sighed at the map. "This thing is my pride and joy, guys. I'm never going to love any material object as much as I love this map."

Peter grinned. "I know! So James, what else have you got in there?"

I scanned the list again. "How about that security spell Remus found? You know, the one that requires a phrase to get all this stuff on and then another phrase to clean it off?"

"Sure," Sirius said. "Go ahead."

"I would, but first, we need the first phrase – the one to activate the map," I said. "We're supposed to make it up; any ideas?"

"Open sesame!" Sirius said, cackling at his joke.

"Stop it," Remus reprimanded. "Think."

"Marauder's Map?" I asked.

"Too easy," Sirius said. "How about 'girls are the reason we live?'"

"No," Remus said sharply.

"Sorry, sorry," Sirius apologized with a roll of his eyes. "What do you suggest then, Mr. Perfect Moony?"

"I don't know," Remus admitted.

"Exactly," Sirius said. "Hmmm…mainly, what are we going to use this map for? Think of a good phrase, you guys."

"Erm…I'm up to no good?" Peter suggested lamely.

"That sounds weird," Sirius criticized. "We have to make it sound…smarter. Remus, help."

Remus sighed. "How 'smart' do you want it to sound, Padfoot?"

"Not too smart," I said, taking over the question. "Just smart enough to make it sound funny."

"Though that makes little sense when phrased like that, I think I know what you mean," Remus said. "How about…I'm about to indulge in delinquent's behavior?"

"No," Sirius said. "I don't want to do that."

"Ooh!" Peter said ecstatically. "How about 'I swear I'm going to indulge in delinquent's behavior?'"

"I kind of like it," I said. "How about…I swear I'm not going to do anything good? Simple, but it has a ring to it."

"Not really," Remus said.

"Then you come up with something," Sirius said. "You hate mine, you hate James's, and you hate Peter's…now we need an idea of yours to shoot down."

"Okay, fine," Remus said curtly, making a face. "How about, erm, 'I solemnly swear I'm up to no good?' That combines a little bit of all of our ideas."

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good…" Sirius repeats contemplatively. "I like it. I definitely like it."

"I like it," Peter adds in.

"I do too," I said earnestly. "Let's do it!"

Sirius high-fived Remus. "Good one," he complimented him.

"Thank you," Remus said, blushing slightly.

I grinned at them, and said, "Securus I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." I waved my wand and tapped the surface of the map. It resonated heat for a few seconds, glowing as the charm took place, and then it lay quietly; we assumed it was right.

"How do we clear it?" I posed the last question to the other three.

"Mischief managed?" Peter said. "I don't know."

"Hey, that's good!" Sirius thumped Peter on the back. "Brilliant, Peter – you're on a roll tonight! Prongs, do it."

"Good one, Pete," I said warmly. It was Peter's turn to beam as I tapped the map once more and said, "Videlicet mischief managed."

Again, the map glowed, but it came down quicker this time, leaving just a blank sheet of parchment – all of our drawings were gone. Sirius grabbed the map from the middle, put his wand on the map, and said, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."

Immediately, the pictures that Sirius and Peter had painstakingly drawn began to form, as though they were redrawing it faster. The dots and everything were exactly as they had been; I'd actually done it right. Trying not to explode with joy, Sirius tapped the map again and said, "Mischief managed."

Ten seconds later, the map was clean once more.

Unable to control himself, Sirius hugged the map to his chest. "I love this thing," he breathed.

"Let me see it; we're not done," Remus said, taking the map gingerly back from Sirius. "I looked up a Preservation Charm as well, so that this never fades over time – it'll always look the way it does tonight."

Chills went up my spine when he said that; somehow, it just sounded so promising and so legendary to know that our beautiful work was going to be preserved for as long as the map didn't go missing. There was something awe-inspiring about a truth like that. Judging from Peter and Sirius's expressions, they felt the same way I did to a certain degree as Remus said the charm and gave it back to me. I stroked it once before saying, "All right, and the last thing I want to do is perform that charm so that it insults people."

Sirius grinned, looking particularly evil in the candlelight. "How does it work?"

"We can make it insult only one person," I said. "I was kind of annoyed, because it won't insult just anyone – it has to be the specific person – so we have to choose carefully. Who should it insult?"

"Snivelly," Sirius said at once. "All in favor?"

"Fine," Remus said grudgingly.

"Yes," Peter agreed.

"Of course," I said. "What shall we make it say? Should we insult him using our Marauder names?"

Sirius took the map back. "Yes, that's what we're going to do. Remus, you can go first; what's the nastiest thing you can say politely?"

"Bit of an oxymoron there," Remus said indifferently. "But hmmmm…how about, 'Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Severus Snape and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business'?"

"Brilliant," Sirius said, roaring with laughter as he ignored the oxymoron slight. "Prongs?"

I mulled it over, and added, "Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that Severus Snape is an ugly git."

Sirius chortled and said, "Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever came into human lives. Pete?"

"Mr. Wormtail," Peter said slowly, thinking on the spot. "Bids Severus Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slime-ball."

Nothing could have made Sirius happier as he shoved the map at me to perform the charm. I laughed as I did it; I knew that was going to be my favorite part of making the map. "Okay," I said once it was done. "If anyone with the name Severus or Snape says their name while trying to open the map, it'll adapt. It's a smart map and a smart charm."

"Brilliant," Sirius repeated gleefully. "Are we done then? Can we put it away and use it once exams are over?"

"Yes," I said, touching the map affectionately. "This is going to be a famous document one day, boys; we're going to be legends for creating it. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs – the cleverest of Hogwarts students, makers of the Marauder's Map."

"I know," Peter said, stroking it as well. "Can you believe we actually finished it?"

"No, I can't," Sirius said, looking lovingly at it. "But at the same time, I can; we're Marauders, so we can do anything and everything."

"Hang on." I got up and went to the back cupboard, where there were five bottles of butterbeer stashed from a few nights back. I took four of them out and passed three of them around. "Let's have a drink to commemorate the night we made the Map."

"Perfect," Sirius said, smiling. "To the Marauders and the Marauder's Map." He held his bottle up in the middle.

"To the Marauders and the Marauder's Map," Remus, Peter, and I said simultaneously. We clinked bottles and took a hearty sip of butterbeer, nearly finishing the entire bottle in the one gulp. We looked around at each other, proud of ourselves – the Map was finished!

Remus opted to throw away our bottles while Sirius and I took the map to the dormitory with Peter. Peter said we should put it in Sirius's bedside drawer, since no one dared to go in there, until we wanted to use it, and the motion passed; into that drawer it went. When Remus came upstairs to us, we hurriedly changed into night clothes so that we could go to sleep – Remus was exhausted and wanted all of us to sleep so that we could "make use of our last study day before the exams" (as though Sirius and I would!), and it was best to just listen. I got into my bed, and the rest of the Marauders got into theirs, and we fell asleep to the victorious thoughts of making the Map and thinking about what we were going to do with it.

It was definitely a fun matter to ponder.

I would have pondered it for much longer than I had, but I couldn't; Remus woke me up at about four in the morning, trying to get me to study. I waved him off, of course, but I couldn't make myself go back to sleep, so I just decided to write. In a weird way, Remus was right – this diary has kind of become my friend, even though I wouldn't have liked it to happen that way, and I like writing in it. It's not like I'm going to tell other people about it, but it has helped, kind of. What's more, if people find this in the future, along with the Marauder's Map, they'll get to know a bit more about the four bad-ass Marauders that created it, which is, of course a good thing. This diary could become its own legend – a fifteen/sixteen year old Hogwarts boy's Marauder adventures, all in one convenient little book. That would be cool; to have people read my diary one day and talk about the things I did and felt. Some might find that mortifying, but I'd like it…so long as I'm long gone when it happens, so that I don't have to answer to anybody.

Lily

June 3rd

Dear Diary,

It's been an extremely long time since I've written.

I know, I know, I've tried to be regular about writing in here, but my lack of news lately is because of…well…everything, really. Having a boyfriend and important exams to balance out at the same time is no easy feat, so I haven't gotten too much time to write. However, I do have time right now, since it's early morning and I've already obsessively studied for a few hours now, so I figured it's time to write down about what's been going on in my crazy life lately.

Mostly, it's been a lot of James – I can't bear having him away from me, pathetic as it is, and he's not exactly one to push me aside and request some space. I've been living in his pocket, and he's been living in mine; but, on our defense, we've been a lot better lately – now that we've gotten used to the idea that we can actually be together, which was an overwhelmingly wonderful thought at first and still is, it's easier to be apart. Leila is pleased that I don't have to ignore her all the time, and has been claiming that my new approach to life is much healthier.

"You finally let someone in, Lily!" she had said to me a couple of days back when I had expressed my recent enjoyment for Hogwarts.

"Who knew that could make all the difference?" I had asked her. It was a fair question – I had never, ever thought that just letting someone get to know me would change the way I look at everything. It's amazing, this new world of emotion that I've discovered around James. It's like nothing I could have ever imagined; I'd always seen couples cuddling or kissing or doing related activities together all the time, and I'd been cynical. Now though, I know exactly what makes those things enjoyable, and though I can't put it into intelligible words, I know that I never really lived before I got out of the tiny bubble my life used to be.

Sometimes, just for fun, I look back at my oldest diary entries and reflect on how much I've changed. I used to be so negative; how could I have thought such things? My opinion on my own worth was pretty low, but now, I almost feel arrogant; I can't be blamed though, because it's James's fault – he knows exactly what to do and say to make me feel wanted, needed, and loved. I almost feel like I've becoming a new person, completely different from who I used to be; I'm relearning how to live my life, and now that I'm out of the shell I used to be in, I wonder why I ever made myself stay there.

One thing that hasn't changed, however, and that's the way I study. Despite James and Leila groaning loudly every time I open a book, I have been obsessively studying for my O. W. L. exams and refusing to hear a word otherwise. Every night, without fail, I go through more and more of my old notes. I've finally run out of practice tests (James very nearly threw me a party when he found out), but I have been getting a few more from my teachers. I did get annoyed with Flitwick though – a week back, he turned down my request for practices by insisting I wouldn't need them, and that he was saving them for people who really did need them. Leila had found that extremely funny, but I hadn't. I was constantly reminded of the incident whenever I started studying.

So, moving on to more recent events, today is Monday – it's about six thirty in the morning at the moment. I have been studying since five AM today, just looking over things and practicing incantations/wand movements. Why did I do that? No, it's not because I'm crazy; it's because today is the first day for the exams – I have Transfiguration and Charms, both the written and the interactive portions. I'm scared to death; I've studied everything I have, but it still might not be enough. I expressed this matter to James last night in the common room late at night, while I was studying and he was waiting for me to finish up, and he laughed out loud at me.

"Lily, you're insane," he said. "You're reading for these exams – you know you are."

"But what if I'm not?" I fretted. "What if I blank and I can't remember anything tomorrow?"

"You won't," he soothed me. "Trust me."

That was something I could do without much difficulty – I took a few deep breaths and said, "Okay, I won't. But I still need to study."

James exhaled irately and took my notes away from me. "Don't be fussy, Lily; it's not that big of a deal."

"O. W. L. exams are the biggest deals in the world!" I hollered at him. "How can you doubt that?"

He sighed. "Let me rephrase that; studying isn't the biggest deal in the world. You're ready and you know it. All you need to do to prepare right now is relax, breathe, and get a good night's sleep."

"I'm not tired," I told him. "I don't want to sleep – I want to study."

James shook his head sadly. "I think you got some kind of mutation in your genes, Lily; this isn't normal."

I chose to ignore that comment and pouted at him. He smiled a little more patiently at me and said, "C'mere, study-holic." He pulled my arm and situated me so that I was lying on top of him on the sofa and stroked my hair. "Aren't you sleepy at all?"

"Maybe," I said, enjoying the feel of his arms on my back. "But maybe not."

"I think you are." He laid my head on his shoulder and began to rubbing my shoulders, knowing I'm the most susceptible when he does that. "Go to sleep, little flower."

"What about you?" I asked him.

"Don't worry about me," he said nonchalantly. "Sleep – you need it."

"I do worry about you," I protested. "I love you."

He smiled once more. "Just sleep and I'll know you do."

I doubted I could possibly fall asleep on top of James Potter, but I found that to be untrue – my eyelids drooped much faster than they normally did on other, much harder study nights. Before I knew it, I was too exhausted to even think about where I was, and I slowly found myself slipping into those blackened regions of much-needed sleep.

I woke up this morning confused – I had no idea where I was. I felt like I was on a moving mattress with something warmer than a blanket on my back, and I knew that couldn't be right. I managed to open my eyes bigger, marveling at how dreamless and serene the last night had been – lately, I'd been plagued with dreams of failing my exams and I would wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweat. Then I look down, and find that my 'moving mattress' was James; everything from the last night came back to me, and I realized that I had fallen asleep on top of James, and he, being too polite to dump me on the sofa and go to bed, had stayed with me. I felt so bad for depriving him of a proper place to sleep, but at the same time, I liked that he'd stayed – I liked sleeping next to (or, really, on top of) him and I'd never slept better.

I carefully took myself off of him, trying not to wake him, and watched him sleep for a few minutes. He was even more beautiful when he was asleep – his long, nearly feminine eyelashes were allowed to fan out a little more, his face was relaxed and childlike, and his hair was even messier than it normally should be. I stroked his back like he had done to me the previous night, and his muscles loosened even more. He was so susceptible; it was times like these that reminded me just why I loved that boy so much. I turned him over and kissed his cheek before going back to my books.

Immediately, I was lost in my own little world again, and I almost forgot all about James, lying on the sofa, knocked out completely. Last minute checks, a few quick run-throughs of wand movements I had trouble remember – all that fun stuff that I love looking over just before testing time. It's just so much to remember; I don't know how I'm going to do it. James is a huge help in the emotional department, no doubt about it, but when it comes to the studying department – he's hopeless. He never did like studying, so he doesn't know much about encouraging me, and now he claims to be allergic to it after watching me work. I want to hit him whenever I hear him say that, but I don't – that wouldn't be good at all. He's always patient with me, so why can't I be patient when it comes to teaching him the value of studying? I mused on these matters this morning instead of looking at notes for a little while; James was so intriguing to me, even now, and that kept me from what I was supposed to be doing.

Now, of course, I'm done with looking over my books, and I've been staring at James for the past few minutes in between writing paragraphs and thinking about what to say. I wish I had my camera – he's so cute when he sleeps. He looks like a little kid, and I adore it. Is it unacceptable to kiss someone when they're sleeping? I think it is, but if it isn't, I would. I sound like an obsessive stalker, which I suppose I can be sometimes, but really – you'd just have to look at him to understand where I'm coming from.

I think he's waking up though; I see him stirring. He's got the imprint of the sofa on the entire left side of his face – it's so funny. I'll tell him that when he's fully awake. His eyes are so large and lovely right now, when they're still vulnerable from his slumber. He's smiling at me now, watching me write all of this down. He finds it amusing that he gets to observe me as I'm writing in the diary he stole a few weeks back, I can tell. He won't say it, because he knows something inside me still half-heartedly disapproves of what he did, but I'm not stupid – I can see that he's thinking it. He's such a wonderful moron; I love him more for his imperfections than for his strengths, although I find it ironic that those same imperfections were the reasons I hated him to start with. Ah, well; life's weird, and I don't bother to ask why anymore.

I'd better end this right here – James is teasing me and saying he'll read what I just wrote when I next fall asleep studying. I need to chuck something at him where it hurts. Excuse me.

A/N: Okay, well, this chapter was different because James's was first, and written a day before Lily's was; it was also different because James's entry was about double the length of Lily's. xD But that's okay; Lily usually has the more dominant entries anyway. There might have been tiny little date errors in there though, so in case you spotted any, I'm sorry that they are there, but I edited this over so many times that I lost track of some things. It happens. I'm also sorry (again) for the long wait, but I hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it; thanks for waiting, and don't forget to review! I won't take so much time on the next chapter, I swear it. :P

Extra note: The insults were, obviously, slightly edited from the ones used in The Prisoner of Azkaban. :) I wanted to be as politically correct as possible. Don't kill me – I know those were directly J. K. Rowling's, not mine, so I'm just telling you that now.