The Journal

Summary: James recieves a journal for Christmas from an anonymous sender. What better to do with it, than write? Seventh year, JP pairing. R&R please!

A/N: Chapter 3! Yay! Oh, and while I'm at it, let me address a few of the reviews from yesterday:

Jamie2006 - Thank you for your review! I'm glad that my first chapter wasn't as bad as I figured.
Blue-eyed-chica - THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS! You've reviewed every single one of my stories, and I cannot thank you enough for that.
Care123 - Thank you!
magicalwiz - The chapters are meant to be short. Like I said in the first one, James doesn't like to write, so the only way out is to write short entries. But, I could try and smush a few together at a time. Thank you for your review!
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That's all for now! Oh, and nothing belongs, except for the humor and plot.

December 27th, 1978

Ugh, I am so bored out of my mind. Sirius went on a snivellus-hunt. Me, being the kind and considerate James Potter I am, decided to stay behind and give Snivelly a break. Of course, the alternative was the holiday homework that McGonagall and Flitwick gave us. You know me, I'm a whiz at the Transfiguration stuff. Like Ollivander said, my wand is made for it. Charms...well, let's just say that I'm not exactly sure Flitwick's going to be happy with my essay on the Fidelius Charm. Of course, I could have asked Lily for help, but she screamed her lungs out at me for fixing the star on one of the Christmas trees, thinking I'm going to hex it and set it on the poor fifth year who had the guts to snub me yesterday. It took all my self-respect and love for Lily to not hex the snot-rag into next Tuesday. I got him back though. How? Oh, that's simple. I took four hundred points off of Slytherin, bit by bit, and gave him detention for talking back to the Head Boy.

McGonagall's not going to be pleased when she finds him in her office during the holiday's, thats for sure.

You know, sometimes, I wonder if it's even worth it. What am I saying, of COURSE it's worth it! I love Lily with all my heart, but sometimes, you gotta think. Am I ever going to be good enough for the famous Lily Evans?

Remus, being the wonderful friend he is, heard me as I ranted to him today. I know, I know, only girls have the notion of a 'faithful friend'. But, we're the Marauders. And whatever anyone else might think, we have problems too. We're not exactly gods, for heavens sake.

Maybe that's why I'm so attracted to Lily? She's the only person who saw through my act. Believe it or not, I'm not all perfect like some people might think. I've got mood swings, I deal with heartbreak. Infact, I deal with it all the time.

James closed his journal and sighed. The fire crackled and popped, as the yellow-orange flames licked the logs. He sunk back into the arm-chair, and glanced towards the back of the portrait. Remus had gone to bed early, and Peter was sitting in a corner of the room, writing feverishly at a piece of parchment. Sirius wasn't back yet, and James frowned. Usually, when his best friend went for Snivellus-hunts, the mission didn't take more than half-an-hour.

Feeling worried, James pulled out his Marauders Map, and was about to unfold it, when the portrait burst open, and a very dishelved looking Sirius walked in, with a glowering looking Lily following him

"DETENTION!" she bellowed at him, who winced painfully. "Now, tell me where Potter is, Black. Or I'll make it two detentions." she was breathing heavily. Sirius shot a smirk over at James, then turned back to Lily straight-faced.

"He's over by the fire, writing in that book of his," he replied. "Now, are we done?" But Lily wasn't listening. Instead, she was staring fixedly over at the leather-bound journal that sat in James's lap. Sirius shot a concerned look at James, who usually put on a smile whenever Lily walked into the room. Now, all he did was stare at the fire.

"Potter, I want you to tell me now, what you did to Snape." she ground out. Lily knew James Potter better than anyone, that he never gave up a chance to hex Snape. Never, ever, ever. The fact that he had stayed behind to write in a diary was too hard to comprehend. After all, the Potter she knew hated writing. No matter what the form.

James turned back to his journal, and opened it to a fresh page. He was about to write in it, when Lily wrenched it out his grasp and tossed it into the opposite arm-chair. "Potter, you can't fool me. I know you better than anyone. What did you do to Snape?"

"Nothing." James replied truthfully. "You can ask Remus if you want, he's a Prefect. And besides, I'm Head Boy, not an idiot." He saw a hint of something in Lily's eyes that he couldn't recognize. Picking up his journal, he went up the stairs to his dormitory, and opened the book again.

I think I just made my statement. he wrote. Maybe from now on, Lily'll see that I'm not the jerk I was. Sighing, he changed into his PJ's and stowed his journal and quill underneath his pillow, rolled over, and went to sleep.

A/N: I hope that this chapter wasn't too confusing to anyone. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to R&R!

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