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!

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James: You're forgetting again...
Me: What?
James: Disclaimer.
Me: Oh, right. Nothing belongs.
James: Much better.

December 29th, 1978

I'm alive...I AM ALIVE!!

But my life is officially over.

Okay, so I went to Flitwick's office like Lily told me to. First of all, the guy isn't EVEN THERE. I waited outside of his office for almost thirty minutes until finally he comes and lets me in. GUESS WHO IS BEHIND HIM! Okay, this time it's not Lily. It's Moony! I guess he was confused about what was happening too, so Flitwick lets us into his office. I've never been in his office before, because everytime he catches us, he tends to let us off the hook. Nice guy, Flitwick...if only I hadn't been so nervous, I would have remembered that. But I didn't.

"Sit down, Potter. Lupin." he says to us. We (me and Moony), exchange looks then sit down. I was right in thinking that some stupid git handed my essay in early. It was sitting on his desk, my awful, hurried chicken-scratch handwriting on the page. Flitwick see's me staring at it, and he begins right away. Another good thing about Flitwick. If it were say...Slughorn, we'd be going in circles. He'd probably be praising me about my potion-ing ability then shove the essay under my nose and burst my bubble. Not Flitwick though. He got straight to the point.

"Mr. Potter, your essay was handed in early by somebody today morning with a note asking for it to be looked over." he said. "I did so and I found that a few things were very well written..." I was so happy to hear this, but then "...but others are a little left to be desired."

What the hell was that supposed to mean? I stopped myself from saying that just in time and managed a polite, "I don't understand, Professor." Works magic on McGonagall and Slughorn. Not on Flitwick though.

"I am afraid to say, Mr. Potter, that no one named 'Fliddle' invented the Fidelius charm." he told me. Oops. Okay, maybe there were a few things in there that I made up...BUT WHY MENTION IT IN FRONT OF REMUS?! You should have seen the look on his face...it was a cross between extreme humor and extreme sadness. I felt ready to strangle the two of them, but I restrained myself. Death is never an option.

"Oh?" was all I could say. Moony sighed and rolled his eyes.

"What is the point, Professor?" he asked impatiently. My dear Moony, my good friend. If I hadn't been so bent on trying not to strangle him, I would have kissed him.

Flitwick sighs. "My point is, Mr. Potter is extremely inadept and N.E.W.T Charms."

Oh god, oh god, HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. That pretty much sums up what I was thinking at that moment. I felt ready to disappear. Charms has never exactly been my strongest subject, but I always scraped at least an 'A' at it. But this holiday essay really had me stumped.

"I am afraid that if he doesn't pick up the pace, he may find himself doing sixth year Charms work."

Well. That was it. I WAS NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES DOING SIXTH YEAR CHARMS! NOT ME, THE FAMOUS JAMES POTTER TOP OF THE YEAR. No. Not in a MILLION YEARS.

Finally, I manage to unstick my tongue. "I'm sorry Professor, but I refuse to do sixth year work." I told him. Moony smiles at me sadly. I could almost see him spot my helplessness.

But then, in a stroke of pure luck, Flitwick gets all thoughtful. "You know, Mr. Potter, you might have a point. It could be damaging to your future prospects. Therefore, I was hoping that Mr. Lupin here would agree to tutoring you once a week in Charms."

Those words were the best Christmas gift I could ever get.

"No problem Professor." Moony says. Ah, good old Moony, a true Marauder. Always there to help when you need him. I shot a grateful look at him, which he returned with a smile. Next time I'm in Hogsmeade, I'm going to buy out the entire chocolate section of the store. Moony deserves it.

After working out the finer details, we left the office. I had my essay tucked in under my arm. The minute I get back, that thing's going in the fire. I was graded a 'T' unfortunately. No one is going to see that mark. Not if James Spartacus Potter can help it. We're just chatting about our latest full moon escapade, when I see Lily coming towards us.

"So, Potter. What are you in trouble for this time?" I was a little more than hurt people. I mean, why does everybody insist upon me always being in trouble when I enter a teacher's office? Sheesh. Stereotypes these days.

"Nothing, Flitwick's got him taking some tutoring lessons once a week with me for Charms." Moony answers. Smooth as butter, always making it sound better than it is. He so deserves the chocolate that he's getting.

Lily raises an eyebrow and say's oh and leaves. Cool as you please, but that's Lily for you. We get back to the Common Room with no trouble.

You know, a few days ago, you'd never guess that I'd be writing in a journal every day. I guess times change.

Bye,

James.

James closed his journal and tucked his quill inside it. The Common Room was almost deserted except for Sirius who was doing some homework and Remus who was helping him. Wormtail was up to his usual, weird stuff. Shrugging, he made his way up the stairs to the dormitories.

What he didn't notice was that The Last Will and Testament of James Spartacus Potter had somehow torn itself out of the book and it gently cascaded to the floor, landing right in front of...

...Sirius Black.

A/N: This chapter is slightly longer than my usual ones. So many people are reviewing my story in such a short time! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for all those who do so! And please don't forget to check out A New Generation as well.

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