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: Wewt! Sixth chapter. Some people have been asking me to make my chapters longer. Before anyone else asks, I'll tell you. There are two reasons that the chapter are short.

1) James doesn't like to write. He doesn't find that spending a lot of time writing in a book is worth it.

2) They're diary entries, which are meant to be short. True, a few of them might be long, but he isn't the kind of person that pours his heart out in a book. That's not what the story is about.

I hope that is addressed! Thanks for your reviews!

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December 30, 1978

-yawn-

Well, it's almost five thirty in the morning. I've been up for ages, planning my new tactics for Quidditch. I'm calling a practice in a few days, and I want to get these plan thingy's out of the way so that I won't have to deal with them when term starts. Especially with the remedial Charms I'm taking with Moony. Oh, and McGonagall's probably gonna dump a whole load of work on us, first thing. That'll probably take around fifty years to finish.

-sigh-

Sometimes, I wish life were so much easier. When you get bored, you can walk out and hex a few first years...go on a snivellus-hunt...woo my dear, sweet Lily. Those were the days. Now, I'm Head Boy with a whole bunch of resposibility on my shoulder.

That doesn't need to mean that I can't have fun.

I am James Potter after all. Master of trouble-making, ruler of all things chaotic, with my best pals, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail. Speaking of which, I've got to plan on my newest full-moon escapede. Moony's looking kinda under the weather this past week, and I checked the lunar cycle myself. Full-moon's in a week, and we haven't practiced any of our Animagi transformations for a while now. I'd better do it now.

James put down his journal and got up off the seat, scattering papers in the process. He walked to the middle of the Common Room, closed his eyes and concentrated hard. With a small pop, a magnificent stag reappeared in his place. James the stag reared his head, and glanced around the Room. His hazel eyes were the same, which was how everybody recognized him as James Potter, not a lone stag. With another pop, he reappeared as the human form. Satisfied, he sat back down and picked up his journal.

Well, that went rather well. I think that everything's gone pretty smoothly, which is wonderful. We've had stuff happen in the past, stuff that was not exactly wonderful. A couple tight spots, a couple close calls. I know I shouldn't be talking about them so naturally, those times scared the crap out of me. Especially last year, when Sirius sent Snape down the tunnel to the Shrieking Shack. I had to run all the way and pull the git out. He owe's me his life for that. But what does he do? Make our life even more miserable. I almost hexed him for believing Sirius, and I almost hexed Sirius for doing something so stupid.

Sometimes, I truly have to doubt my best friend's intelligence.

Sincerely,

James Potter.

Sirius Black was staring hard at the piece of paper that was supposedly James's will. It wasn't anything hurried, but unnaturally neat, as if he expected himself to die. The ink was fresh, which meant that it had to be written yesterday or the day before. Sirius frowned for a moment, wondering exactly why his friend had to compose a will, in which he had written the word 'responsibility'. As far as he was concerned, that word didn't exist in James's dictionary.

His blue-grey eyes roved to the top of the page, where James's name was written. He stifled a laugh as he looked at his best friend's middle name. "James Spartacus Potter, eh?" he whispered.

"That'll bring a few laughs." he said out loud, before turning over and falling asleep. It was only five forty five, and his alarm was set for twelve. He had a lot more time to sleep.

"Hang on a moment..." James muttered. He rifled through the pages of his journal, and looked at the gap between his fourth and fifth entry. He distinctly remembered writing a will on that page.

Upon closer examination, he noticed that there were tear marks on the page. With a jolt, he realized that the page had torn itself out somehow.

A fresh bout of panic enveloped his senses and he stood up rapidly. He had to find that will before someone else did. It had been written as a joke, and if some git had found it, it would be the end of his reputation. Racking his brains, he wondered if he'd written anything potentially damaging. No one would know about the Marauder's Map, Remus, Sirius and Peter would guard the secret with their lives. As for leaving Lily his heart, that might cause some embarressment, but he was used to it by now.

Then he remembered.

He'd written his middle name on the page.

"Accio will!" he said, pointing out his wand. Nothing zoomed up at him. Panicking, he spent the next thirty minutes tearing up the Common Room, in search for it.

Nothing.

In a daze, his picked up his journal once more and wrote the following words on a fresh page.

My life is officially ruined.

A/N: Uh-oh, what's going to happen now? What ebil's will Sirius create with James's will! Only time will tell! R&R!

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