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: Yay! In this chapter, you find out what happens when Sirius spreads the contents of the will.

Nothing belongs. -cowers as James comes with a feather duster- MY STORY IS NOT DUSTY!

James walked down to breakfast the next day. It was New Years Eve morning, and he was already planning on who he was going to kiss that night. Lily Evans of course. As always. Only this time, he hoped that she wouldn't slap his guts out.

The Great Hall was chatting away happily, and there were a medium number of students home for the holidays. He looked around and saw his Quidditch team all present, and accounted for.

Good lads, he thought. And lady. He corrected himself for his mistake. One should not forget the female Patil twin. She had a temper. James had had several encounters with it. If a few Quaffles, a couple Bludgers and a Snitch chasing him, trying to shove itself up his rear end hadn't taught him never to cross her, he didn't know what would.

"Ooohhh, here comes James." an extremely giggly, blonde female pointed at him. The rest of her friends turned to look at him and giggled as well.

"Hey, Potter! How do ya plan to leave Evans your heart, huh?" Bilius Weasley called out. He had an evil grin on his face that suggested nothing good. Leave Lily my heart? What the hell?

"Hey, Spartacus!" Regulus Black called out. "How's it goin'? Taught your mousey friend how to tell apart the different ends of a broomstick yet?!"

Teach Wormtail to distinguish different parts of a broomstick? What the f--- is going on? Oh no, no, no, NO!!! No, it's not possible! MY LIFE IS OFFICIALLY OVER!

"POTTER!" Lily screeched and stomped up to him. James opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong, but she cut him off. "JAMES POTTER! IN ALL MY LIFE I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE EMBARRESSED! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE MY SUCH A DISGUSTING THING AS A BODY PART TO ME, IN YOUR WILL!?"

"Lily, let me explain," James began helplessly. The colour of her face was a fair opponent to the colour of her hair. She held her wand threateningly under his nose.

"Potter, if you insist on continuing this childish behaviour, I will find a way to strip you of your Head Boy badge." she said.

James's face was one of shock. "You can't do that!" he spluttered.

"Watch me." With that, she walked away on her heel, leaving an extremely agitated James behind.

A spurt of laughter made him turn around. Sirius was staring at him with an evil grin on his face. "So, Prongs, hows it going?" he asked casually. James plunked himself down in his seat and poked his cereal dolefully.

"Not too well, Padfoot. I have no clue which git took my will, but that idiot is going to wish he was never born."

"Oohh..I'm so scared," Sirius said mockingly. James looked up.

"What do you mean?" he asked in a dangerous voice. Sirius grinned evilly and pulled out a scrunched up piece of paper from his pocket.

"Looking for this?" he asked, dangling it above James's head tantalisingly. The boldened, and underlined heading stared out in contrast to the white piece of parchment. James gasped as he recognized it.

"You didn't..." he said, staring at his best friend.

"I did." Sirius replied. Remus watched them warily, then slowly inched away. He knew them too well to sit withing a ten mile radius of them whenever one of them pulled something like this.

James was slowly turning red, then bypassed purple. "Give that here." he said, holding out his hand.

"Hmm...how about NO!?" Sirius replied, then shot up from the table and ran down the aisle.

"GET BACK HERE!" James shouted, then jumped over the table, knocking over his bowl of cereal. "GIVE ME THAT SIRIUS ORION BLACK, OR WILL TELL EVERYBODY THAT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON BELLATRIX!!!" Bellatrix looked up and glared darkly over at the pair of them before returning to her cereal. Sirius was running a lot faster than James could ever dream of, but James had the advantage of his Quidditch muscles. The two of them ran around the Great Hall, jumping over tables, knocking people's heads as they chased each other. "GIVE THAT BACK HERE!!"

"NEVA!!!" Sirius screeched back and ran faster until he finally crashed into the wall and blacked out.

December 31, 1978

I swear, that GIT IS GOING TO PAY!

You might be wondering where I'm writing this from. I'm sitting beside Padfoot in the Hospital Wing. He hit the wall pretty hard, and hasn't come to yet. Gosh, I hope he hasn't got a concussion. That would be horrible.

James took a break to stare at his friend. His eyelids were shut over his blue-grey eyes, hair sticking up at odd angles. A snow white bandage covered his forehead, with a small splodge of dark red in one corner. In other words, he looked pretty pitiful, but James knew much better than to fall for his mate's tricks.

He looks so sweet just lying there, but I know a lot better. He pulls that look whenever he doesn't want to practice Quidditch. I threaten him with a couple hexes below the belt and he usually comes running. Bless. I don't blame him for wanting to protect that area.

Okay, so I never managed to get the will, but that thing's long gone. McGonagall found us and then screamed at me for about an hour. Doesn't she know that screaming only degrades you in the person's eyes? I guess even us smarties have weak points.

Speaking of which, Lily's been by and she left a few packets of muggle sweets for him when he wakes up. I asked for a few, but she sent me the look. I swiped them from his table and have proceeded to eat through a massive packet of-

James glanced at the blue packet decorated with different coloured dots.

-Smarties. They're good. Moony'ed love them. I'd better save a couple for him. She also told me that my badge was in danger.

Sometimes, I really don't get her. I mean, why does she hate me so much? Okay, maybe I made life hell for her a few times in my first year, but is that really a reason to carry a grudge? I was eleven. People grow up. My Head Boy badge is proof of that. And she wants to take it away, because she's got it in her head that I'm not mature enough for it.

Well, it's second term soon. I think I'm rather mature thanks.

I'll write more later. I think the git's coming to. He's got a death sentence coming to him.

James.

Sirius opened his eyes and looked up at the white ceiling streaked with blue. He vaguely remembered running around the Great Hall with James's "will", then crashing into the wall and getting a splitting headache. Well, sort of like how he felt now. Wincing, he sat up and looked at his best friend staring at him, grinning like a maniac.

"'Lo, James." he croaked out. "I'm feelin' a bit unda the weather here. You might want to save your death sentence for later."

"Sorry mate, but I can't hold up the court." James replied, grinning. Sirius smirked and sank back into his bed. "Glad you're back, Sirius." James said.

"Me too," Sirius replied.

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. This series is going to be pretty short. I have another fic that I want to write, but that's going to be a long one. I want to get these out of my way. I'd say...another 5-8 chapters left? Then, I'm going to finish Kids Again, then possibly my other HP fic.

About A New Generation. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW ME FOR THAT! I'm begging you. Double chocolate cookies to whoever does so. -cracks grin- Promise.

And now, I point to that elusive review button. Thanks for reading!

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