Okay, after the Prologue we get onto the nasty stuff like the disclaimer and such so stay with me.

Disclaimer: As a ritual, I start by saying that I do not, and will never, own any characters that have any connection to the work of J.K Rowling (She will enter heaven like a saint for her brilliant Harry Potter saga). Also, good to add --- My first language is Swedish so do correct me if you find errors (although I have spell-check and a reasonably good grammar according to my English teacher). And finally but most importantly I hope you enjoy the story I'm trying to tell.

Story: The Secrets of Lily Potter
Author: Lumos Maximum
Rating: T
Shipping's: Severus Snape/Lily Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans and Lily Luna/Original Characters
Eras: Focuses on Next Generation and The Marauders era
Add: Canon fic. Not OOC nor AU -- just my way of seeing it.
Favorite Maurd. Era chapter -- Reflections
Favorite NextGen chapter -- Dame in Distress

So, now that the unnecessary part is over, let's do this. Let's make this story happen.

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I:
Not your secrets

My name is Lily Luna, I am twenty one, right handed, fond of food and extremely uninteresting and oh, this is my story. It starts here I guess, in the same room where my hero lives, in a rather boyish room a floor above a loud joke shop. James Sirius Potter was always my hero, perhaps because his brown eyes and his twisted smile, not so different from my own, screamed mischief and boldness. I wished that my eyes didn't look that mischevious (although I was certain that they did) and that I was black haired instead of flaming red like my mother (Ginny Potter if you don't read the Daily Prophets Sports page) but mostly I wished that I was smart, like my brother Albus Potter or courageous like my father, Harry Potter but I was like my brother James through and through. Stupidly brave perhaps but never backing down from a challenge. That's why, here in the beginning of my story I felt less a sudden disappointment towards James Potter, who I saw as myself, when he looked upon me with his brown eyes with the… item in his hand shaking.

"I don't know what to do with this Lily," James said with his eyes widen.

"Well – I can't ask Dad or Mum and Albus is well, Albus" I told him rather unpleased.

"Yeah – he will definitely tell Mum. But I don't dare open it" James told me with the inherited hesitation from our father.

"Are you afraid?" I provoked.

James narrowed his eyes at the word afraid and took it as a personal insult. My item or to be more specific, the book that contained the secrets of Lily Potter, stayed put in James hand but his mouth moved without letting words out. The small bedroom that James had been living in since his late teens in fell silent but the sounds of the wild and successful joke shop downstairs made the silence bearable.

"So?" I pushed and James eyes narrowed a bit more while examining the book he held."Are you afraid?"

"Yes" James told me stiffly after a minute of silence and seriousness in his eyes.

I absorbed his uncharacteristic confession. "What?"

"Yes, I am afraid. I have a bad feeling about this," was all James said to me and dropped the book on the floor like it burnt him badly.

I knew what feeling he was talking about, that's why I had refused to do anything with the book after stealing it when Teddy went on and on with werewolf stories in the attic a week ago. Shamefully I thought that if James had been brave enough to open this book that gave me a different kind of emotion down my spine surely I could too.

"Don't be silly" I said, knowing that it was not silly at all. The book was pretty creepy overall.

"I remember this amazing girl, Horsia O'Donnell, really good looking, slim and funny."

"Oh – James"

"Listen, this beautiful girl was a Ravenclaw, too clever for well – my good. So Freddy stole her diary from her schoolbag a couple of days after the Yule Ball and well, I won't lie to you Lilykins. I might have done some things with her that Yule Ball."

I frowned at the teasing nickname he used and at the things he referred to. "Please lie James"

"That's not the point. I got hold of my diary and the secrets there… " James continued but lowered his voice.

'…what? Did she write of how handsome you looked in your dress robes because I highly doubt that you would have any problem with that." I snapped.

"It was more how handsome I looked without my dress robes." James said laughing.

I fixed my eyes on his to slowly try to kill him with the fire in my eyes. The book was still on the floor and I was curious of how to open it. "Get to the point."

"Right... well, despite hearing of how handsome I am I also got a permanent lesson in not reading anybody's secrets. They are someone else's and intruders get scared by the secrets weight."

The bedroom door flung open and behind it stood a woman I've always been fascinated with. She had a slim body, wild, black hair and black eyes that somehow held light in them. Both James and I snapped out of our slightly private conversation and stood up scared without any reason. The remarkable woman's voice was firm and reminded both James and me about our own mothers' strict tone.

"What are you doing up here? The shop is going crazy without you!"

"Ehm – right. I'm coming love," James replied but slowly started to move his foot towards the black book dropped on the floor.

""Good and get those Dirt-on-Nose from the storage will you?" Her facial expression softened in an instant and her tone became a calm and almost soothing voice. "Well, hi Lily"

"Hi Horsia," I replied without looking enviously at Horsia wild black hair but instead focused on the book down by James feet that slowly got pushed away to a safe spot under the bed. Horsia saw the quick – but not too quick – movement James did and her tone went back to being firm and strict again.

"Busted" was all Horsia said and the defeated face of James was proof enough that the secret of The Secrets of Lily Potter wasn't going to be held to ourselves any longer.

"It's a family matter" James told Horsia but two steps later Horsia held the book in my hands and gave James two pairs of evil eyes. Horsia was basically our family so James comment wasn't of any good – I could even have sworn that James talked with Dad about his future proposal.

"What are you doing with Lily's diary anyways, didn't you learn you lesson from the painful scars?" Horsia demanded.

"Scars?" I asked Horsia and James gave Horsia a pleading look.

"Haven't James told you the story of the day he stole my diary" Horsia asked amused.

"Well, that isn't a secret I'm willing to share!" James let out.

"And still you tried to get to Horsias!" I shot back and Horsia laughed at James muttering about Fred and girls.

Horsia crashed down at the bed,"Fred stole my diary one day and James tried to open it, to his great misery. What he didn't know was that I had hexed my diary to scar someone who dared to come into my private area"

James interrupted by laughing at this.

"Moving on James. When he tried to open it, he lied and my badly done charm hurt him severely. But if he read it… well, it would have scared him for every page of secrets he dared to read."

"I would never dare Horsia, you know that!" James interrupted again. Horsia kissed him at the temple and smiled, still asking James what he did with my diary.

"It isn't mine, I don't know how to open it" I admitted and I expected a scolding but Horsias love for mischief's was as strong as her boyfriends. Without asking questions, a trait in a woman that fitted James too good, she took the book and let her wand move quickly against the golden sentence across the black book and then let her hand rest on the words that started to glow and out of them the warmest tone of a woman revealed itself to the three of us.

"Is this a book that belongs to you?" said the voice that sounded so surreal and familiar at once. I felt the warmth of the voice consume my.

"Yes"
"Lie again and you will see. What is your name? "
"Horsia O'Donnell"
"These are not your secrets to read, do you agree?"
"Yes" Horsia said firmly.
"Then leave it from where it came"

The glow of words faded away to the now pale gold. James looked bitterly at Horsia and then the book. "And that's how you open a charmed diary; do not insult it by lying twice or by simply being the enemy of the secrets" Horsia said with a vicious look at James and handed the book to me that felt consumed by the diary woman's warm tone.

The magic in the room was interrupted by a too loud bang and a cheer from young boys and girls downstairs. "Damnit James! The shop" and Horsia left in an instance. We fell quiet, both thinking of the warm voice from the diary.

"I'll return it to Teddy tomorrow, that's where it came from" I said after a minute of considering the book and the warnings Horsia did before leaving to rescue the pieces left of the shop. James Potter's eyes however glowed with the bad look of mischief and when Horsia was yelling fiercely downstairs I saw his baldness creep out. James stole the book from my clutching hands, grabbed his wand from the nightstand and prepared himself by rolling up his sleeves.

"What are you doing James?" I burst out, slightly provoking on purpose.

"Well – its grannies right?" James said grinning.

"So?" I said.

James grin grew bigger. "So, it's my secrets to read"

I, Lily Luna, had a bad feeling about this just for the record but the brain behind the glowing eyes of James Sirius Potter was unstoppable.

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