A/N: I can't remember if I did this in previous chapters, but: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER WORLD. Thought sometimes I wish I did. Thank you all for reading, and it would be much appreciated if you left a review! Thank you all!

September 2, 1977

I know I have left this to be dusty in the corner. But I had to vent to someone (or thing), other than the boys, for once.

See, I have been chasing after Lily for six years, having no influence on her life. She has rejected me 8,610 times, never failing to reject me. No, it's 8,011 times now.

I decided to tell her I loved her. She didn't like it. Well, when I did, she ran. When I asked if she wanted to go on a walk with me, she yelled at me. When I told her she mattered, she said it couldn't happen and ran.

I must be an utter failure. If Lily Evans can't stand me, than I am hopeless. James Harold Potter, the Quidditch Star, top of his class (minus Lily), the ladies-man, is hopeless because he can't get Lily.

Wow, that sounds like she's a game, she's not, let me tell you! I love the way she eats her food, the way she sits in class, the way she pouts when she can't get her way, the way she talks with her friends, the way she hunches over her books, the way she slips through the hallways turning heads as she goes (I kill the ones who look), the way she cocks her head when she is confused, the way her faces lights up at Christmas, the way she smiles, the way she yells at me, the way she turns the colour of her hair when she is angry, the way she smells, the way she is!

Lily Evans.

The apple of my eyes.

The mayor of my heart.

The love of my life.

Wow, how would Jen react if she knew I was in love at the small age of 17 ½?

But I am.

I, James Harold Potter, am in love with Lily Amanda Evans.

James Potter

NOTE: Lily doesn't know that I know her middle name, she doesn't like people to know. I can't say how I know, because we might read our journals when we get married, just to relive our lives as children.

Oh yea.

After I challenged her to kiss me to show me that she wasn't afraid of liking me, she slapped me and pushed me out of her room. I stood there, outside of her door, then stumbled into my room, shocked at what she had done. I would have preferred her kicking me with her shoe, because now, I know her touch. I am too deeply in love to come out.

"They both have journals," Jen listed, thinking of how she had given both James and Lily one at some point. "I know that Lily writes in hers sometimes; James does too."

"They both are smart," said Remus, thinking of how he was third. "They are the top of the class."

"James is the best at Quidditch," said Sirius, thinking of the last year.

"And Lily is the worst," said Emma, thinking of the first flying lesson they had had.

"Lily's kind," said Peter, thinking of how she helped him sometimes with homework.

"James is a knot-head," said Ava, thinking of how James would always ruin things when he asked Lily out.

The six of them were sitting by the fire, listing ideas of how to get James and Lily together. They had started by listing what they had in common.

"Okay, we are supposed to be listing what they have in common!" Remus cried out, jabbing at the parchment in front of him.

"Of course, Remus, but really, they are perfect for each other and the only reason why they aren't going out right now is because they don't know it," yelled Jen.

"You sound like a match-maker, all of you do," said a voice from behind them. They all turned to see Olivia Patil standing behind the couch. She jumped the couch and sat next to Remus. "So…who are we trying to get together?" She saw who was there, then laughed. "You are trying to get James and Lily together?" She burst out laughing at their faces. The whole common room turned towards the small group on the floor. "James! And! Lily! Together!" More laughing.

"They both like each other, we have proof," Sirius said, frowning.

"And where is this proof?" asked Taylor Bell, the keeper of the Quidditch team.

While Sirius sputtered for proof as Jen spoke calmly, "Right here." She held up the other copies of the journals she had given to James and Lily, they had everything they had ever written in their copy, exactly as they had. She flipped to the most recent one in each. "This is from James, 'I, James Harold Potter, am in love with Lily Am—Evans. I am too deeply in love to come out.'" She skipped over Lily's middle name, for the sake of her best friend. "And Lily, 'Why does he have to be so handsome?'" Everyone was quiet.

"How do we know this is true?" asked a girl from the crowd. Jen marched over to her and slammed Lily's copy of the journal in front of her.

"Does this look like Lily's handwriting?" she asked. The girl nodded. "That's what I thought." She walked back to the fire. "Now, we need ideas, pronto."

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