A/N: Thank you to all those of you who have reviewed/followed/read! My heart goes out to you! I keep forgetting to add these things. It gets really annoying sometimes.
I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
September 5, 1977
I am so stupid! Today was stuck in a broom closet with, you know who…Lily Amanda Evans. I blew it when we were about to kiss when I said, "It's really hot in here, you must be boiling my blood." She glared at me, then pointedly sat on the floor of the broom closet, staring at the door, and shoving her elbow in my gut. Her hair was right under my nose, so I smelled it and said, "Oh love, you must be bewitching me, because I've certainly fallen under you spell." She then jerked up, running straight into my chest, her check touching mine.
When the door finally managed to open, it was well past dinner. A small first year Gryffindor stood in front of the door and said, "What were you doing in there Head Boy and Girl?!"
"NOTHING!" both Lily and I yelled, scaring the poor kid out of his wits.
Then I ran to the kitchens, to find Lily following me. I then ran to the hump-backed witch on the third floor and ran to Hogsmead. I ate there and returned only when the half-moon had risen high in the sky.
James Potter
"It didn't work," said the first year to the crowded common room. "They didn't do anything. They both ran away after that."
"AGAIN! WHO SUGGESTED THIS?" yelled Jen.
"Um…Sirius," said a boy.
"You are stupid, Sirius!" yelled Jen.
"Let's see Peter think of a better idea," cut in Emma.
"We could get them to patrol together," said the small boy.
"They already do!" said Jen.
"Oh."
"ANOTHER IDEA PLEASE!"