Author's note: Yo! Here it is, my first fanfiction. There may be some errors here, because, you know.. it's my first fanfiction. I know there might be a lack of humour in this chapter and I do resent that, but there will certainly be humour one way or another as we process through the story and I might add changes to this chapter once in a while too. I had actually posted this before, but I had made some changes, I'm sorry for the inconvenience and this won't happen again. All this aside. Hope you enjoy and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I am going to say only once, I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters(Yeah.. it would have been so sweet if I actually did). I only own those very few(actually, really really few) characters you wouldn't recognize from the actual books or any other fanfiction.

Chapter 1

Harry stared at the front door of the old house, Godric's Hollow, the house where his mother and father had been hidden, the house where they had died. It was going to be hard to go inside and look through all the evidence knowing that even he had lived here with his parents, and had been with them when they died, although he was too young to even know what was going on. But he had too, he was an Auror now, and it was his job to sort out these crimes. He wouldn't have had the courage to come here alone if it wasn't for Hermione. The both both of them were assigned to a new case. Mysterious murders were taking place at Godric's Hollow, in the very house his parents had died. So he and Hermione, his fellow Auror, had come to this place, looking for evidence.

A small hand came up to his shoulder and touched. He turned. It was Hermione.

"You don't have to go.", she whispered with worry in her eyes.

" But I should. "

"Are you sure?"

"No."

And he opened the door and stepped inside.

He looked inside the ruined abode. The whole place had almost turned to charcoal, and it reeked of death. Hermione said," I'll look around here, you go upstairs."

Harry had no choice but to obey her. He ascended the stairs, where there was a long corridor. He walked down the corridor and poked his head inside one room. There a large four poster bed, the bed sheets half burnt. His parents bedroom, he supposed. They was nothing else there except for a black, disfigured crib on the side.

Harry checked all the other rooms, but it was all in vain. There was absolutely no evidence left behind. Not even a strand of hair.

Just as Harry was about to go downstairs, something hit him hard on his back. He immediately recoiled and spun around. He saw that it was merely the small ladder leading to the Attic. That's when the thought came to him.

The Attic.

He climbed the ladder and looked around. The place was pitch dark. The only thing he could make out was the clutters of boxes jammed inside.

Lumos.

The wand gave out a small white light at it's tip. He could now see that there other things placed within the tiny space. He tried to maneuver his way through the boxes, but accidentally knocks a couple of stacks over. He sighed and bent down to pick the boxes up. One box caught his eye. Except that it wasn't a box at all. It was a chest. It was crimson red with a golden rim. He opened it. He found old books , clothes and Hogwarts robes. His eye caught the very familiar Gryffindor crest on the robe. By its size it must've a girl's, about 18 or so. He rummaged through the contents, when something falls out of the chest. He raised the book, only to find it was a small, black leather diary. Harry dusted it off and turned the book over. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There it was, on the cover, inscribed in gold, with beautiful cursive handwriting.

Lily Evans

He let his fingertips gently touch the gold letters. This was his mother's diary. It had to be. Who else could it belong to. With shaky hands he slowly opened the book and began to read.

September 1st 1978

...

Status:Discombobulated

Time: 10:30 a.m.

What am I doing with my life?

I was supposed to be in the car half an hour ago, headed for King's Cross Station, which will then take me to Hogwarts, where I must survive my 7th and final year at Hogwarts. And what am I doing?

Looking for my lucky sweater...

Yes, my lucky sweater. I swore I had put them in the laundry yesterday, when my mum was screaming at me to put them in the laundry(for the fourth time). but now she insists that she hasn't seen them in the wash.

Shit shit shit.

I can't possibly go to Hogwarts without my lucky sweater,and I most certainly will now. I've had them since I was 11 years old, and they haven't failed me just yet.(Please don't ask me why they still fit until now, I myself have no idea how.)

Oh god this is not good.

Mom's hollering at me to get my ass in the car. My ears hurt,real bad. Even my owl, Amelia ,is flapping her wings inside her cage because of all the ruckus. Let me tell you this, you don't want to see my mom annoyed in the morning. It's not pretty.

How on earth did I live without using magic before Hogwarts?

STUFF TO DO

Check my luggage

Look for my sweater

Get my Divination book (As much as I want to, I can't forget it like last year)

Get my luggage in the car

If I still haven't found my sweater then use a summoning charm(I can't use magic here cause it will freak Petunia out)

...

Status:Stabilizing

Time:10:55 a.m.

I'm in the car with a foul mood,and an upset stomach because of all the sharp turns. We're on the last highway before reaching King's Cross station, and I can hear Amelia hooting unhappily from the back seat. I take it she doesn't like the ride either.(My mom's known for her driving skills, but not in a good way.) It'll be a miracle if I haven't missed the train yet.

By the way, I found my sweater. I was... wearing it. I didn't want to lose them at the last minute, so I had put them on in the morning.(I never knew how responsible I was)

...

Status:Relieved

Time:11:07 a.m.

I'm finally in the train, on my way to the heads' compartment. Professor McGonagall said that I should talk to the head boy there, and after that I may go back to a normal compartment.

I'm not really that surprised that I'm the head girl. After all, I've worked so hard. Trying to eat like a civilized person when I'd rather stuff my face. Doing my homework and submitting it on time. Studying hard to get good marks, and actually waking up in the morning to go for class.

I am a good girl, honest, just not a very responsible one. It's almost impossible for me to wake up early, if it weren't for Emmie and Alice sitting on top of my head, I wouldn't have even finished my homework. And with all of this there is only one thing to think about...

Who is the Head Boy?

I wonder who it is. I hope it is someone actually responsible and will forgive all of my mistakes. It has to someone like that, or else why would Dumbledore even be the headmaster?

I walk inside the compartment. But once the shut behind me, I couldn't move. I try to turn around but it was all in vain. It was only then that I realized what had happened.

My ponytail was stuck in the door.

I try to pull it out. No luck. Great.

Tap tap tap.

Are those footsteps I hear? It must be the Head Boy. Maybe he could help me.

The door opens and Potter steps inside.

"Potter, you do know that this is the Head's compartment, right?"

"Yes, I do.", he said while ruffling his hair,making it even messier.

"Then why are you here?", I give him my coldest glare.

Unfazed he says, " Well obviously because I'm the head boy.", as if it was the obvious thing in the world.

That's when I saw it, the shiny badge on in his cloak, and written on it, in bold letters was, Head Boy.

I gaped at the badge. I said,"But - but that can't be! How could you be the Head Boy."

"That's what I thought when I got the letter."

God, I couldn't think properly. All I could see was a blurry version of Potter in front of me, saying something I couldn't comprehend.

"Are you ok?"

I came back to reality. "Yes, just fine!", I say defiantly. I try to take a step forward but my hair pulls me back.

"Ow.", I mumble.

He chuckles,"As stubborn as usual." He comes closer and helps me with my hair, .

"Thank you", I mutter.

An awkward silence filled the room. And we both stood there, not knowing what to say.

"Well, don't you think we should start talking?", James began.

" Huh?"

"McGonagall said that we had to talk right?"

"Oh, right."

So we did talk, we discussed the patrols and other stuff. After all this, we were finally able to go back to our cabins.

"I guess I'll see you back at the castle then."

"Yeah, see you."

...

Status:Stressed

Time:11:45 a.m.

I'm finally in my compartment with Alice Prewett and Emmeline Vance(Or as we call her, Emmie), stuffing my face with all the chocolate that i got from the snacks cart, while Alice looks at me with disgust and Emmie reads a I'm stressed, i eat like a freakin pig. And believe me i am stressed out. James Potter, the guy I've hated since day one is officially the new Head boy. That arrogant, bullying, immatu-

Wait, well that's the thing isn't it? He looks so much more mature now. he doesn't look or sound like the guy two years ago. He's taller now, and he looks a little tanned to...

i won't deny it. Potter is rather good looking. And is one of the most eligible bachelors in the whole school(Considering that all the boys in our school are bachelors). But after going through his torture since first year. I'll say that I'm not to fond of him.

"Lily, do you have to stuff your face like that?", asks Alice after seeing me wipe all the chocolate off my face. When I eat, could turn into the world's biggest glutton. I'd probably be the only one who still has habits like the animals we descended from, the apes.

"Yes, I do.", I reply.

"Honestly, i wonder why you are so thin and you've haven't gained 30 pounds yet."

"I'm a growing girl, that's reason enough."

"Is there something wrong Lily?", Emmie says, finally looking up from her book.

"What, there's nothing wrong."

"There's something wrong, isn't it?"

"What's your reason for saying that?"

"You only eat this much when your stressed."

"Ok you're right, god you're right."

I tell then everything, from how i met Potter in the compartment to how I ended up there. You know what they did?

They laughed.

Well some great friends I've got.

"Oh merlin!", Alice exclaimed between her peals of laughter. "I can't believe your horrible luck!"

"And worst of all, you have to share a tower with him!", Emmie gasped.

Oh sodding flobberworms, I forgot! The heads have to share a tower on the east end of the castle. Plus, I have patrols with him every night.

"Stop it, both of you! I don't really think it'll be that bed."

"Not that bad? But Lily, you've hated him since first year!"

"Yes well, looking at him now, I think he might have changed a bit."

"Hmph, well you better be happy that he won't have to see you eat."

"Oh sod off."

...

Status:Satisfied

Time:9:00 p.m.

Ugh. I feel so fat. I've just had two full servings of desert here. Now we are supposed to head back to our dorms, and in my case, the tower of hell. The three of us are just about to leave, when i spot something in the corner of my eye, Potter and Black were cornering a first year.

God, what are they doing now?

"Uh guys, how about you go ahead, I just have something to do."

"All right. See you tomorrow."

"Good night.", I say before rushing off in Potter's and Black's direction.

"What are you two doing?", i say, then i see the acid pops in their hands.

"Why Evans, how do you do?", Black asks.

Ignoring his question, i whispered,"Why are you giving an acid pop to a first year? It could burn his tongue out!"

"Wait Lily it's not what you think!"

"It's not what I think?"

"Come on Lils, you're being paranoid."

"How many times have I told you not to call me that!"

"Excuse me.", Dumbledore was the one who just spoke.

"I would kindly request Mr. Potter and Ms Evans to meet me in my office after half an hour."

Oh great, now I have to meet Dumbledore for the mess he started.

"Oh now look at what you've done.", I say to him, before storming off.

...

Status:Anxious

Time:9:26 p.m.

I'm off to Dumbledore's office. Seriously, why does this stuff happen to me? It's only my first day as head girl and I haven't even done anything wrong! That bastard Potter, it's all his and Black's fault I'm in this mess.

I've reached the door, and I see Potter waiting there.

"When did you get here?"

"Five minutes ago, I was about to head on inside, but then I thought that we should probably go together, seeing that we're both heads and all."

"I see."

He knocks on the door, no answer. He tries again, still no answer. I start giggling as he starts pounding on the door.

"Come in.", a faint voice says from behind the door.

"Bloody deaf bastard. ", Potter mutters.

" Hey don't say that.", I say while turning the door knob(To even my surprise, I was smiling). And I walk inside with him beside me. I see the professor sitting at his desk with his hands folded on his lap.

"Ah Mr Potter, Ms Evans I've been expecting you."

"Professor, look here, I really don't what I did this time, but Lily wasn't a part of it, I swear."

I look at him, actually surprised. I didn't expect him to say that. It sounds so.. I don't know, not like Potter. Dumbledore gives out a small chuckle.

"Yes yes Mr Potter, I am very well informed of your petty pranks, but that is not the reason I called you here today."

"I-It isn't?"

"Why yes, I called you here so that I could escort you two to your tower."

"Ah... well,", he says sheepishly.

"Well, come along now."

We both followed him in silence as he took us through corridors and up staircases, until we reached a massive door.

"Password?", a hoarse and deep voice asks. It seemed to be coming from the door(I don't even know why I'm surprised, this kind of shit happens all the time here).

"Deviled cockroaches.", Dumbledore says. And within a second, the door opened.

"This tower contains one common room, two bedrooms, and bathroom which you two will have to share for the rest of this year. Now, off to bed, while I'll be off to mine. Good night." And then he shuts the door, leaving me and Potter alone. I look around the room. The walls were painted with a combination of red and gold, Gryffindor colors. There were two curved staircases. One on the left side of the room, the other on the right. One leading to a door, written on it was, in bold letters, James Potter, the other led to a door with my name, Lily Evans, inscribed on it in cursive. In between the staircases was a small door, the shower I presume. In the common room there was a large U-shaped couch and a table in front of a couch. And the chandelier hanging above was brightly lit.

"It's gorgeous...", I whisper.

"Yup, it's pretty awesome.", he says with the same tone.

And once again there was silence. I decided to speak up.

"Uhh, I think I should go to bed, it's getting late."

"Yeah.. it is rather late."

We say good night top each other, climb our respective staircases and walk inside our rooms(Or else, well I did).

My room was also painted with Gryffindor colors. There was a huge four poster bed in one corner, and a door leading to a closet in another corner. There was also a desk on one side and next to it was a large window with golden curtains. It was just like the common room, it was beautiful. I saw my luggage lying next to the side table by my bed.

I sat on my bed, thinking about all the events that occured today, about my fellow head, James Potter. We haven't really gotten along until now. Till fourth year we were practically mortal enemies, throwing insults at each other on first sight, these small quarrels would even lead to wand fights at times.

In fifth year, he started to declare some undying love for me. He would sing songs of his love standing on the Gryffindor table in the great help. He used to blow kisses while playing quidditch(After that I stopped going to any of the matches, I never even liked the damned sport anyways). He used shout his confessions across the hallway. But at least I had Severus to comfort me when Alice and Emmie weren't able to.

Then the 'Severus incident' took place, which destroyed our friendship as well. It was a normal day. I was walking to 'Care of Magical Creatures' class with Alice and Emmie, when I saw, by a huge oak tree, Potter, Black and Pettigrew had cornered Severus and Remus was standing on one side, looking worried. People started crowding around them. They must be bullying poor Severus again I thought. I went over to see them casting a scoungify on him, pink bubbles poured from his mouth. "What are you doing? Let him go!", I shouted. From there, he wheezed, " I don't need help from a little mu-mudblood." The words echoed in my head. " "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!", Potter roared. But I had stopped him, saying," You don't have the right to say to him, you're just as bad as he is." I stalked off. "Evans! Evans!" I didn't turn back. I knew him for what he truly was, an arrogant, pompous, bullying toe rag. And he had just proved my point

In sixth year, we didn't talk that much. He only gave acknowledging in the hall and only talked when it was necessary.

And now he was the Head boy, and is probably sleeping in room right next to this one. But somehow, I don't feel bothered by it. I hadn't actually been against him, I've always wanted to just be friends with him, nothing more. However, I've been enemies with until since my first day at Hogwarts, I don't know, the very thought of becoming his friend right now is just so... obscure. He's certainly not the person he was for the first five years since I've been here. He seems so sophisticated and developed now. How could I possibly live right next to a person who makes me feel so uncertain?

But I guess I'll just worry about that tomorrow...

...

Harry's tears fell on the manuscript-like pages. But, they weren't tears of sadness, they were of happiness. He still couldn't believe it. He was not only holding his mother's diary, but he was reading it. This small diary was his mother's when she was 18 years old. This showed proof of who his parents were, when they studied at Hogwarts. Yes, it may be insufferable that he couldn't get to know them as they would have been now. But at least he would know how his parents were before him. Just as he was about to turn to the next page, he hears a voice, shouting. It was Hermione's.

"Harry?! Where are you?"

Harry didn't have to think twice. He closed the book, put it in his pocket and head on downstairs. By the door, he saw Hermione, waiting for him.

"Harry, did anything happen?"

"No."

"Then why are you crying?"

It was only then he realized that he hadn't wiped his tears from when he was in the attic. He wiped them.

"It's nothing. It's just the dust."

"Oh, Draco called me. He said that we've been requested for a meeting. We can check for more evidence."

Harry nodded as he went out of the house. He put his hand inside his pocket and patted the diary.

He took one last glance at his parents' dwelling before he apparated, with Hermione close by his side.