Author's note: Hello there! I'm back in action with another chapter. I'm so sorry for the long wait. Literally, this summer vacation has been so horrible that I don't even get time to write anymore (God, you all do not know what I've been through). But here is another chapter. And I hope you all enjoy it.

Also, I want to sort things out with BookwormByNight about the question they had asked on their review. About that. I actually wasn't talking about the diary (how you find the age of the writer by the cover of a diary is beyond me). Harry had found a robe before the diary, which seemed like an eighteen year old's judging by the size of the robe (and the tag at the back showing the size of course).I went back to the first chapter and checked it out. I saw that I hadn't exactly mentioned that he saw "the robe". So I just wanted to sort it out. Thanks for pointing out the issue!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Harry chugged down another butterbeer. He gave out an annoyed sigh. He had been waiting for more than an hour, but Draco was still nowhere to be seen. However, Harry still wanted to meet this lead.

This whole investigation hasn't really been going anywhere. However, having a lead could change everything with this investigation. They might finally know where they're going with this. The Question is that if this person's information would actually be useful.

Harry put a hand to his pocket and looked at the small black diary inside. He knew something like this would happen, so he brought it along with him.

I guess so. Just until he gets here.

And so he began to read.

November 4th 1976

Status:Worried

Time: 9:45 a.m.

I look around. The first period (History of Magic)was about to start, but neither Emmie nor Alice were to be seen. Where are they? I didn't see them during breakfast either.

"Class, open your books to page 201."

As everyone, including me obeyed, the door opened. I turn in my seat to see who it is. I see a mop of messy black hair, glasses, and hazel eyes.

Oh, just Potter.

I sigh and turn back around. Where are they? What are they even doing, missing class like this? I waited as class went by like this, with a long, boring silence.

"All right. Class dismissed."

I sling my rucksack over my shoulder and open the door to the corridor.

Maybe I'll see them during Divination.

The second I step outside a hand grabs my arm. Startled, I spin around to see Alice.

"Alice! Where were y-"

Without listening to me, she pulled me in the direction opposite to the Divination classroom.

"Wait Alice, the divination room is this way. Where are you taking me? Alice!"

Neither did she listen to me nor did she say anything. All she did was continue to take me off to who knows where.

Without another choice, I let her drag me away.

...

Status: Confused

Time: 10:OO a.m.

I'm standing in front of the door leading to the first floor girl's washroom (you know, the one with Moaning Myrtle). Alice finally let go of my hand and opened the door. Inside, standing beside the sink was Emmie, with her arms crossed. The moment she sees me, she stalks up to me and grabs my shoulders, holding me in place.

"Tell us everything."

"Huh?"

Alice pushed Emmie aside, and grabs my shoulders just like Emmie did.

"I want all the details. Nothing left behind."

"What?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do even know how long I've been waiting for this?"

"Waiting for what?"

"For you and Potter to get together of course!"

Huh?

I push her off of me. "What on earth are you blabbering about?"

She stops talking midway, her mouth open in a surprised O. She gives Emmie a confused look. She turns around to face her and says,"Doesn't she know?"

Emmie shrugs. "I don't think she does."

Alice turns to look at me again. "What else? you and Potter of course!"

"You two are together now aren't you?"

I pull Alice's robes by the neckline, bringing her face extremely close to mine. I shout (stammer), "Wh-what are you talking about?! Of course I'm not dating Potter! Why would I be dating Potter? Why for Merlin's sake would you even think of something so preposterous?!"

"Why were you with him in a broom closet?"

I stopped talking. Merlin, so that's what this was all about.

Fuck.

These people actually think that we were snogging.

And now the whole school thinks that we were snogging.

Shit.

GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE PEOPLE IN THIS SCHOOL?!

I knew that this would happen. I knew that this would happen. I should've pulled those two back and explained it to them. It is obvious that the culprit is one of them.

"Ho-how do you even know about that."

Emmie speaks up, saying,"It's all around the school. Everyone knows about it."

I sigh.

"It is true that were in broom closet together. But we weren't in there voluntarily."

I explain everything. From when we went to the restricted section to the part where Filch locked us in.

"It was two other seventh years who got us out."

I finally cease talking, panting. Alice was the first one to speak.

"So.. you weren't snogging inside the broom closet?"

"No."

"But you actually were locked inside?"

"Yup"

"Wasn't there at least an accidental kiss in there?"

I shook my head. She looked immediately crestfallen.

Alice and her over imaginative fantasies.

I look at Emmie. I ask,"Who told you about me and Potter?"

"Various people. As I said before, it's all around the school."

"Oh yes." A high, shrilly voice squeaked from a bathroom stall. Myrtle comes flying out at full speed. She stops, hovering.

"A group of girls were just here talking about it last period."

I turn my head to look downwards. Shit. The whole school thinks that I've snogged Potter. How I am going to survive this is beyond me.

Emmie takes a step forward.

"We could stay with you if you like. It would be better if we are there."

Oh yes please..

"No thanks."

Alice casts me a worried look.

"Are you sure?"

I nod.

"I'll be fine"

...

Status: About to hyperventilate

Time: 12:00 p.m.

Merlin I am not fine. Oh, I am so not fine.

And it's only noon!

Now that I know about the rumours. It feels like everyone is looking at me, watching my every move.I can hear them whispering about me. It's like they're waiting for the moment I decide to let Potter up my shirt (Not that I would ever do that.). Don't these people have the brains to ask the simple question. What on earth were those two doing looking for a broom closet early in the morning. It's pretty obvious of what they were going to do. But I guess everyone would already know about those two. After all, rumours spread around here like wildfire.

Even if me and Potter were dating, we wouldn't need to go looking for a broom closet to snog. We're both Heads for Merlin's sake, living in the same tower. If we wanted to snog we could've done it there.

Ugh. Am I just being too self conscious? I mean, they all can't be talking about me, right? (If they are, then.. wow are these people jobless) Plus, I'm not the only one in this mess. Potter's in this as well. Everyone's talking about me and Potter. Me and Potter were snogging in a broom closet.

I can take this, right?

...

Status:Freaking out inside

Time: 8:30 p.m.

All right, I can't take this anymore.

Oh sodding flobberworms, why didn't I take up Emmie's offer? It would have been easier to take all this in if those two were here..

But, this is a prefect meeting. There wouldn't be much ruckus, right? These people have got to be sophisticated, right? I mean, their all prefects.

I look around, at all the faces of those who were present.

Annie Potent, Caine Adorno, Carrie Lloyd?

So much for being sophisticated.

I take my usual seat, beside Potter, except that Potter wasn't there.

Oh yeah.. The Quidditch practice. He was going to hold them today. That means that I'll be alone during patrol today. However, focusing on the matter at hand..

What am I going to do about this prefect meeting? Am I going to have to head this meeting on my own? I don't even do anything during these meetings, then how am I supposed to head this thing?

I stand up awkwardly.

"Eh-hem. Well.. does anyone have any points they'd like to put up."

One hand immediately shot up, it was Annie's, obviously. She was the only one who actually says something during these meetings. Honestly, she would make a way better head girl than me. She could stomp on me and crush me as if I was an ant.

I gesture to her. After which she stands up, her posture was perfect. She takes out some papers and begins to read from it.

I sit back down. I give out a relieved sigh.

Problem solved.

...

Status: Lonely

Time: 10:30 p.m.

I slowly saunter as I go for my patrols, alone. It somehow seems lonely without Potter here talking. I look outside towards the Quidditch pitch, unable to see anything or anyone because of the darkness.

Growl..

Lord, I'm hungry. Maybe I'll go to the kitchens for a snack.

I spin around and head in the direction of kitchens. Just as I am about to take a turn, I hear a voice, female.

"Lily Evans? It can't be? Maybe it was someone else. It has to be someone else."

I stop in my tracks as soon as I hear my name. I recognized that voice from anywhere. It was Elizabeth Saunders. Potter's ex-girlfriend and my mortal enemy. Whatever hunger had been there a few seconds ago, had disappeared (Not really surprised about that).

I take a small step forward. Just enough that I could sneak a glance at the two girls. And I was right indeed. it was Elizabeth Saunders.I look at the other girl. She had short brown hair with eyes of the same color. I knew that face too. It was the girl I had seen today morning, Carrie Lloyd. I quickly put my back to the wall, afraid that they would see me. so she was the one spreading the rumours.

That little bitch.

"I'm sure that it was her. They were both there in the broom today morning. Probably having an early snog before the day starts."

We were so not having early snog.

"It's just a rumour. It's nothing but a rumour."

"Liz-"

"He told me that it was just a rumour."

"Then he was lying."

"James would never lie to me!"

"If you were dating. Liz, he broke up with you six months ago. He doesn't need a reason to tell you the truth now."

Anger immediately flared up in Saunders' eyes. Hmm.

"There's no evidence or proof."

"They were in a broom closet together. There doesn't need to be anymore evidence then that. There are only a few things that you can do in broom closet. And believe me, it can't be for cleaning supplies."

"For the last time Lloyd. Potter and Evans aren't dating!"

"Liz face it! Just look at how close they've become now."

"So, they talk a little bit more now. And they get along. It doesn't mean that their dating."

"Just think Liz. Their Heads too."

"Exactly. If they were dating they wouldn't need a broom closet to begin with. They have a whole bloodied tower for themselves."

Finally.. Give this girl a medal.

"Plus, James would never waste his time with a slut like Evans."

Wait, A SLUT? LILY EVANS IS NOT A SLUT! So what if she caught me snogging someone in third year?

"James fancied her in fifth and sixth year too. I wouldn't be surprised if he still had feelings for her."

POTTER DOES NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME!

Saunders glared daggers in Carrie's eyes. They were so cold that Carrie took a step back in fear.

When I found that I was fuming and the curses and insults so close to coming out that I had to press my lips so tight that it hurt, just so that I could keep them in, I knew that I had to get out of there. It was a mistake even listening to this. I don't have to, want to, listen to all their lies and rumours when it wasn't even true. I know that this all isn't true. That should be enough to give me enough courage to take this on for a few weeks, until it dies down and these people get some sense into their thick skulls.

Just as I was about to turn on my heel and go back to patrols. I hear Saunders voice again, loud and clear. It seemed like she was on the verge of spiralling into an oblivion of unbearable anger, just like me.

"YOUR WRONG!", she roars with such venom and hatred for me I could feel the words trying to penetrate me, tear me apart.

"It doesn't matter if they're dating or not. Evans is an incompetent, selfish and narcissistic, vile, slag who doesn't deserve James. He's probably hanging out with her out of her pity, GODDAMN PITY!"

I stopped in my tracks again. Incompetent? Selfish and Narcissistic? Vile? Slag?!

PITY?!

"He absolutely does not fancy Evans."

"My my, jealous, aren't you."

I was standing in front of them before I even knew that I had even taken a step, with smug smirk all over my face. It took all of my effort to keep my cool without letting even an ounce of all my anger show on my face, as well as the delight of seeing her shocked expression.

"Eavesdropping, were you Evans?"

"Hasn't anyone thought you that you shouldn't gossip. Who knows all what extra, unnecessary, wrong information you can get."

The gossip greedy Carrie's ears immediately perked up at the mention of wrong information.

"Me, getting wrong information? I'm not sure I understand. Care to enlighten me Evans?"

"To say the truth, you weren't exactly wrong. What do you want to know?"

"Are you dating James? If you are, then how has it been going on?"

"Oh James is a darling."

She flinched as I mentioned Potter by his first name.

"He's smart, funny, and.. Well who wouldn't want to snog a marauder? They just make your beat faster, right?"

Who wouldn't want to snog a marauder?

WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO SNOG A MARAUDER?!

I can't believe it. My bloody, traitor of a mouth has just confirmed that I had snogged Potter. I had approved of the thing I wanted to disapprove.

I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here now, before my blasted mouth could say something even worse.

Saunders pulled me by my collar, hitting me with her coldest glare.

"You stay away from James.", she says. Those were the last words she said before letting me go and stalking off, with Carrie right behind her.

I need to find Potter.

I sprint in the opposite direction, towards the Quidditch pitch. I had to see him. I had to tell him what happened. God, what is wrong with me? I've just made things worse.

Just as I'm about to head outside, I see a familiar face.

Carrie. She was walking back to her dorm. She turns around and catches me staring. She gives me a wide smile and goes back to walking, even faster. She turns around a corner, and is no longer in my field of view.

My heart dropped to my stomach, maybe even lower. There was no putting this off now. I had to tell Potter, before he finds out on his own. I ran begin to walk quickly towards the pitch, then faster. I began to ran.

I skidded to a stop, gasping for breath. I was at the Quidditch pitch. However, that there was no one there. Not even a soul in sight.

I hadn't seen him since History magic. Merlin knows where he ran off now.

I scamper off to the locker rooms, and throw open the doors.

He's got to be here. He-

I stare into the surprised faces of Emmie and Tristan. They had been putting the brooms back from the practice.

"Lily, what ar-"

"Where's Potter?", I interrupted.

She blinks, once again surprised by my sudden question.

"He left a few minutes ago. Told us to keep the supplies inside before heading back.", Tristan answered instead.

"Did he say where he was going?"

"I think he mentioned going back to the Head's tower."

There was no more to be heard. I swing around and rush off back to the castle, running as fast as my legs could carry me. I hear the sound of thunder overhead as it starts to rain. It pours on my head, almost obscuring my vision. I've always liked the rain. However, I don't like being drenched in it. I go on without stopping until I reach the door leading to our tower. By the time I had reached there, I was soaking wet, panicked, out of breath. I hold onto the railings for balance. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying to get my heart beat to go back to normal.

"Password?", the door asks.

God, do I really need this right now?

"Deviled cockroaches."

The door opens slowly as I walk inside, my feet making a squelch sound on the rugs. I look around, for Potter. Or even any indication that he was here. And I found it. There, standing by a table, intensely focused on some random piece of paper, almost glaring.

"Potter!" I jog up to him, escalated.

At the mention of his name, he jumps. Clearly he didn't notice me come in. Starled, he swiftly grabs the paper and stuffs it in his pocket. He looks at me with his eyes wide.

"Evans?"

"Where were you? Do you even know how long I've been looking for you?", I wheezed out, still tired from the long run.

He sighed, sitting back down.

"Evans, I don't have the time for this. Can't this wait?"

"No it can't!"

"Then what?"

"Uh.. well i- it's.." I struggled with the words. Now that I was in front of him, I didn't want to tell him the truth.

You know those rumours about us? I may have made them worse.

I made a mistake.

Your ex girlfriend thinks we're dating.

But I just couldn't say it. No, not couldn't, I didn't want to. There were so many things I could've said. Things to make him understand that all he had to do was ignore the stuff he would hear tomorrow words just wouldn't come out.

He cocks an eyebrow, beginning to become annoyed.

"What is it? Spit it out Evans."

"Eh-hem.. Well What if you say something that you didn't want to say, but you couldn't take it back."

He stared at me blankly.

"Huh?"

I start again,"If you said something but it came out wrong, and couldn't take it back, but you've already said it, so people hear it, and they come to the wrong conclusions, and it spreads.."

He puts a hand up to stop me. "What in the hell are you talking about?"

Believe me. I really don't know anymore.

"Just look here. Tomorrow, when you go out there. You may hear.. uh.. something."

"Something."

"Yeah, something. But don't believe it, cause it isn't true, you would obviously know, with how stupid it is and all.. Well. it just sort of slipped out."

Looking at Potter's confused face, I stopped talking. Lord, am I terrible with words.

I rub my temples, a huge head beginning to form.

"Look, tomorrow, you're gonna hear some stuff. Just ignore it. Cause it isn't true."

"Right. Ignore stuff. it isn't true."

"And even if they say that I confirmed it-"

"You didn't"

"OK, I actually kind of did. but, as I said before-"

"It just sort of slipped out", he finishes for me.

"Yeah, just ignore everything you hear.", I say before spinning around and climbing up the staircase.

When I reach the top I hear his voice, saying,"Evans?"

I turn to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Is everything all right?"

No. Definitely not. It never really is, is it?

"Yes. Everything fine.", I lie. I wincing inwardly. Merlin, how many more lies do I have to say today?

"All right."

"And remember-"

"Ignore everything I hear. Got it."

"Ok. Good night"

"Good night."

I walk inside and get ready for bed. Man, has this been a long day.

Harry closes the book as he hears the small bell ring, which meant that a new customer had come in. He looks up to see that it was Draco. Behind him was a woman, about 30 years old. He noticed the few strands of white hair, in her silky brown hair.

He tucked the diary back in his pocket and raised his hand, signalling Draco.

Draco maneuvered his way through the crowded pub towards Harry's table. Holding the lady's hand to keep her from getting lost. On reaching the table they both sat down opposite to Harry.

"Potter. This is the lead I wanted you to meet, Mrs. Carrington, this is Mr. Potter, the auror who is heading this case."

"Alice Carrington. Pleased to meet you.", she politely said, extending her hand for a handshake.

Harry took it obligingly. "Harry Potter."

"She's said that she has some information that she thought would be helpful for the investigation."

"Well then, what is it you have to say?"

"Well. The day the mur-"

Bang.

The door slammed open, with Hermione standing there at the opening, panting. She looks around. The moment she sees Harry her widen.

"Harry! I've been looking for you!"

"What is it?", Harry asked, standing up.

"It's an emergency, we need you back at the ministry right now."

Harry gives the lady an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry. Could we talk about this later?"

She shakes her head slightly, smiling. She says, "No no. It's all right. I can wait."

He gives her another apologetic look before walking out of the pub with Hermione.