AN: Okay, so this is like, a nine-month journal entry. It's my way of not writing a million chapters for nine months…but still explaining what happened? If you don't like it, then…sorry D: OCTOBER 15
November 30, 1981
So Sirius and Aden finally got married today. We called a priest and had him come to us, not wanting to make a big scene in public. I still had to change my hair color, and this time Harry's too. He screamed and kicked. It was worse than forcing him into the pumpkin costume. Professor Dumbledore also came, and we announced my pregnancy to him. He was delighted! He also informed me and Sirius of open job positions around town that he had "Casually heard of". I didn't believe him, but I'm going to go look at one tomorrow.
December 1, 1981
So I looked at the job today. It's at a tiny bookstore, about a mile away. It was just opened. I talked to the owner, Sarah, today and her little daughter, Paige. They were both so sweet! I accepted the job, knowing I would have to take time off sooner or later because of the baby. I got it to be a part time job, so I could still be home with Harry. Aden is taking the other shift.
December 10, 1981
The job is going great. I still have to change my hair and eye color every day, which can be annoying. It's become a part of my morning routine. I wear my hair brown and my eyes a deep shade of blue, so I could pass as Aden's sister. Aden calls me "Mini me" even though I am not in the slightest bit younger or shorter than her.
We're planning on getting a Christmas tree soon. Harry's excited; he keeps walking around shouting "Chismas! Chismas!"
December 12, 1981
Me and Aden went out and bought Christmas decorations today. I got some bright lights, which we forced Sirius to hang outside. It took him two hours and lots of swearing on his part. If Harry hadn't been asleep his vocabulary would have expanded quite a lot. When harry woke up, he helped me put up the mini Santa candles in the kitchen. He asked who the red gumdrop man was. I don't think he quite understands Christmas yet.
December 19, 1981
We finally got our Christmas tree. About time, seeing as Christmas is only six days away. I curse the day I decided to live with these procrastinators. Harry nearly killed me when I was changing his hair color today, but I ended up making him a redhead like me. Aden and Sirius changed their appearances a little. We both begged Sirius to get a haircut. He said, "Maybe for Christmas." When we were walking out, Aden whispered to me, "Maybe tonight, when I use magic when he's asleep."
We ended up getting a huge tree for the living room. Harry was so excited to put all of the decorations on. We used magic for most of it, and I tried to help Harry guide the star up to the top with my wand. He ended up exploding the star, showering us with plastic. I had to repair the star, and this time Sirius lifted him up to put it on.
December 24, 1981
We had Christmas dinner tonight. It was supposed to be small, but Aden ended up making dinner for an army. We have enough leftovers for another month. Harry won't sleep, every ten minutes he climbs out of his bed and runs out, asking if Santa came yet. I told him Santa doesn't come until you sleep for an hour. Harry didn't believe me.
December 25, 1981
Merry Christmas! Today has been so exciting. Harry got about a million new things for Christmas. I have no clue where I'm going to put it all. I blame Sirius. He decided to be funny, and get me a bludger. When I opened the present, it jumped out and nearly killed me.
January 8, 1982
We took down the tree today. Harry tried to make it stay, saying it didn't have any other home. I was nearly swayed, but looked at the dead branches and said no.
January 20, 1982
I haven't written in my journal for a long time. We've been working on the house a bit more, putting up pictures and things. I got a ton of old ones from old friends at school…well, Aden got them. She told them Sirius was making a tribute to me and James, and he needed pictures. She said he had no clue where I'd gone, but hoped I was okay. I thought this was a horrible lie, but Sirius liked it. Probably because it made him look really good.
Harry became friends with Sarah's daughter today, I had to bring him to work, Aden was painting his room. Her daughter is only a year older than him, and it turns out there's a little playroom in the back for them.
We also began furnishing the baby's room. Just standard furniture: A crib, a dresser, a changing table. We didn't know what else to put in. I'm going to find out the gender of the baby soon. I have another appointment at St. Mungo's in about three weeks. I'm excited!
February 14, 1982
It's Valentine's Day. I have the feeling Sirius and Aden are going all out for this one, they keep giving each other sappy looks and amazing presents. I decided to get out of their way and make heart-shaped cookies with Harry. He frosted one, and used up half the container. Then he tried to eat it. It didn't fit in his mouth.
February 22, 1982
I went to the doctor at St. Mungo's today. I'm actually showing quite a bit, which I haven't noticed. My jeans are really tight though. I had to pick some up after.
I was so nervous going into St. Mungo's; it was more packed than usual. I was afraid of losing my cover, because anyone could have been there. But that didn't happen, and I finally found out the gender of the baby. I'm not going to tell anyone though, for the sake of torturing them. Anyways, the baby is a-
Crap, Harry's crying. I'll continue this entry when I get him.
March 18, 1982
So, I never finished the last entry. Harry had slipped down a stair, because Sirius STILL hadn't put up the baby gate. I swear, it's just like Hogwarts again, where I was the one stuck doing his work. Speaking of Sirius, today he told me I looked as though I had swallowed a bowling ball. He ducked away before I could hit him. Harry, sitting in his high chair, found this all very amusing.
There are more important things to do though. James's birthday is in nine days, and Sirius wants to celebrate. I don't know what I want. I love James. I miss him. Celebrating his birthday is a good thing to do, to remind us all of how he died protecting us. Aden doesn't want it, she says it's upsetting.
Speaking of Aden, she's also pregnant. It's kind of crazy, but I've been expecting it since Valentine's Day. It was bound to happen, the way they were acting.
March 28, 1982
We celebrated James's birthday yesterday. It was sweet. We didn't have a celebration; we just baked a special dinner, talked about him, and showed Harry some pictures. I think Harry understood what was going on. He thought it was him at first, which is reasonable. He looks just like James.
April 4, 1982
Gosh, now I know what it was like to live with me all hormonal and crazy. Eden's scary before, but now she's wild. Today she threw a whole bowl of cereal at me. Milk and all. Just because I told her she looked nice! She said something about me making fun of her. I didn't really catch it; I was busy dodging flying milk.
April 25, 1982
It's getting harder to write these journals often. It's getting pretty busy around here, what with finishing up the baby's room alone. I don't allow anyone in there, and put a special charm on the door so it will only open to me. Nobody will know what the gender of the baby is.
Aden's already showing a bit. It's weird; she's only about two months along. I'm huge though, so I have to suffer constant whale jokes from Sirius. I pushed him into the pool and gave him a whale's tail for that.
May 14, 1982
I'm almost at the end of my pregnancy. Harry is really excited, bouncing around the house talking about the baby. It's his favorite thing to do, along with feeling my stomach for the baby's kick. We've all learned the lyrics to his favorite song, "New Baby." It's basically the title over and over and over again. Sirius put a spell on Aden to make sure she wouldn't hear it. She would flip.
Gah. The baby is kicking really hard. It better come out soon, I feel like I'm going to pop. I'll write again soon.
AN: New chapter! It's long, but there are some important details in it. Next chapter: The Baby Xoxo.