When James got back to Number Four, he noticed a young Muggle woman a few years older than him lurking around. Strangely, she resembled Andromeda a bit. Before his eyes, she disappeared. That meant she was a witch, though James had seen very few who dressed Muggle as well as her. Even more interestingly, he thought she'd winked at him before disappearing.

He sidled over near where she'd been standing, and waited. "Psst, Harry!" he heard.

"Hi," he said quietly. Then, an idea he'd had on the bus came back to him. "Do I have a notebook here?" he asked the air. "Do you?" came the response. Then, more thoughtfully, "If they've locked your stuff in the cupboard again, come out, tell me, and do nothing. We'll handle it."

James decided to enter, not say anything, and hurry upstairs. As it turned out, Harry's trunk was there, and still unmolested. And - Probably thanks to Hermione, he thought - there was indeed a blank notebook inside. Harry may not have a journal, but he would have one now.

He pondered the girl waiting outside. On an impulse, he went downstairs and quietly exited again. "Psst!" he said, waiting in the same place. When he heard "Wotcher, Harry!" he asked, "Are you the one who gave me the necklace?" "Yaz, it's me, Tonks," came the reply. "Well," James said, "it's very powerful. Some time I want to ask Andi about it."

The woman reappeared. "Sixteen, and you're calling mum 'Andi'?" she said, startled. She ignored Harry's mumbled "I think I'm still fifteen" but smirked a bit. "Now, there goes a Gryffindor. But I'll pass it along to Mrs Tonks."

She was quite pretty. Without a journal or any letters, it was impossible to say if Harry fancied her, so James would assume the best, and hope nothing had occurred to sabotage his efforts.

"Thanks for not being a prison warden, Tonks," James said, sincerely. His son had probably been going spare with people like Mundungus "watching" him. She chuckled.

"Sleep tight, Harriekins," he heard from the air where she'd been standing.

"Harry's Journal," James wrote on the front of the notebook. One of his theories was that it was, if only barely, possible that some sort of time travel was actually going on, if only in spirit. If that was so, Harry would want to know exactly what James had been doing with his body. That was especially so since James had decided to take the amulet off that night.

For that reason, James noted down everything he could remember, in as orderly a fashion as he could manage.

On an impulse, just before he put it down and went to sleep, he wrote:

"Are you sure you don't fancy Hermione?"