The Diary of Lily Evans

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own Sirius and Remus *cries*

The Diary of Lily Evans.

Prologue.

Lily Evans stretched luxuriously in bed and opened her brilliant emerald eyes. Something - or someone - was tapping at her window. She stared for a moment at the small snowy owl before it registered in her mind. James's owl.

"Who does he think he is?!" Lily muttered angrily, getting out of bed and striding to the window. She opened it. The little owl flew in and perched on her desk. As much as Lily hated to admit it, the owl was kind of cute. Like its owner. Er, scratch that thought. She quickly undid the parcel tied to its leg and nudged it gently. With a shrill hoot, the owl took off into the dawn.

Lily stared at the parcel suspiciously. She wouldn't put it past James to have filled it with Dungbombs that would explode once touched, or magically packed it with the Garrotting Gas he and Sirius had invented last year. James Potter, if this contains a trick, you are so dead. Finally, she took a deep breath and unwrapped it. Out fell a book.

The book was about the size of an exercise book, but much thicker. It was beautiful, with a red velvet-bound cover and a gold embossed lily in the centre, with the name 'Lily' in ornate script engraved in the middle of the flower. Lily's mouth fell open.

"Wow..." she breathed, pressing the gold clasp at its side to open it. A note fell out. Recognising James's untidy scrawl, she picked it up and tried to decipher the handwriting.

Hi, Lily-flower!

Happy 17th birthday! I hope you like the diary - I wasn't sure what colour you like. I also packed a Self-Replenishing bottle of Truth Ink and a Thought Quill, so you can just think what to write and the quill will write by itself. There's also a spell called 'Diarecordium' that you can use to magically record stuff. Don't bother thanking me - a date will do!

Prongs.

P.S. I'm Head Boy!!!!! And Professor Dumbledore said you're Head Girl. We get our own common room! ;-)

Lily crumpled the note up and growled angrily.

"The nerve! Stupid, arrogant, bullying toerag!" she muttered. "Wait... Head Boy?!" She stared at the postscript in disbelief. "Oh Merlin, this is not happening! What happened to Lupin? It's final - Dumbledore is senile! WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S HOLY POSSESSED DUMBLEDORE TO MAKE POTTER THE HEAD BOY?!"

As if on cue, the door flew open and in came Rose Evans, followed by Robert Evans brandishing a cricket bat. Petunia stood behind her parents, looking grumpy.

"Lily, what's going on?! Are you alright, dear?" Rose asked anxiously.

Lily sank onto her bed. "I think I've been made Head Girl!" she whispered.

Rose stared at her younger daughter, wondering if the redheaded teenager was going mad. "Lily, dear, isn't that a good thing?"

"James Potter has been made Head Boy!" Lily moaned. Rose burst out laughing. Since her first summer home, Lily had been complaining incessantly about 'an arrogant jerk whose head is too big for his skinny body' named James Potter. The older woman knew quite well that it was no use trying to talk her daughter out of it, so she changed the subject.

"Well, since we're all up, I think we should get the house ready for your birthday party later." She kissed Lily. "Happy birthday, dear." Lily watched as her family left the room, and then jumped as another tapping on her window startled her. An important-looking brown owl entered the room. Muttering expletives, Lily opened the latter. Something fell out onto her palm. She gasped.

Lying in her palm was a shiny silver badge, with the initials 'H.G.' engraved in it. Oh my God, Potter wasn't joking. I'm Head Girl! She quickly scanned the letter from Professor Dumbledore.

Dear Miss Evans,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as Head Girl. Congratulations! You will be sharing a private common room with Mr. James Potter, your fellow Head. Each of you will have a separate bedroom. The common room is behind the painting of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, across from the Fat Lady. Here Lily groaned; she'd heard that Sir Gawain and Sir Gaheris could be quite neurotic, and that Arthur himself wasn't much better. Your password is Wyrda. You and Mr Potter will be in charge of the Prefects' meetings, and keeping order within Hogwarts. Please find enclosed instructions and your list of schoolbooks. Again, congratulations!

Yours,
Albus Dumbledore.

Lily looked at the badge. Working with Potter for a whole year... she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. On the one hand, she'd have plenty of opportunities to put Potter in his place. On the other, maybe this year she'd get to know the man behind the mischief - and those deep, hazel eyes...

"Wait, what am I thinking?!" Lily muttered, hitting her forehead. The delicious smell of chocolate-chip pancakes brought her back to earth, and she dragged herself to the bathroom.