Written in a Diary

Chapter 1: Certain Discoveries

The night was as clear as water in a glass. Silence greeted the night as 3 friends sat on armchairs near the fire. The only sound you could hear is the crackling of flames and the soft sound of a page being turned. The quietness was broken with a loud bang.

Ron pounded his fist on the table.

"Hermione, can you lend me your potions essay? Mine's not done yet and it's due tomorrow!" Ron said desperately.

Hermione looked up from the book she was reading and gave Ron a glare.

"Couldn't you finish homework without copying?" Hermione asked annoyed.

"Nope," Ron answered. "Well, not right now but, come on, I need it now. It's nearly midnight and I'm not even halfway." Suddenly, a tearing sound cut the argument. Harry threw the paper to a nearby waste paper bin. "This is useless," he muttered. "Snape would definitely give that a 'T'. Hermione come on and lend us the essay. We won't copy everything we promise." Hermione rolled her eyes. "When are you boys going to learn?"

"I only need to look at some points, Hermione, please," Ron pleaded. "I can't afford to fail potions," Harry said.

"If you both weren't so 'busy' yesterday, you could've finished it!"

"Hey, reading the latest news about Quidditch is not wasting time!" Ron retorted.

"Look, I had better things in mind than stupid potions essays," Harry said seriously.

Ron and Hermione exchanged nervous glances. They knew Harry was severely affected by the happenings last year. But there was something mysterious about Harry, like he knew something they didn't and was planning something about it.

"So, come on Hermione, just this once," Harry said breaking the silence.

After much pleading, Hermione gave in. "Fine! I'll go and get it," she said now completely irritated. "But this is the last time!"

"You're a life savior, Hermione," Ron said mockingly.

Hermione slammed her book and stormed towards the girls' dormitory muttering about how impossible her best friends are. She quietly entered the 6th year's room, careful not to wake her roommates. Exasperated, she threw open her bag and started rummaging it for the essay. When she pulled it out, all the bag's contents spilled out onto the floor and under her bed. She gave a cry of annoyance and spread herself onto the floor to get the parchments under the bed. As she uncomfortably gathered her parchments, she felt something hard and dusty. Despite her impatient friends waiting, she pulled it out. It was a red book. She hastily stuffed her books and parchments into her bag and sat down on her bed dusting the book. It was an old diary but the letters on the cover were barely distinguishable. She opened the book and looked for the name. The book didn't look too old, maybe around 20 years old. At the corner of the page, she could see a name. It was Lily Evans. Hermione looked up from the book. Lily Evans? If the book was around 20 years old, then the owner might be the same age as, maybe, Lupin. Also, the only Lily, Hermione knew was Harry's mother. This diary couldn't belong to her! She looked at the name. It's not Lily Potter but of course she probably wasn't married yet. She couldn't have been. She looked at the next phrase on the page: 7th Year at Hogwarts. Nope, she was definitely not married. Maybe before she was Potter she was Evans. But could it really belong to Harry's mother? Should she tell Harry about this?

"Hermione, why are you taking so long?" Ron's loud voice rang out to her. Lavender gave a loud groan while Parvati shifted in her bed. Hermione ran out of the room and bellowed, "YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT!" She came back in, glad she didn't disturb anyone like Ron did. She put the book in her bag, grabbed the essay and walked slowly down the stair. She'll take a look at it tomorrow. Then she'll see if it was really Lily Potter's (or Lily Evans) diary.

NOTE: Please R&R. This is my first attempt at a fanfic. Cheers!