A/N: Ok so my newest attempt at an HP fic… I have decided that I want to explore the numerous possibilities of the development of Lily and James' relationship. J I love big words. At any rate I hope I can do this, it will likely be based a little bit on how my relationship and the relationships of those around me work, but hopefully I can keep that to a minimum, if I can't then I would like to apologize to you "Prongs", please don't stop speaking to me.

For the record the prologue starts after the sixth book ends, if you haven't read it I wouldn't advise reading this.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and events portrayed in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. I own nothing, literally I don't own much so if you sue me you won't get much.

Prologue

Harry Potter sat on his bed in the Gryffindor Boy's dormitory staring at the old book in his hand. It was similar to the diary that had caused so much trouble in Second year, only this one was full of pages, pages filled with the neat, flowing writing of Lily Evans.

Harry wiped away a tear that escaped and trailed down his cheek. His mother's diary. Apparently Dumbledore had found it in the remains of the house after Voldemort's attack, though he had never given it to Harry. They had found it when they were cleaning out his office. Harry opened the diary and began to read…

Augest 10th, 1975

I hate James Potter…