(Technically) January 1

Weight: 10st 9

Height: 5ft 5

Boyfriends: 1 (v. good)

Shags: 2 (excellent!)

Lust for Sirius: Somewhat satisfied at the moment, but ever present

Friends: Wonderful

4am- Everyone's asleep right now. Well, almost everyone- I hear moaning from the other room. I suspect Mary and Remus have forgotten to put a silencing charm on their room… Hold on…

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4.10am- Okay, that's better. I probably ought to sleep, but I want to finish this diary properly by wrapping up the entire year and, also, I still need to finish recounting the events of last night.

FIRST OF ALL… I FINALLY DID IT! YAY!

Okay but, before we get onto that, I must return to when I was still very stroppy with Sirius (for good reason)-

Us three girls apparated to Sirius' place, each holding our offering protectively. James answered the door for us, and we couldn't help bursting out in laughter when we saw him. He hands were covered in bandages, and he looked very flustered. He also had flour all over his face and- somehow- his hair too.

'Goodness, James!' Lily exclaimed. 'What on earth happened to you?'

James glowered.

'Thank Merlin you're here. You can take over in the kitchen. He's a nightmare. A right dictator, he is!'

We laughed and entered the house. I went to go in, but James stopped me.

'Oh I don't see why you're laughing, Miss Anna,' he snapped. 'It's you who put him in that stroppy mood in the first place. Did you actually tell him he's just like his mother?'

Mary and Lily gasped.

'You said that?' breathed Mary. 'To Sirius?'

I crossed my arms.

'He deserved it.'

James peered at me.

'I thought you'd be a nice, placid girlfriend for Sirius. I am now starting to think you'd give Helen Asteria a run for her money.'

Lily hit James' arm.

'Stop comparing Anna to Sirius' ex. It's inappropriate.'

'It's okay, Lily,' I said. 'Perhaps, James, Sirius ought to take that as a hint- a hint that, perhaps, he is the problem in driving all his girlfriends crazy!'

'James!' called Sirius from the kitchen. 'What's keeping you! I need you to stir this pot!'

'Use magic,' James shouted. 'I'm done with you and that kitchen!'

'Magic is automatic. I need to you to sit there and watch it and stir it appropriately… oh hello girls,' said Sirius, as he noticed us in the hallway.

'I made vol au vents,' Mary said proudly.

'Cheesecake, as promised,' Lily said.

'Thank you… you can put the cheesecake on the kitchen table, and the vol au vents on the coffee table. We'll wait in the living room and have the hors d'oeuvres there, I think.'

Lily, Mary and James couldn't have escaped any quicker.

Sirius looked at me- rather coldly, I might add.

'And what is that?' he said distastefully.

'Oh this?' I said brightly. 'It's my roast chicken. I did it my way. It didn't explode.'

Sirius sniffed affectedly.

'We already have a chicken.'

'Yes, well, there's quite a lot of us so I'm sure two chickens might actually be more appropriate anyway.'

I paused.

'Especially seeing as one will be bone dry.'

He grabbed the tray from me.

'We're not serving this chicken,' he hissed, storming back to the kitchen, and chucking it on the kitchen table.

'Don't you throw my chicken about like that! I cooked that with love!'

'No,' he snapped. 'You cooked it out of spite!'

'Well there doesn't seem to be much love in your cooking today,' I snapped. 'Your pork belly hasn't even crackled!'

Sirius tugged at his hair.

'I don't know why it's not working,' he groaned. 'Anna, don't do this to me now. Your chicken will be cold by the time we eat, in half an hour, anyway.'

'Oh no,' I said brightly, 'it'll actually be perfect. It'll have had a chance to rest so that all the juices are nicely sealed up. Also, I put a charm on it so it stays perfectly warm without cooking any further.'

He shot me a foul look.

'Did you do something to my pork belly, before you left? You did, didn't you?'

I snorted.

'No! Why on earth would I do anything to your pork belly?'

'To get back at me for not doing the chicken your way. Why wouldn't the crackling work? You must've cursed it!'

We started shouting at each other again. I was so mad that he thought I'd be so petty to curse his cooking (note to self: do this in the future, if he's acting like a git hehe). At one point, I got so angry that I picked up his apple sauce and chucked it out in the garden.

'HOW DARE YOU!' he screeched, red in the face. 'I've just spent the past hour perfecting that sauce!'

'Well,' I said (rather cruelly), 'seeing as your pork belly turned out so badly, we'll have no need for it, will we?'

He actually chased me out of the kitchen at this point. I hid behind James.

'Sirius, calm down,' Lily snapped at him. 'Honestly, you two!'

Remus and Peter had arrived in the meantime.

'She threw my apple sauce in the garden!' Sirius screeched. 'Do you know how perfect it was?'

'Sirius, we just want to hang out with everyone and enjoy the New Year,' Mary said fairly. 'While we appreciate the effort you've gone to, you don't need to work yourself up so much over dinner. I'm sure it'll be wonderful anyway.'

'Anna,' Lily said, turning to me, 'apologise to Sirius.'

'Apologise!' I exclaimed, indignant. 'No bloody way.'

'You threw out his apple sauce.'

'And cursed my pork belly,' Sirius added.

'I DID NOT!' I protested. 'Yes, I chucked out your apple sauce- you were being such a prat… but I certainly didn't curse your bloody pork belly. I wouldn't know how to!'

'All the same, Anna,' said Lily patiently. 'You ought to apologise for throwing out Sirius' apple sauce. While he hasn't been wholly correct in how he's treated you today, it was not very nice of you to throw out the sauce he obviously spent ages labouring over.'

Sirius looked at me, slightly triumphant.

'No.'

'Anna…'

'Okay fine,' I said. 'I'm sorry your apple sauce was thrown out… even though you deserved it. You've been SUCH a prat to me, today. All I wanted to do was have a nice, relaxed day of cooking with you so we could have a nice party in this mansion of a house of yours. But no. You had to spoil it.'

The others quietly slipped out of the living room.

'Well…' he said, lost for words. 'Okay, fine. I'm sorry. Maybe I should've just let you do the chicken your way. I just wanted everything to be perfect for you today.'

'For me?' I said, confused.

'Yes! For you- you asked me to host this party, and I wanted to make it really nice. I know I can get a bit stroppy and like everything to be done my way in my kitchen- I'm sorry, that's just how I am- but I just wanted it to be nice.'

I was a bit touched by this.

'Oh.'

He looked down at his hands, and I chewed my lip, actually feeling bad about chucking out his apple sauce.

'I'm sorry too. I don't think you're actually like your mother- though I will always maintain you're equally stubborn.'

He said nothing.

'And I'm sorry about what I said about you… and the family situation. I know you haven't told me everything, but I know they were actually very horrible to you.'

I paused.

'And I'm sorry about the apple sauce and, even though I swear I didn't curse your pork belly- I'm sorry it didn't turn out like you wanted.'

He smiled a little.

'It's okay, I always knew you didn't curse it. I guess it was easier to blame you than accept it didn't turn out how I'd planned.'

I was really chewing at my lip by this point. It was starting to hurt... but the tension between us was so intense I felt I would burst!

'Want me to help you re-make the apple sauce?'

He nodded quietly, and we walked into the kitchen. All the others jumped away from the doorway quickly.

'Sirius,' Lily said, recovering the fastest. 'Your pork belly isn't ruined. I think it just needs a bit more time.'

He shrugged.

'Mary, chop up apples for another batch of apple sauce. James… stay away. You've done enough damage for one day. Actually, James, set the table. Remus, watch over him and ensure his table setting is tasteful.'

'Peter, you help me with the salad… and you two can sort out the rest. Please don't start arguing though, as I would like to eat dinner sometime this year.'

'Har har,' I said sarcastically.

Anyway, so Sirius (mainly) fixed his pork belly. I discovered Sirius' chicken wasn't quite so dry as I had predicted it would be and that it too, in fact, was quite moist.

After half an hour, we stood back and looked at all the food we'd created.

'Not bad,' I mused.

'Hmm.'

He looked at me and nudged me.

'Not a bad sous chef… in the end. Just make sure you enrol yourself in an anger management course before we open up a restaurant.'

'Speak for yourself,' I said, grinning.

I really wanted to snog him then… but obviously everyone else was in the kitchen working on their tasks, so we couldn't.

'I'm just going to change quickly,' he whispered, squeezing my waist before he nipped off.

I hesitated, but then decided I needed to tell him something in private- and then snog him a bit too.

'Sirius, I've been thinking…'

I gaped a little as I took in his almost-naked form. He was about to take off his boxers when he saw me. He quickly hoisted them back up.

'Anna… um… something wrong?'

Okay. I think our BIGGEST problem thus far has been the lack of Sirius nudity. I mean, that boy is built like a Greek god. Not even joking. It's supremely depressing, because I'm so pudgy and flawed compared to his perfect body.

'Uhm…..'

To be honest, my mind turned to sludge when I saw him. So much so, that I decided that the only appropriate thing to do would be to shag him then and there. I know, I know… after um-ing and ah-ing all this time when all it took in the end was seeing him in nothing but boxer shorts.

No need to tell me I'm ridiculous. I've known it all my life.

Anyway, I must have looked a bit brain dead, because he came up to me, looking concerned.

'Are you okay? You've gone really pale. Do you want to lie down for a bit?'

(Probably because all the blood had left my head and rushed south…)

'No,' I whispered, my voice suddenly very gravelly. 'I… uh…'

I was finding it pretty difficult to string a coherent sentence together, so I decided just to kiss him instead. He kissed me back pretty enthusiastically.

'Well, now, that's the best thing you've done all day,' he said.

I grinned.

'I can raise you one on that,' I whispered, kissing him back.

He pushed me back, eyes wide.

'N…now?' he spluttered.

I shrugged, and sent a silencing charm at the door.

'Why not? I don't very well want to wait until next year…'

He didn't need any more convincing. He kissed me again and then we fell on the bed and then… yadayada, we shagged. AND IT WAS AMAZING. V. good.

He truly is a sex god. Hmm, I'm trying to figure out what- aside from the fact I really like him- made it so good. I think it's because he was considerate about making it good for me. Daniel wasn't all that good, and he was selfish anyway. Rob was too hyperactive which made it pretty exciting and unpredictable… but he wasn't all that considerate.

But Sirius… ah. I'm blushing now, just having the shag flashbacks.

Once we were done, we noticed Lily was calling for us.

'Shit…' I muttered. 'I sort of forgot about them.'

'Mm,' murmured Sirius. 'Let's go. I'm starving now.'

We got dressed quickly. As we were leaving, he said-

'Jones, you spend a lot of time thinking up diets or exercising… but shagging is the best form of exercise. Keep that in mind for the future, won't you?'

V. bad.

I hit him, and we hurried down the stairs, to see everyone already sitting at the table looking at us sullenly. I gasped when I noticed it was already 10pm.

'Enjoy yourselves?' said James sullenly. 'Lily wouldn't let us eat until we 'found you."

I shifted uncomfortably.

'Sorry… let's uh… eat,' Sirius said tactfully. 'Uh… I'll just uh wash my hands first.'

I sunk at the table, feeling a little exhausted… but in a good way.

'Well?' Lily and Mary whispered. 'Did you?'

I grinned sheepishly.

'Was he good?' Mary asked eagerly.

I nodded, and she grinned.

'Congrats, hun. You've finally shagged a Marauder.'

We were interrupted by Sirius telling James off.

'No, Prongs, you stay away from my chicken. Carve Anna's instead.'

Suddenly, I was annoyed again.

'Hey! No, James, you leave my chicken alone. I'll carve it. I need to show Sirius my chicken is better.'

Everyone groaned.

'And they're back at it,' Remus sighed.

Everyone diplomatically said that both our chickens were equally excellent. Sirius conceded that mine was, in fact, truly wonderful… and I begrudgingly admitted his was far from cardboard consistency.

So we ate and drank and were merry for the rest of the night. Sirius and I didn't argue any more. We were very nice, actually. I didn't feel so embarrassed by his kissing me in front of everyone because, even though I don't think I'll ever be one for public displays of affection, I'm not ashamed of us being together either.

I don't know if shagging him helped me realise that, or perhaps all our arguments helped me gain confidence in our relationship. Or maybe it was simply realising, after everything, that maybe- perhaps- he does actually love me… a little, at least.

We stayed up for the New Year, and I finally got my kiss on the turn of the year. It was wonderful. Then we popped several bottles of champagne and, soon enough, we were all pretty tipsy. It didn't take long for us to all retreat to separate rooms after that- where we shagged again! (V. good!)

A part of me is worried about this New Year. So much happened last year (feels so strange to call it 'last year,' when was only a few hours ago).

Anyway. A lot happened. I made some wonderful friends- one of whom is no longer alive-, finally lost my v-card, dated an arsehole, shagged a crazy Australian, acquired a stalker and two murderous step-parents, found out Jamie is gay, got my NEWTs, was in JAIL (goodness! I forgot that happened), went through several jobs, got kicked out of my course, but then accepted into another, found temporary fame as a Seer and journalist… and now have a good boyfriend.

So it wasn't all good, but there wasn't so much bad in it either. Actually, what I thought was bad at the time is now just funny- or interesting. Miss M was right- all this drama in my life… it makes it interesting, and worth living. I'm now thankful for it, and everyone who brings it to my life.

I don't know what this New Year will bring. Perhaps Sirius and I won't last the year. Perhaps we will. I don't know, but I'm not going to let that scare me off.

And while I will never accept my wobbly thighs for what they are, I have come to realise I'm not all that bad myself. No, I'm not perfect… but if I was, there'd be no point to living.

Ohhh Sirius just woke up.

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4.30am. Harrumph. He's asleep again. Obviously I've exhausted him with all the shagging… hehe.

Apparently the scratching of my quill woke him up.

'Jones,' he groaned, rubbing his eyes. 'You're writing in that diary again, aren't you?'

I stopped writing and looked at him sheepishly.

'Yes? Sorry, didn't mean to wake you.'

He sat up and smiled.

'S'ok. Actually, I have a present for you.'

'Oh?'

'Yes. For some reason unbeknownst to us all, your most committed relationship seems to be with your diary.'

Can't deny it's true. Diary, thank you for being there for me unconditionally throughout the year. You have made it SO MUCH easier to be me. I will miss you.

'Yes,' Sirius continued. 'I thought it'd be a shame for you to end such a brilliant love affair… so I got you a new diary, for this new year.'

He brought out a lovely red, leather-bound diary, and I squealed.

He winced.

'Bit loud for this early in the morning,' he said weakly as I hugged him.

'Thank you!' I gushed. 'It's wonderful.'

He smiled, blushing a little.

'It's ok. Glad you like it. You must be the first person I've ever met to actually keep a diary for an entire year. Congratulations.'

I kissed him, but I think he was tired, so we ended up just lying down again… and he fell asleep. Speaking of, I might try sleeping a bit. I'm a bit tired…

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7am- Okay, I'll write in the other diary after I'm done with this entry…

Sirius' owl just tapped at the window with a letter. Grumbling, and half-asleep, he went to let her in.

He bit his lip as he read the letter.

'What's wrong?' I frowned.

'Um… Anna… have you already rejected your application to Melbourne, Australia?'

'Yes,' I said. 'Why?'

'Oh, nothing… it's just… um… well… I've just received my Auror placements for this year.'

'And…?' I coaxed, knowing nothing good was to follow.

'Well, I've sort of being placed in Melbourne, Australia for the first six months, and then Jamaica for the remainder of the year…'

Of course he bloody has. I don't even know why I'm surprised.

On that note, I think I'm going to get a little drink. Wonderful start to the year!

Summary of the year's resolutions, and how I did:

I WILL NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES:

Binge or snack when bored (or hungry, for that matter)- failed

Visit the kitchens between classes- definitely failed

Eat chocolate whilst fantasising about Sirius Black- failed on a daily basis, and probably will continue to do so (v bad)

Lust for Sirius Black whilst studying- unsuccessful. Note to self: work on this in the New Year

Procrastinate homework- also unsuccessful. Also work on this in the New Year

Leave everything to the last minute- Mostly unsuccessful

Waste time.- Not kept v well at all

Behave inappropriately in the common room- Considering the number of times I was found out by Minnie… I'd say it's a fail

Get drunk with Mary- Certain fail

Get drunk with James Potter- Absolute fail

Get drunk- Complete failure. Must work on drinking in the New Year

Behave in an unpoised manner- Almost all

Stare at myself in the mirror with self-loathing, as this is narcissistic, and also unproductive- Fail. Did so on a daily basis

Be seen in shabby clothes or bad hair or no makeup- hahaha… v. bad. Fail.

Buy slutty clothes- mostly adhered to

Go for more than two days without exercise- fail

Sneak out of school with Mary to go clubbing- not kept

Snog random men I dance with when clubbing- mostly kept… though did not go clubbing all that often so, statistically, v. bad.

Imagine shagging Professor Dumbledore- mostly kept (though, again, did not see Dumbledore all that much)

Eat more than 1500 calories a day- ughhhhh. Failed.

Go on any fad diets as have all been unsuccessful in the past- Given hospital stint… I'd say it's a fail.

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I WILL

Become a diligent student and ace all my NEWTs without needing to cram: I'm not sure I 'aced' my NEWTs, and certainly had to cram… work on this for new uni course

Adopt a more zen-like approach to life- Pass! First clear pass! Yay!

Exercise daily- Fail. Hmph.

Eat three square and healthy meals a day- Hahaha fail

Stop drinking coffee- Definite fail. Have given in to coffee addiction. Will no longer bother fighting it.

Get a proper boyfriend (someone sensible and practical like Remus Lupin, but obviously not Remus as he is taken/probably gay)- PASS! YESSSSSS!

Lose virginity with said boyfriend- Half pass. Lost virginity- though not to Sirius- but have shagged him, so I feel the two half-points can combine to create another 'Pass'….

Read a novel a week to improve my mind- Fail

Read the newspaper every morning instead of trashy Witch Weekly- MISERABLE FAIL

Be poised and glamorous, like Grace Kelly (or Lily Evans)- Hmph. Fail.

Spend more time with Lily Evans, as she is an excellent influence as opposed to

Mary who always convinces me to go clubbing- Half pass. Spent much more time with Lily, who is now a best friend… but did also spent a lot of time with Mary too. Feel this was an unfair resolution to both myself, and to Mary. So… I'm going to give myself a 'Pass.'

Resist offers to get drunk with James Potter, as this has never lead to drunken sex with Sirius in the past (and hence is not likely to lead to such an event in the future)- FAIL… and getting drunk with Potter worked in shagging Sirius last night! Hehehehe

Lose at least 2 ½ stones- over the year I lost (counting all the individual pounds lost and combining them to a total) MANY stone. However, that wasn't what I meant. FAIL. Boo hoo.

Throw out all slutty clothes and replace with elegant clothes- half pass

Write in this diary every day- PASS (mostly)

Become the sex goddess of Hogwarts by the end of the school year- I'm counting shagging the sex god himself in this so… Pass by default.

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Summary: Over all, not a bad year. V. Good.

END OF DIARY

Signed, Anna Jones

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IT'S OVER!

Words can't express how sad I am that this wonderful journey is finally over. This story has been, without a doubt, my favourite to write. I have had so much fun writing this. In many ways, I feel I've managed to grow up as a person, with Anna, as I wrote this.

Thank you all for being on this journey with me. As you all know, I have a small weakness for reviews and would dearly love to know your thoughts on this final chapter, and the story, now it is over!

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Anya Violetta