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"Qui tacet consentaire" I got from "Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails" by Alkari, I think.
And I apologize hugely for a big mistake I made last time. I included Nott in the list of Snape's friends. Nott Sr. could not have been at Hogwarts with the Marauders, as Jo has confirmed that he is an elderly widower. Therefore, he will not be mentioned again.Sorry!
All that's left is to thank my amazing beta, Suburban House Elf, whom I unfortunately neglected to mention in my last chapter. Thanks so much, you really helped me turn a pretty good story into a great one.
And I will try not to write such long author's notes again.
Well, what do you know! I'm Head Boy!
I still don't get it. I mean me, James Potter, prankster extraordinaire, Head Boy? Why the bloody hell did Dumbledore give that to ME?
Maybe it was my Transfiguration O.W.L. grades. I'm really good at that. Or maybe being Quidditch captain? Or maybe what happened with Snape in the Willow?(More on that later.) Maybe Dumbledore gave me the post as a guilt trip so I won't play as many pranks. Remus is the prefect - he should have made Head Boy! I kind of feel bad. He won't say so, but I know he'll be expecting to be offered. Just a tiny bit.
Actually, I should be asking myself why I'm writing in this diary at all. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm the absolute last person you'd think would write in a journal. Well, first of all, I got this from Aunt Lucy. She's Mum's sister. She said that now that I'm in seventh year, and Head Boy, "You should record your thoughts for posterity, because you never know who may read it in the future and be helped, and besides, you'll look back and be glad you did". Those were her words. Anyway, she's right about the last part. Can you imagine me when I'm a hundred looking back and seeing what I thought when I was seventeen? And I'm sure I'll live to be a hundred. Most wizards live till that, at LEAST. Dumbledore must be a hundred and fifty.
I'm getting off the topic. I tend to drift off like that a lot.
Besides, now that I'm Head Boy, I'm important enough to keep a journal. I'm sure that years from now, people will be fighting over my autobiography. (Ha.)
Right. About me.
I have hazel eyes, forever untidy black hair, and three best friends. Their names are Sirius Black, who we nicknamed Padfoot, Remus Lupin, who we nicknamed Moony, and Peter Pettigrew, who we nicknamed Wormtail. I'm Prongs.
Why these names? Well, poor Remus is a werewolf. Me and Sirius figured it out in our first year. He just had too many aunts dying, parents' sicknesses, and family affairs to go to. They also happened to be conveniently around the full moon. That's why we call him Moony - 'cause werewolves transform at the full moon.
Sirius and I worked out how to become Animagi - people who could turn into animals at will - in our fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm a stag - Prongs. Sirius is a dog - Padfoot. And Peter is a rat - Wormtail. Easy. (It took Peter a while before he got it. He is kind of slow in some things.) No one knows about it except for us and Remus. We keep Remus company during his transformations and they're less painful for him.
I do not have, have never had, and probably never will have a girlfriend. I probably never will have one because the one girl who I really want hates me. Her name is Lily Evans, and she also happens to be the prettiest, cleverest, and nicest witch in the school. Well, she's nice to everyone in the school except to me. I think she hates me even more because she realizes that I like her.
I kind of don't blame her. Me and Sirius did have a habit of hexing people just because we can, but lately I've realized that it's sort of immature. I don't think I'll be doing it any more. I guess it's because of what happened with Snape last year.
Sirius was thick. I'll admit that. He basically TOLD SNAPE HOW TO GET INTO THE WHOMPING WILLOW, WHERE REMUS WAS TRANSFORMED INTO A WEREWOLF. Anyway, I went after Snape when I found out what Sirius had done. Nearly got myself and that bloody Slytherin killed. Maybe that's why Dumbledore gave me the Head Boy post. Because he was glad that I went after the git even though he's my worst enemy.
Oh, and one more thing. Sirius lives with me and my parents. His parents are these really evil-type pure-blood supremacists. Also his brother Regulus. And Sirius isn't like that at all. The last straw was when he got put into Gryffindor. They're all Slytherins except for his favorite cousin Andromeda. She was a Ravenclaw. (She got disinherited because she married a Muggle-born, Ted Tonks. He's nice - I've met him more than once.) So Sirius's parents hated him even more, and finally he couldn't take it anymore and ran away.
Me and Sirius and Remus and Peter are the biggest troublemakers in the school. That's why I can't believe that I'm Head Boy.
Well, we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get our books. I don't think that I'll have time to write in here until school begins.
Oh, I forgot to write something. Lily Evans is Head Girl. Oh no.
Well, we're back at Hogwarts! It's great to see Remus and Peter again. We had fantastic summer holidays, but it's good to be back.
Dumbledore gave me and Evans a whole speech after the feast. We were too tired to really listen. The only thing I heard was that he said that he expects us to have a new sense of responsibility, which I think was directed at me. Merlin knows that Evans is responsible enough to take care of all British wizardry, let alone Hogwarts.
Anyway, the hint is that I'm too tired to write anymore.
Today was okay. I mean, Transfiguration was easy, as usual. And so was Charms. All McGonagall and Flitwick did was elaborate on how hard the N.E.W.T.s were and everything. And then they gave us a load of homework. Bloody teachers.
Right now I'm under the big tree that we like. Sirius, Remus, and Peter are talking. I think it's about the next full moon. But I'd rather write.
I managed to get past the first day without one prank. It took all my self-control. But I won't be able to last for long.
Evans is sitting by the lake writing in some little Muggle notebook. Wonder what. Maybe ways to get back at me for asking her out for three years in a row. Well, I won't do it this year. I have come to the conclusion that if I expect to get through this year alive, I am NOT GOING TO ASK LILY EVANS OUT. How will the school function if the Head Girl hates the Head Boy?
Maybe I should make an experiment to see if it would.
No, there I go again. More like maybe I'll just be a bachelor for the rest of my life.
Anyway, Evans is walking towards us and if she catches sight of one sentence in this diary, I'll never hear the end of it.