15th July

Journal Entry, 15th July, 1976

Staying here at James's has been wonderful. I got my Apparition license, which meant I can easily go home for when Mum needs me for wedding stuff (which fortunately, isn't much because Petunia keeps pitching a fit every time I'm there because she's worried I'll cast spells during the ceremony or something equally stupid. I hate my sister. She's so narrow-minded. She reminds me of Malfoy and Bella Black and that lot - only the other way around), and then I can come right back here.

The only bad thing is that James and I haven't really had a lot of opportunities to be alone. Well, it's been less bad since Remus arrived. He and Sirius have been keeping each other busy. Very busy, judging by all the lovebites.

They're all out playing Quidditch. I'd watch, because it's always amusing, but I thought I'd come in while it was quiet. Dinner will be ready soon, and they always come in for food.

I know that the reason James and I haven't done that again yet is mostly my own fault. I want to - but I don't his parents to know. Or for Sirius to knock on the door to see what we're up to. Perhaps we should go on that picnic we talked about.


::writes a note to James and leaves it on his bedside table::

James,
Remember that picnic you suggested in your letters? I would very much like for us to get a nice, soft, blanket and a picnic basket, and find a private secluded spot somewhere in the woods, and spend a whole day with you there. I've been having a lot of fun with Sirius and Remus, but I think I'd have a lot more fun alone with you.
Tell me what you think.
Love, Lily.

::goes off to have a shower before dinner::

Journal Entry ::box room, the Potter's::

::lying on the bed in James's box room, writing in his journal::

July 8th, 1976

So I succumbed and came to James's house. It's a madhouse, an absolute madhouse. Sirius is in the shower and has been for the last half an hour. He's so worried about his hair. It's so sweet. James is in his room with Lily. I think their troubles- romantically, at least- are more or less over. Peter's not here, wonder why? He hasn't been talking to us much, lately. I suppose we haven't been very good friends, what with being all distracted by sex. Ah, sex. All that Sirius wrote in that filthy letter he sent me came wonderfully true- except I can still walk. But only just. Ah.
Summer has been wonderful for us, but I'm so worried about these attacks on Muggleborns. There's rumours going round about a society of pureblooded wizards who want to stop Muggleborn witches and wizards learning magic. I know Lily's scared. I think we all are.

::shuts his journal and rolls over, sighing::
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Journal Entry ::Angus's room, Macduff Manor::

::in his room at Macduff Manor, writing in his journal::

July 8th, 1976

I miss Mafalda. I wish I had some real friends around here. All the local boys are all horrible and scary, and I'm not sure I would want to be friends with them. There is one boy- a really nice boy who comes up to stay with his cousins during the holidays. He's from Aberdeen. His name's Lauchlan McFarlane. He's a Muggle, but he's really nice and invited me over to his house to listen to records. I've been twice, now, and he's invited me over again this afternoon.
I'm not sure Father would approve of me hanging around with Muggles, but all there is near the manor is woodland, and the village is a mix, and all the wizards there are scary. I'll probably keep hanging around with Lauchlan, though I can't bring him home, obviously, because there's so much wizarding stuff around the place, and Father would freak.
Mafalda's on holidays. I wish I could see her. I'm sure she'd like Lauchlan and his record collection. He listens to a lot of music, so he has a lot of records. He says he's coming back here next summer, so we'll probably stay friends.
Anyway, not a lot's happening. Mum's finished doing up the west wing, which means she's starting on the east wing, which means I'll be disrupted all summer. Bother.

Angus

::puts his journal away and goes off to Lauchlan's house::

::at the LPW headquarters::

::in a large, cavernous room beneath the building, addressing his followers from a podium on a raised platform::

My faithful comrades, the time for mere words and petitions to the Ministry has passed. The recent threat to my life has demonstrated that there is no level to which the blood-traitors will not stoop. We must be prepared to take great risks and make fundamental sacrifices if we are to make real our dream of a nation where Pureblood wizards occupy their rightful place at the top of society. This is a war, fellow Purebloods, and we must prepare ourselves for casualties. This will not be easy but when we are victorious, the world we are fashioning will be glorious indeed.

As your commander and leader in this war, I must insist on absolute loyalty from each and every one of you. I have been working with several talented wizards, and we have devised a method by which you can all prove your loyalty to me.

::he nods to a middle-aged wizard, who steps forward and rolls up one sleeve of his robe, revealing what looks like a tattoo, a black skull with a snake coming out of the mouth::

All of you who are willing to fight with me for our destiny, step forward and receive this mark of your loyalty!

::one by one the witches and wizards step forward, and he casts the mark on their skin::

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::lying on his stomach on his mattress, writing a letter to his elder sister, Jessica::

...so that's about it. Not much else to tell. Thanks for your letters and your help in getting me settled in my new place. It's a dump, but it's good for now.

Love you.

Love Jack.