Sirius ReflectionsNovember 5, 1977More Like This
Dear you stupid piece of parchment:
Bloody hell, I feel like a little girl writing in her diary with this thing. Whatever, no one's going to read this lonely little letter to who-knows-what anyway.
I'm all alone right now. Well, Wormtail's snoring a couple beds down, but other than that, which really doesn't count anyway, I'm a lonesome little puppy.
The craziest thing happened this morning. Moony, Wormtail, Prongs and I were just minding our own business, stuffing our faces at the breakfast table, when Evans walks over to us, takes a deep breath, looks James straight in the eye and says, "Yes." He nearly spilt his milk all over me, sputtering like a mad man. She then blushed, yes, Lily Fiery Temper Evans, freakin' blushed and walked away. Turns out James gave it one last shot and asked her to go to the next Hogsmeade trip yesterday afternoon before dinner, and she told him she would think about it. Don't know how he forgot to mention it to me his best friend He
You Can't Leave YetSirius' POVMore Like This
It's Halloween. And I'm sitting here in my parents' house alone, wishing with all my might that I had somewhere better to be. Dumbledore wants to keep me locked up in here so that Voldemort can't get to me, and James and Lily back him up with a fierceness that makes me angry at times, but at others makes me thankful that I have such caring friends. But Dumbledore doesn't know. He has no idea that I begged James and Lily to make Peter the Secret-Keeper. I want them to be safe so badly that I don't trust myself with that secret. They were hesitant, but I wouldn't let them say "No." So Peter was made the Potter's Secret-Keeper. Only he knows the location of James and Lily's house. Even I have forgotten where it is exactly because that is part of the spell.
All of a sudden, the fire in the hearth crackle