SBFC proudly presents....

Sirius' Journal Years



Which means we come up with a diary/journal entry of what you think our Young or Older Sirius might have wrote down if he ever contributed to writing a journal (Diary is the term that girls use while Journal is the term that boys use). It can be at any stage of the HP series or if you want to venture beyond the veil. It can be funny or sad, it is all up to you.

The credit for this wonderful game came from the idea of "Wild_Prairie_Gal" and is a success within another fan club(MMFC). Have fun and enjoy your wonderful journal entries.

Example:

Dear Journal,
Today of all days was quite interesting to say the least. During my morning ritual of hexing my dearest and closest enemy, Snivellus, I came to realize that I am quite interested in learning more about what is being called 'My Animagus' form. Since I am noted as being quite the bark of the school with laugh, I think that I should help out my dear friend and Marauder, Moony, or Moody as I like to call him, with his time of the month change formation and I think that I shall call myself the every powerful, Padfoot, King of the Black Dogs, although I believe that James would just prefer Padfoot.
Sincerely Serious,
Sirius

August 11th

Dear Journal,

I woke up today upon hearing my friends talk and laugh. James reminded me what tonight was. It was going to be a full moon, so, we would once again accompany Remus to the Shrieking Shack as he transforms into his wolf form.



As night time came, we again hid under James’s cloak. I am still surprised however, at the fact that the four of us can fit under that old thing. We cleverly used the map we invented to avoid the ghosts, poltergeists, professors, and other people who would want to stop us from leaving the school.



When we reached the forest near the shack, James, Peter, and I transformed into our Animagi form. Then, we all went inside the shack. We watched as Remus transformed into his werewolf form. Since he took his potion, Remus was never a threat to anybody.



We decided too take a stroll in Hogsmeade. The place wasn’t filled with a lot of people, not like when we have our trips organized by the professors, but it wasn’t deserted either. I stole a turkey from an old batty lady. She chased me with a broom halfway to the shack. We all ate the turkey inside the shack. It was really very odd to see a James as a Stag eat meat. We laughed about the incident in Hogsmeade. James suggested I should make my Animagi form permanent.



I have to go now, We’re playing a little prank on Snivellus! It will be wicked awesome! I’ll write to you all about what happened tomorrow…



Signed,

Sirius Black

November 1, 1995


Dear Journal,

Today was a most boring and lonesome day. All of the OotP members were gone and it was only Kreacher, my Wailing Mother in her portrait and myself in the house. And I can't forget to mention my dear friend Buckbeak. I was a bit bored so I told Kreacher to get me some tea. Any other day I would have gotten it myself, but today I was feeling curious and wanted to make that wretched, ugly, old house elf work.

Of course he reluctantly followed my orders. As I was walking upstairs he asked me where I would like to drink my tea. Of course he used some other lovely words, but I will not repeat them here. I told him that I would like to drink my tea in Buckbeak's room. I continued to walk up the stairs until I had an Idea. I instructed Kreacher to walk ahead of me so that he could open the door for me. Of course he did as instructed but gave me an ear full. As we continued to ascend the stairs I saw the tea tray he was carrying. When we reached the top of the stairs we continued to walk down the long corridor that had the plaques of house elves heads from long ago.

I walked a little closer to Kreacher and lightly pushed the tray so that he would lose grip and drop it. As planned it fell to the floor and crash was heard throughout the house. I stood behind him and waited for a reaction. I couldn't believe it, the old elf wouldn't move a muscle. I asked him if he knew what happened next. He looked at me and began to cry. I laughed and told him to run, the least I could do was give him a head start. I have never seen that old elf move so fast. He is hiding from me now. I haven't had to look at his face for about 5 hours, so today has turned out to be a rather wonderful day. If only he had really dropped that tray on his own. His head would really be mine.

Sincerely,

Sirius "Be header of Kreacher" Black

Dear Journal,

As I promised, I’ll tell you all about the prank we did on Snivellus.



We have been planning for days!!! We finally came up with the greatest plan we have yet concocted!



When I woke up today, I had a sly grin on my face. The boys were still sleeping, so I got my pillow and hit them with it one by one, saying, “Come on mates! Wake up! Today’s the day!!!” We had a pillow fight before we had breakfast.



When we got to the Great Hall, Snivellus was already down there. We hurriedly ate our breakfast and went to our positions for the biggest and funniest prank the school has ever seen yet!



As we predicted, the old oil grease set off towards the lake where he would read his little book and come up with little spells…or so he thought! As he was walking in the halls, James and I gave him the fright of his life!!! We hid behind an intersecting corridor, then when the time was right, jumped out and yelled, “Shove off, please, Oil Grease!” Merlin! Could that bloke run! He screamed and cursed us! James and I were practically dying of laughter seeing his face and see him running for his life!!! He never expected us to be there since that hall lead to a classroom!



Meanwhile, Remus was waiting for him near the end of the hallway. When the bloke reached that part, Remus threw a couple of water balloons at old Snivellus and then, with this horn in a can we bought from Zonko’s, startled him with the intense sharpness and loudness of the sound. It seemed like a shriek of a Banshee to me, though.

He was about to hex Remus when Peter showed up.



Peter was holding a bucket of gillyweed extracts, which I would never had known existed until we saw some for sale in Diagon Alley. Peter dumped it on his head. His hair became greasier than before. Then the bloke turned to Peter and tried to hex him!!! Remus quickly pushed him out of the way and cleverly dodged the hex! Then Snivellus got all angry and shouted, “I don’t have time for this!” Then he strode towards the grounds.



We hurriedly followed him towards the lake. People stared at Snivellus noticing that he was greasier than usual. They also saw us following the bloke so they followed too. I was already wearing a smile of triumph knowing that the prank still wasn’t over.



When Snivellus finally reached the lake, that’s when he realized we had followed him. The bloke continued on to his favorite tree then turned around to see we were still following him. He looked at me face to face and snarled at me. “Haven’t had enough, eh, Black?” he said taking out his wand. Little did he know that Remus and James climbed up that tree. “Nope! Not yet, Snivellus!” I said cunningly. Then James yelled, “Hey, Oil Grease! Heads up!!!” Snivellus was startled and looked up immediately. That’s when James and Remus dumped two gallons of Barbecue sauce on him.



Everyone laughed. I reached in my pocket and sprinkled him some meat bits I saved from breakfast. James and Remus jumped down from the tree and joined me and Peter marveling at the sight in front of us. “Nice sauce there, Snivellus!” Peter remarked. “Yeah, it matches your hair, old Oil Grease!” Remus chirped in. “You….you….” he muttered. “Us what? Oh! Yeah! It was us who did this to you!” James said giving me a pat on the back. “Pretty clever for boys who frequently get detention, huh?” I teased. He glared at us for a long time, clenching his wand and his book. “Come, now, Snivellus!!! Everyone loves it when we get you!!! Just listen to their laughter and their cheers!” James said pointing to the gathering crowd. Old Snivellus never moved a muscle.



We turned away victorious. I turned and look back at him. “Hey, Oil Grease, you might want to consider moving. Those ravens are coming in fast!” I advised him. He looked behind him and there, he saw a flock of Ravens charging towards him, apparently hungry for the meat bits I sprinkled on him.



We are currently celebrating our victory in our dormitory. Everyone loved our little prank! Alas, I must go before the boys eat my turkey leg or better yet, pin the meat bits on Snivellus without me!



Yours Truly,

Sirius Black

Dear Journal,

Today could not have turned out worse. It began in potions class. Who cares about potions. It's only a course someone as weak and wormy as Snape would enjoy. Anyways, the professor called on me to prepare a potion to transform a rat into a bunny. I followed the directions, winking at James and Lily as I did and just as it was about to be comleted, it exploded all over the professor and I and we began to sprout fur on our bellies.

As if that weren't bad enough, the cute medi-wizard was working in the hospital ward and she kept telling me how soft and silky my hair was as she rubbed belly fur. I was so humiliated.

Finally, at dinner, as we were about to anjoy a pleasant meal, the stupid Potions Professor called me to the head of the hall to show everyone what I had accomplished, since he had yet to get his fur taken care of. As I was headed back to the table, people kept putting a bunny tail and ears on me.

So much for the great plans I had when I woke up.

Padfoot cottontail...out.

Dear Journal...

Dear Journal?, I really feel like a woman writing those two words. I have to find a more masculine way of writing that. Maybe something like Dear Motor magazine… or Hey! Don't run away from me when I'm talking to you just because I am so big and strong. Yeah that will do…

Hey! Don't run away from me when I'm talking to you just because I am so big and strong...

Today was nothing to write home about, and I won't… I'll just write it in here - In a very masculine way of course. Well, this morning I didn't get dressed before noon. I think Mrs. Mathison, next door was looking at my end when I was out to grab the muggle paper. I can't blame her though. I just find it annoying that I have to be so attractive to every woman that lays her eyes on me. Anyway I've been singing along on the new song from Fidilus Bramba-Bramba-Band. In case you haven't 'heard' it I'll sing a little bit… in a very masculine way of course…

You are so good.. oh yeah.. goodie.. goodie.. yeah.. so good.. wohooo.. good good good... yeah.. oh, oh oh... so goooooood... yeah.. bramba-bramba.. so good.. yeah..

Well that was the highlights of the day... I suppose you don't want to hear of all the Death Eaters that I've arrested today...

Love.. no... uhhm.. Go.. go.. uhhm.. Go me..

Go ME!! well yeah.. Sirius..

anywho it was 45902 death eaters...

Dear Journal,
Today is one of those unusual days being that a girl has shaken things up a bit. Seems that our first day of our 5th year brought along more surprises than what I thought it would. I am having to behind James with a mop as he follows Lily Evans everywhere, but I don't mind. I rather enjoy watching her myself at times, until another girl comes along *waves*.

Sorry about that...It seems that my poor classmate and best mate seems to have fallen in love with the wrong girl. I have tried to warn him that girls are nothing but trouble but it seems to go in one ear and out the other. She will not give him the time of day and thinks that our pranks we pull on Snivellus are rather "distasteful and idiotic". Well, excuse me for not being Mr. Perfect. *moves hair from in front of eyes for a moment* I rather like the way that I am and she can just go....but a stump for all I care.
Signed Angry and....well....Angry,
Padfoot

June 3

Dear Journal,

I honestly feel like the biggest priss in the world right now. I mean what guy confides his feelings in a journal or a diary, whatever the girls wanna call it. Ever since Lily gave me this journal as a Christmas present joke, because she said I was too self concieted and needed to reflect on my actions, I've actually started writing down my problems and what happens to me daily. I hope hiding it other my bed will do for now, until i come up with some other hiding spot. Living in a dorm with three of your best friends does not really consist in privacy. If they ever, ever found this...my life would be ruined. My reputation with everyone will be screwed! The teachers, the girls.....everyone! So they better not find it...

Anyways, not much going on today in the oh so boring life of Sirius Black. Just the same old things we do every day. Go to class, flirt with girls, hit James at breakfast for staring at Lily, prank/curse Snivellus. That's pretty much an usual day for us Mauraders. I sometimes still dont get Serevus Snape. Does he really think that he, a Slytherin, could really outwit James and I? Seriously. He is so lucky James is pratically in love with Lily, or James would be all over teasing Snape into tears. I think its the girl genes. Lily hates Snivellus as much as we do but she hates it when we curse him. Anyways, before I start cursing and chucking things across the room, to show my hate for Snape, let's move on.

Summer begins too and that also means exams. That also means i have to study. Argh! Well...at least I have Remus to help me out. I really dont wanna go home till my parents house. If you can call them parents anyways. At least I can always sneak over to James's house. Thank god for the Potters, or my family would have driven me to insanity. I probably would already be Azkaban for commiting criminal offenses against my family if it wasn't for Mr. and Mrs. Potter letting me stay over at their house once in a while....wait...I swear I just heard James muttering in his sleep. There! I heard it again. Be right back. I wanna hear what he says.

OH.MY.GOD. I was right! I was right! I was right! He totally likes her! What a liar! Ok, I'm trying very hard not to scream out what I heard.
"Lily *snore* will you *snore* go out with me? *snore*"

It was faint, but I definitely heard it. He totally told us all that he hated her guts for ruining his fun with Snivellus but he's liked her all this time. I knew it! I so have to rub this in his face. Even though its about one in the morning. Probably should watch out when waking up James. He tends to hit people.

I'll tell you what happens later!

- Sirius

Dear Journal,

It has been a year since I escaped from Azkaban and went in hiding inside a cave near Hogsmeade. What is very unbelievable though, is that I have kept you...I have kept you?! God, I feel like I’m really talking to someone…anyway, what is very unbelievable is that I have kept you throughout these years. No one ever found out about you.



Now, about my day…it wasn’t really anything special. Not as special as I had in school with my best mates! I’ve been missing James for years now. I can’t even believe that I’m admitting this to a journal, but, I do.



About my day, I had been disguising myself again in my Animagi form. I took a stroll around Hogsmeade. A little girl was very fond of me. We played for a while and she even offered me some treats! I saved some for Buckbeak and kept them in a newspaper I found.



I headed for the cave a little bit before dark. The Hippogriff was apparently glad to see me with food!!! He attacked the meat like a vulture! Well, after three days of not eating, it just seemed right for him to do that.



So now, I find myself thinking about James’s and Lily’s son, Harry. I think I have produced an overprotecting emotion for the boy. Well, he is after all, my best mate’s son. And I also find myself thinking about the couple a lot. I miss those times I had with James. I can’t believe I’m crying. I’ll have to dry my tears now, or else, they will blotch the ink on you.



I’ve learned that it takes a real man to cry.*sniff* I just hope that if ever anyone finds this journal, this page will be impossible to read.



Sincerely,

Sirius Black

Padfoot's Log, entry dated today

I have made a discovery which I find quite intriguing and which has endless potential for my amusement. As I was tormenting Kreacher, I discovered that when he is poked with a feather, he makes the whiniest, awfullest crying laugh I have ever heard. While I was doing this to him, making him squirm on the ground, I noticed that it casued all the portraits in the house to point and laugh at that miserable creature.

I would have kept on doing it, but Molly said it was cruel and a poor example for the children. As if I don't have enough to deal with, now I have to be a good example.

Ponders going to Fred and George to see if I can be part of their research and development team.

I also discovered, much to my displeasure, that the stupid bunny fur I produced in potions class at Hogwarts comes out at the most inopportune times.

Well, If I find out anything else, I'll let you know.

Padfoot out.

Dear Journal,

It's dark outside and everyone else is asleep. I lay on my bed, spread-eagled, with only the moonlight to keep me company. Nothing significant happened today, no reason to write, really. I just felt like it.

Lately, the strangest feeling has taken over me. At night, I get up and sit by the window sill, glancing outside. My friends are deep asleep, their soft snoring relieves me. Hogwarts is quite lonely then. I don't think I have a poet's bone, none of this makes sense, does it? But I don't mind, as long as there's a bed to go back in once sleep finally meets me. Wish it were sooner, though.

I have no dreams to publicize in the morning. James starts telling me all this fabulous stuff he dreams, and even Peter adds in a thing or two of his own. I have to make mine up. Do you know how bad that is? You don't know anything, I am aware. I was born rhetorical, they tell me. Or I tell myself, that's what rhetorical means, huh? Enough of this nonsense.

It's late, later than before. Can't hear the snores anymore. Nope, they're still there. They'd better be... I can't stand silence. What will I say I dreamt tonight? Running out of ideas, apparently. Otherwise I wouldn't be wasting my time writing here. Like it helps to dissect your thoughts. Better not have them in the first place.

Had enough of this.

S.

Dear Padfoot’s Journal,

It is now even later than before, and the moon rays still play with Sirius’s dark hair. He’ll have a hard time disheveling it tomorrow, and he’ll use this as a pretend to have another bad hair day.

It’s my time to be awake now and listen to everyone else breathe in deeply. But I don’t mind. I feel like I’m watching them, as our watch dog finally gave in in front of the beauty of the night.

You seem to have a Hogwarts of your own, that you don’t always speak about. But that’s alright, we all do . Now I can’t wait for you to shout at me tomorrow for barging in like this, but I swear I only read the last entry. But I’d rather you did that than have you keep everything inside. I have no other brother except you, and I wouldn’t like it if you became distant. Even if that means you’ll approach me to have a better shot at my stomach.

I dunno about Peter, maybe he really dreams all that freaky things, (though I feel safer around him thinking he made them up), but it’s not night dreams that makes me wanna listen to you. You’d be my fave dog even if you were just lying around all day long, looking bored. Most of the times I am so tired after a game that I dream nothing. It’s the day dreaming that counts . (And the pretty girls.)

And mate, I swear it wasn’t me snoring, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll do it aaaal niiiight loooong from now on. And next time you can’t sleep, gimme a bark and we could both go for a walk in the forest, like two wild things that we are .

Not minding his own business, as always,

Prongsy

PS: I only sad Prongsy so that you won’t get at my throat too bad tomorrow, so please don’t tease me about this later on. All I want for you in the mornings is for you to be there. You don’t have to say anything. I know.

Dear Journal,



Merlin’s beard! James wrote in my journal! Let me read it first.



I’ll get that bloke later, for now, I’ll write about my day. I didn’t sleep a lot since last night. It wasn’t because of the snoring, snoring is okay…makes me feel surrounded by friends even though it is a little weird. It’s because I was thinking of what else I could come up with to tell the boys that I dreamed.



So anyway, it was a bit cloudy today. We had bacon and eggs for breakfast. Remus told us that he dreamt he turned into an out of control werewolf! That would be absurd though! He always takes his potion the day before he turns into a werewolf. Peter dreamt he failed Defense Against The Dark Arts. He isn’t really good at that subject. Remus is usually the smart one. James dreamt about Lily, as usual…so I told them I dreamt of finally seeing the Giant Squid in the lake! James didn’t believe me…now I know why! He read my journal!!! Okay, focus…



After breakfast, we had the privilege to visit Hogsmeade. The place was decorated with pumpkins and ghosts and ghouls and all those Halloween stuff! We bought a lot of sweets from Honeydukes and some, how shall I call it? Equipment? Yes, equipment from The Joke Shop. We’re always thinking of Snivellus! We had some butterbeer too!



When we got back to Hogwarts, we had the Halloween Feast! Pumpkin pasties, cakes, pastries! Everything was so delicious! Professor Slughorn, I noticed, was wearing a strange hat that had a pumpkin and a few vines. Grown in the greenhouses, I suspect.



Now, I have a terrible stomach ache from eating all those sweets! But I still have to deal with James. I’m off to give him the worst beating up of his life!



Oh! And before I sign off, I noticed that when we Marauders walk around in school or anywhere at all, we call ourselves by our nicknames, Moony [Remus], Wormtail [Peter], Padfoot [me], and Prongs [James]. But in this journal, I call them by their names. It’s nice to mention our real names once in a while…Well, I’m off to clobber James!



Signed,

Sirius Black

Dear Journal,

Today was a rather interesting day. I was a bit bored here at the house so I decided I would go for a walk. It soon turned into a mad chase and I was running for my life. Yes, I was almost a victim of the dog catcher. I shall elaborate at a later date. Right now I'm hungry and I'm craving Pumpkin Pasties. I hope there are still some left. Until next time.

Sincerely,

Sirius black

Journal,

This is an update. Today was another day where I just had to get away. I felt as if I remained in that castle one more minute I would explode. I went to one of our secret exits, transformed and left, heading toward Hogsmeade.

Everything was great. People seem to like my dog form and they are very friendly with the treats. One shopkeeper was very friendly, I think her name is ROsmerta. She is very beautiful and I just love it when she rubs my belly. (growls)

After I left her shop, I was on my way to the shrieking shack to return and I spotted the dogcatcher. I hoped that he had not seen, me, but I was not to be that lucky. HE took off after me on that rickety old broom. (honestly, I've no idea how he doesn't fall off and that thing shatter to pieces.)

I was running as fast as I could, but still he kept gaining. Just as I felt I could run no longer, I reached the shrieking shack, found our room upstairs and transformed in time to see the dogcatcher coming in. He looked as though he were going to throw up and so I just started howling like Remus. Shortly after that, he ran from there and I laughed all the way back to the castle...thinking of Rosmerta of course.

Padfoot out.

Oh dear journal,
this is funny, Lily Evans, who thinks James is big headed and a show off, well she's paying more attention to us all now, especially James. we were all laughing about it earlier when she came around the corner, and both of them turned a dark crimson red. oddly enough, i'm beginning to suspect that the two of them will be friends, at least, here soon. odd, considering she always came off as someone who didn't like James, oh well. not much else going on, Snivellus is still loads of fun to pick on, altho Remus Prefect isnt' too please, oh well. school is still boring, nearly fell asleep in class again....

Sirius over and out

Dear Journal

I cannot believe that McGonagall has given me this journal that I have to write in every night for homework. I just saw what James wrote in his. It is of course all about Evans. I wish that he would go ahead and ask her out. Any one can see that they are mad for each other.
I am so glad that this is my final year here at Hogwarts. I really want to get out of here. All I need is my bike, the wind in my hair and a chance for freedom and I will be happy. Well all that and a pretty girl to tag along. There are lined up you know I can have my pick. Maybe I will see if McGonagall wants to take that bun out of her hair and join me.HAHAHa I am so glad that I have put a spell on this book so that when anyone else reads something in here it will only reveal boring facts from the day. I used the same spell that we used on the map but I tweaked it a bit. I don't want to fail because my journal insulted Minerva. Peter is a real git this year and he is always following the rest of us around. I have suggested to James that we should chuck him and let him hang out with Snape if he wants. I still can't get over seeing them with their heads together outside in the courtyard I wonder what our little rat is up to. I am thinking that this would be a good time to break out James's Invisiablity cloak and get to the bottom of this. I will write more later it is the full moon and we are going out to play.

Dear Journal,

I hate this place. It's freezing and dreary. My heart feels heavy, weighed down with the unhappy memories of a childhood marred with prejudice and the ever-falling rain. I can hear it splash around me, filling every crevice of this God-forsaken cell.

As I reach out to touch the bars, the rust on them pricks my finger like a thorn. Drawing back, I retreat to a corner of the cell, but the stone on my back is hard and icy, serving little comfort. Hopelessly wrapping my arms around my body, I slowly rock back and forth, my breath frigid.

What did I do to deserve this? I didn't do anything. Curse the death eaters, cruse the name of Peter Pettigrew. They have ruined me, and ruined me well. My life is over.

Then it comes. Drifting towards me in a shroud, it turns to me, its face of nothingness seeming to see right through my soul. Cold, cold, cold. When will it go away? I see my breath in front of me, billowing white. The air around me is tickling my cheeks unpleasantly. Crystals of ice have begun to form on my tattered clothes.

There is no hope for me.

Finally, its gliding figure passes. Still, I feel bleak. The ice crystals are still lining my rags. I cannot get out. These prison bars are too strong, too ruthless. I will wallow in pity until the dementors suck every breath that I contain. There is nothing for me beyond this imprisonment. Nothing.

I am fading into nothing.

Ever more serious,
Sirius

Dear Journal

We went out last night and it was awesome. Lupin was a little crazy at first but that happens when the change is upon him. Rat boy declined to go I really want to find out what he is up to. Tomorrow is when we will get to go to Hogsmeade village and I plan to tell Prongs and Moony of my concerns. They will both jump at the chance for adventure. That is why they are my two very best friends. I would never tell them this but they are my brothers and the only family that I have. I have the Black family name true and my parents and brother are alive, but I chose along time ago to walk away from that world and I do not intend to go back ever. The day I walked out of Grimauld Place was for the last time I assure you. Even if it means my death I won't step foot there again.

Dear Journal,



It’s my first day; well actually, it’s already nighttime… here at Hogwarts. I got sorted in Gryffindor and Regulus didn’t look pleased. I think he’s gonna go send mum an owl telling her and dad the bad news. I don’t really care.



The day started at home. Mum wasn’t really excited to drop me to the station. She isn’t very fond of me after all…Well, in the train I got stuck in a compartment with a really cool guy named James Potter. He and I get along pretty well! I think we could be best mates!



When we got to Hogwarts, the groundskeeper let us on a boat ride towards the castle. They say the Hogwarts lake had a giant squid! I was really looking forward to see it but the lake was quiet and peaceful. We shared a boat with two other boys, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.



When we got to the castle, a woman called Professor McGonagall met us and had us ready for the ceremony. It was really cool that the four of us got sorted in Gryffindor! We also share the same room! I think we’ll all be good friends ‘till we all graduate from here!



I’m off to bed for now, I think I’ll need the energy tomorrow…I have a feeling that my parents are not going to be happy with my house.



Sincerely,

Sirius Black

Hey, (Favorite word of the hour)

Today has been yet the most fabulous day of all days. I can definitely call myself, King of the Detentions, per Professor McGonagall that is.

Sitting in class today, Snivellus, as I like to call him, came draping his greasy oily hair within the perimeter of my so called desk. I hate it when he does this, it drives me insane to say the least. I reached down into my book bag waiting for the right opportunity to strike and within seconds, I did just that. Within my hand stood the best bottle of shampoo a lad could ever account for, Nice N' Easy. Hence the name, I figured it would wash those suds of grease right out of his hair, so therefore, I threw him a bottle, tips were on me.

McGonagall, oh I thought she laughed in the beginning but then informed, moi, that I would receive the utmost detention today after school. She also informed me that I, me, myself and I, had received the most detentions of all according to her records. Wow! I am so pleased with myself that I am just shaking in my boots at the moment.

Snivellus on the other hand, I guess the suggestion never worked because he came dripping into dinner tonight, hair still the same as usual. Hey, I was only trying to help the poor lad into doing something right for a change. Umph! Maybe tomorrow I will think of something else a little more clever. Yes! That's what McGonagall is trying to tell me! I am not giving it my all in trying to make his life a living...well...you know, drought of insane tortures. Oh how I love to torture him so!!

I must tell James that as of right now I out rule him of detention with McGonagall. It's an on going thing you know.

SB

Dear Journal,

Today was simply...boring. Hogwarts has been so--blah! I need to catch up with the gang later and plot for more ideas. I don't know what's been going with the professors lately but it seems they're trying to inforce more rules and a strict detention policy! This gives me a great oppurtunity to pump up my Detention count. Then again, I can just go mess with Snivellus but Lily has been on my case again...Well on James' case and he says that I'm wrecking his chances with her... Whatever...

See ya on the flipside,

Sirius

Dear Journal,

I've been really bored today. I was going to hex Snivellus when Lily came on the scene and Prongs caught hold of my hand to stop me. It was annoying but I controlled myself. Later, I hexed Snivellus twice because I was still angry that I'd had to let him go earlier. Peter - Err - I meant Wormtail, wet himself with excitement but Moony was disapproving. Prongs joined in the fun once he had made sure that Lily wasn't around. It was great fun.

But the day took a dramatic turn after Snivellus sustained – ermmm – "minor" injuries and had to be rushed to the Hospital Wing. We got into detention, which was fun, but the dramatic part was that we had no one to hex now. So James and I decided to pick on the Slytherin beater, who too ended up in the Hospital Wing. Ahhh...

James and I have agreed that we really need more excitement. Moony suggested studying for a bit but we didn't quite love the offer, so we just shook our heads. I've also decided to rename you. I shall now call you a Daily Journal. Wait - That sounds like a daily diary. Which is so girly. Oh no. What is happening to me? I must stop writing before I really do give you a girly name.

Night.

- Padfoot

Journal,

Update is in order I guess. Not really much to tell. Same as always, or at least what has become always. Lilay and James off together. Remus trying to be a good litle prefect. Peter to annoying to deal with. Had to go look for my own fun.

I saw a nice looking bunch of Ravenclaw gals and sauntered over. It was going great. That is, until Peter walked up and said hello. He just stood there as these girls stared at him. Man, even my mojo won't work around that dork. I can't believe we let him hang around with us. Now I am so mad, I'm sneaking out and heading to rosmerta's. tell you about it later....groooowwwwwllll.

Padfoot out.

Dear Journal,

We have just gotten back from Hogsmeade. I tried to tell James and Remus that I thought that Wormtail was up to something. But as usual Remus was looking for a book and James was intent on following Lily around like a droppy eared puppy. I know that there is something going on with the rodent and the next time he leaves I will know it. I have set up a warning spell to let me know if anyone goes out after hours.
It is a clever little spell if I say so myself only I will be able to hear it. Well possibly Lupin I don't know how sensitive his ears are when he is not wolfed out it will be interesting to find out. Everyone one thinks that I am this big goof off and I agree that I am but there are only a handful of people here at the school that have grades
as good mine. There is Lupin and James Lily and Snape that one agrivates me for some reason. I love to torment Severus. James has taken it to a new level. He is never rude to the slimy headed git when Lily is around. As soon as she is gone James has him up in the air flipping him around or hanging him upside down. There was one time that James stuck him inside of a suit of aurmor and spelled it to lock itself up and not let the prisoner escape. McGonagall was furious and after an hour when she finally was able to get him out that she put us all in detention. She said if we were not involved this time then it was for the next time that we got it into our heads to do something so cruel we might stop and think about it. James had said that he would stop and think about how not to get detention and sat down with the rest of us until McGonagall released us. I hear James coming in so I will write more later about what I find out if anything.