The Secret Diaries of Sirius Black

Following Sirius from his first year at Hogwarts to his arrest and imprisonment, to his tragic death… and what happens afterwards.

Today Regulus accidentally set fire to a small muggle boy in London. He was fine, luckily, or Regulus would have been arrested! The most shocking thing was that mother actually seemed proud. My family seem to think that all muggles should be killed or something. It's disgusting; I hope I never turn out like them! Regulus is already following in their footsteps; bullying muggles, swaggering around… he always has been mother's favourite. Now I know why.

I've got my letter from Hogwarts. Mother gave me a bag of Galleons and told me to go to Diagon Alley myself. She's angry with me for flirting with this muggle girl. Honestly, I wasn't going to marry her or anything! What is mother's problem?? I'm quite glad to be spending some time away from the family, come to think of it. I know how to get to Diagon Alley; we've been there loads of times before, and I can choose all my supplies without mother breathing down my neck.

I've got all my equipment for Hogwarts now. Mother had told me that I might as well get the Slytherin insignia put straight onto my robes, as all of my family so far had been put there. She's probably right, but I've been flicking through my text books, and the Slytherins seem a bit… well. Let's just say that mother and father's muggle-bashing isn't anything out of the ordinary for this lot. What's wrong with muggles? And, for that matter, what's wrong with muggle-borns? Seriously, if they have wizarding blood, why do all the purebloods look down on them? It's really confusing.

I've packed up all my things for Hogwarts. I can't wait! I'll finally be away from my parents, and from this house. It's hard to explain exactly what I hate about this house. The whole place just reeks with misery. I hate it. I hate the size, the cursed objects, the dead house elves… and the live ones. Kreacher is the foulest creature you could ever imagine. He takes great pride on sneaking around and snitching on me to my parents. Little git.

Mother and father took me to the station to catch the train to Hogwarts. They didn't even say goodbye. Well, I don't care. I learned long ago that they don't love me. They tell me nearly everyday what a disappointment I am to them, and how Regulus is the perfect son. If Regulus is perfect, then I'm a bloody house elf.

I found an empty compartment straight away, and sat down. After a while, another boy came in. He had messy jet-black hair, and hazel eyes, framed by round glasses.

"Hey," he smiled "Can I sit here?"

"Sure!"

"I'm James Potter, by the way."

"Sirius Black."

"Walburga Black's son?"

I grimaced.

"Yeah… unfortunately. You know her?"

"I know of her."

"How? Has the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black actually found its way into wizarding history? I bet it's got us all down as pureblood muggle-hating morons."

James laughed.

"I take it you don't get along with your family?"

"Too right."

The compartment door slid open, and another boy entered. He had light brown hair and was smiling nervously.

"All right if I sit here?"

James turned to me.

"All right if he sits here?"

"All right if you sit here." I confirmed, grinning. The boy turned out to be called Remus Lupin. Remus is quite a cool name; I think it was one of the founders of Rome.

"Wolves!" I said suddenly. He looked at me quickly.

"What??"

"Remus was raised by wolves, right?"

He relaxed.

"Oh yeah… that's weird."

"Weird?"

"Never mind."

I yawned, pushing my black hair out of my eyes. It's very long at the moment; I quite like it long. I might keep it this length.

"Any of you lot know what house you'll be in?" Remus asked. "I hope I'll be in Gryffindor."

"Me too," agreed James. I blushed slightly.

"Well… my parents were in Slytherin. I think they expect me to be one as well. But I really don't want to be. I mean… Voldemort was in Slytherin."

James smiled encouragingly.

"I'm sure they wouldn't put you in a house unless you were really suited to it," he reassured me. "If you don't want to be in Slytherin, I'm pretty sure you won't be."

"He's right,"

"I hope so."