Hello! This is my first fanfic, so please don't judge me too harshly! Criticism is still always welcome, though. I know this idea's been done before, but for my first one I wanted to start with a story that would help get me into the swing of things. And writing in diaries comes natural to me so this seemed like a good first step. Chapters will be getting longer; I might start putting multiple entries in a chapter, seeing the length of this one. Anyway, thanks for reading!!

Dear Diary,

Diary,

How am I to address you?? Actually, why should I even bother addressing you? You're not going to know the difference between me starting out "My dearest and most beloved diary of which I cherish," or "How goes it, waste of paper and time?" And why will you not know the difference? Because you are not alive, are void of emotions and feelings and unable to recognize human mannerisms and what their intents hold. You're not even one of those diaries that write back either with advice and comforting words (like James showed me, inquiring whether I thought Evans would like it,) or the ones that take advantage of the confidences you write in them by responding with insults and jabs, (like what I handed to an eager James, in replace of the solacing diary, after agreeing that it would be the perfect present for Lillikins.) So, therefore I don't need to address you in any way during the course of writing in this diary. Glad to have that settled.

Anyway, a lot of people would probably find it surprising that I bother to keep a diary. I, being Sirius Black, (obviously the most popular, handsome and masculine man in the school,) and not being even slightly wimp-like, wussy or just generally Snape-ish, would not be likely to be found pouring my soul into a diary. But I don't really buy into the whole 'stay surface-level, make sure you look proper and right, and pretend to be happy always' scam. That's way too... last generation. And even more so way too 'my family'.

I feel like I should give some... introduction of myself, or something. But given the whole first paragraph of this diary, I feel that would be seen as kind of contradicting. So let's just save that for later. And we'd need to anyway, because I hear footsteps now. I don't know how I'm going to manage a diary here either. It's hard to find a lot of privacy in the dorms and common rooms to begin with, let alone when you're sharing a room with three Marauders.