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Entry #1: June 29th

It was raining, only a light drizzle as I stood on the doorstep of my best friend's house. It was late too, twelve thirty at the least, but it didn't matter, only this, this family this house mattered.

The Potter house was large and Gothic in structure, yet it was far more inviting than that of Grimauld Place. I hesitated before I grabbed the brass lion head glaring at me, daring me to ask at this hour if I could stay for one more summer. I took a gulp of the cold air and grabbed the knocker giving it a good hard whack against the solid oak door. A few seconds later I was greeted by David Potter, in his bath robe.

"Come on in Sirius, James is asleep so try your hardest to wake up when you take your stuff up," He said winking. I almost laughed; I didn't even have to ask anymore. I followed him into the darkened house, a smile plastered to my face. Just like the Black family, the Potter's lived in the same house for centuries. Somehow it was better.

I flicked my wand and my trunk made its way slowly up the stairs, occasionally hitting a few on the way up. Finally it reached the landing and made its way down the hall to the room that I often shared with James. I couldn't keep the smirk off my face as the trunk rammed into the door and then landed at the end of the spare bed with a startling loud thud.

"Earthquake!!!!" James shouted sitting straight up in bed, his breath coming out faster than a scared little mouse. Emma, the elder of the Potter twins, appeared in the doorway, her slender form blocking what little light was flooding into the room.

"James, you and I both know there hasn't been and Earthquake here in England since 1948. Nice try though," She mumbled eyeing me wearily. Emma and I had a sort of rivalry going on since the first day we met. We were always trying to one up each other. Secretly though, I only pretended to hate her, and I wasn't about to tell that I was head over heels for my bet friend's sister.

"Actually Emma, there was one about four years ago, though it barely even got a one on the muggle Richter's scale. Nice try though," I replied. I watched as her eyes narrowed and she walked away. James was staring blankly at the wall in front of him. In the next room we could hear Emma checking up on her baby sister Gabriella, whom we called Baby because she was the youngest of the Potter family.

"So you get to stay for this summer too huh?"

"You bet your sweet grandmum's lacy panties I do!"

"Oh dear god! Take me now god, please, take me now!" Emma exclaimed from the other room. James and I snickered. Emma had lived through almost three summers and four Christmas breaks, including all of our Hogwarts years together, and I could tell she was ready to get rid of me. James was ready to put her through more sibling wars.

"Why don't you like Sirius Emma?"

"It's complicated Baby…"

"Well, you better get use to him being here, because he is my future husband you know," Baby replied. Yup, that's right. "Future husband," that would be yours truly. Baby was absolutely in love with me, and convinced hat I was going to marry her, even though she was five and I was seventeen.

"Baby, can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah…."

"Kill me, now, just do it quick. I'll make sure Sirius goes to jail for it."

"No, if he goes to Azkaban, we can't get married."

"Baby, he's twelve years older than you."

"I like older men," The five year old replied. And although I didn't see it, I heard it: Emma hitting her forehead with her hand. I could also just imagine the grin on Baby's face. There was no shaking her; I was her 'knight-in-shinning-armor." Oh yes, I was a lucky man indeed.

"Older men are gross," Emma said trying to unconvinced her. Baby wasn't about to give in. I heard Emma sigh as she tried her hardest to convince her otherwise.

"Sirius isn't gross though, Besides Zach is older than you."

"By one year Baby."

"So why is he still in Hogwarts?"

"He….uh…missed a year…." Emma replied shakily. Baby laughed. (She learned this from James. She knew whenever Emma was lying and laughed about it.)

"I like older men," Baby said again. James and I rolled our eyes. This girl didn't give up. I looked over to James and mouthed.

"Well, she certainly doesn't get this from your father."

"I heard that!"

"Good night Baby," Emma James and I all declared at the same time. The house got quite and I could hear Emma's soft footsteps as she passed by the door. I smiled in the darkness to myself. This summer was going to rock.