Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot. I make no money from the writing of this story.
Author's Note: Okay, A long time has gone by since I last wrote anything for this story. I actually was reading it again, just to get familiar with where I was taking it, when I realized that there was real room for improvement. So I decided to scrap the existing story and rewrite it all over. Sorry for any confusion!
Everything in a Word
By: Silent Invictus
1. The beginning
Steam billowed from the Hogwarts Express while two young boys eagerly greeted another. Now most stories beginning this way would be about how a young boy named James Potter wooed a girl named Lily Evans. Yes, they are mentioned, but this story is about how another of the infamous Marauders accidentally fell into love.
November 13th, 1995 (written on the inside of the cover)
Why you are reading this journal, I don't know. Maybe you are digging through my things looking for some artifact that has been lost and you came across this book and wondered what it was.
To begin my story, I guess I must explain why I even have this journal. I was wandering through Diagon Alley, and I noticed it sitting on a stand and I felt a need to buy it. I had never written in a journal before and had no idea what I was doing. I just had the need to write. The entries are few and far between for the first few years, but then, as my life began to take a more complicated shape, the pages filled themselves with the words I could never say aloud.
So here I am, Sirius Orion Black, here to tell you about the real me. Here is your chance to be there as I tell you the story of finding love in unexpected places. In fact this relationship began in such an odd place, I would have never thought it possible. So sit back and let me spin a tale of poetry, art, love, war, life, and death.
August 25th, 1971
I don't know why I'm writing in here. I managed to convince my mother to buy me this journal and now, I have no idea what to write.
September 6th, 1971
Wow. I'm finally in Hogwarts. I'm sitting here in my dorm. My dorm. Not in the dungeons, but rather in Gryffindor house. My mother is going to kill me. A Black is always in Slytherin because everything else is below you. My day started off okay. I made some friends on the train ride over.
I was walking down the isle trying to find an empty compartment. No big deal right? Well, I must have been cursed with bad luck cause the only place I could find to sit was with a weird-looking, skinny, blue-eyed, brown haired boy.
"Hi," I said, "may I sit here?"
"Sure," he replied, "my name is Remus, Remus Lupin."
"Sirius Black." Just then the door slid open to reveal a black haired kid with glasses.
"Ummmm. Sorry, but everywhere else is full, can I sit here?" He asked.
"Fine by me," I answered, "um, would the frantic look on your face have to do with the screaming down the corridor?" He just grinned an identical grin to one I had when I was pranking my cousin Bella.
"My name is James Potter." He said holding out his hand. I cringed a bit at the sound of his name. The Potter's were not liked by my family, but he seemed nice enough.
"Remus Lupin."
"Sirius Black." I saw his cringe a bit as well at the mention of my name, but we were distracted from our discomfort when a rather short boy stumbled in knocking me over.
"Sorry!" He squeaked, "I tripped over my own feet and this was probably the safest place to fall seeing as the trolley is coming down the isle." He collapsed into the seat and took a deep breath. I'm glad he did. With how fast he was talking I thought he was surely going to pass out from lack of oxygen. "My name is Peter Pettigrew by the way." He said extending his hand, which we all readily accepted.
It would be later that my life would be changed forever.
During the sorting my name was called and I stumbled up to the stool. As the hat slipped over my eyes I saw Bella whispering to the boy sitting next to her. The small voice was talking to me. It was telling me how I was different from the rest of my family, a black sheep it called me while laughing at its little pun, and how I didn't belong with them in Slytherin, but rather in…
"GRYFFINDOR!!!" It shouted this word to the rest of the student populace and the Great Hall went dead silent. It was a bit unnerving to not know anyone at the Gryffindor table.
But soon after I sat down, and was staring at my empty plate wandering when we would be eating, when Remus, the boy I met on the train sat next to me without a word. Next James sat across from me and began trying to engage me in some kind of conversation. I answered his questions as best I could but ALL I could think about was what my family was going to do to me. (I'm still thinking about that and hoping that I can disappear.)
Just then the hall went calmly quiet as Dumbledore did his beginning of the year speeches and warnings about the Forbidden Forest (at that moment, the four of us exchanged mischievous looks and smirks). As he sat down the Great Hall erupted in applause and the clatter of plates and silverware began.
After dinner the Prefects led us here: Gryffindor Tower. I was paying attention to the ghosts and the paintings along the way so I wouldn't get lost. As I slowly trudged up the stairway that led to the Boy's dorm, I was shoved by James telling me to hurry up.
As five of us (I met another boy named Frank Longbottom at dinner) filed into the dorm I saw my things placed at the foot of the bed in front of the window. The headboard just wider that the nook of the window. I had brought my own pillows from home so I placed the two pillows we were given on the stone ledge behind by headboard. I now had a private corner.
I nicked a small candleholder from the hallway and attached it to the back of the headboard. The following weeks I would become closer to James, Peter, and Remus than I was to my own younger brother.
I now have 3 amazing friends who would not look down upon me for pulling pranks, but also helped me improve them. I now had dorm mates who would leave me alone when I asked (or just annoy the heck out of me. It depends on how they are feeling that day. And whether or not I'm in a bad mood or willing to put up a fight.) I was learning things I never dreamed of.
November 31st, 1975
Time has past since I last wrote in here. I have kind of forgotten that I had this journal. But now I feel the urge to write something once again because a significant change has occurred in my life.
We found out about Remus.
Remus had just gotten back from "visiting his sick mother". There was just something about that story that just didn't click. So you know James, Peter, and I got our brilliant young minds together and put down all the things we knew about why and when Remus went home. All the facts lined up with Remus being a werewolf. Sweet, kind Remus: a werewolf?
It didn't seem believable so we decided to confront Remus about the issue. He denied it for a moment be then caved and admitted that he was indeed a werewolf. He was afraid that if he told us that we would desert him and then tell the whole school about it and then he would have to leave.
Well, whatever happened that night, it did just the opposite than what Remus predicted. In fact what it did was made our friendship even stronger. We are now a band of brothers, together to the end.
Review Please? Let me know how you like it now that it has been revamped!
-SI
