Rating:PG13 (i dont not going to recomend that i dont read my own stories unless nessasary (its not))
Warning: manipulative people, slight swearing, and something more I don't want to give away (if you don't like bad surprises read the warning at the end) and my usual different way of looking at things.
Disclaimer: J.K.Rowling owns the characters.
Summary: Sirius's holiday letter to James
P.O.V.'s: letter from Sirius
Category: general/angst/black-humour
Spoilers: harry potter books
A/N: at end
Dear James
Hows your holidays doing? , mine suck
It's been a long day
Karla Tina is Regulus new little girlfriend. I can hear them going for it in some room or another and my parents are actually fine with it, I say one word about Liz and they blow their tops and where not even going out but Reg gets to fck anywhere he wants.
Yea Karla's hot but she's a freaking bitch, a freaking evil bitch, real evil.
We played truth or dare with Vertasiam and I originally chose dare but I was not going to hang upsidown from a tree in the park for 20 minutes wearing only my fathers best hat superglued to my head. (My father would have killed me.) So I had to swap and now their using my secrets to get me to do everything they want. Don't worry they didn't find out about moony or amigus but still, I guess "How far into someone's throat would I have to shove a knife before it kills them?" isn't the best answer to "how close have you come to killing someone?" especially when its followed by a number smaller than the one stated.
Anyways I don't know when I next contact you and don't use the mirror, I don't want anyone to find it. I'd write more but I gotta go. I don't particularly want Hogwarts to know that the 'dead sexy class clown' tried to kill himself. I hate being slave.
Sirius
Warning: mention of Death. specifically attempted suicide. Hey itsPG13 rated and its not like death has an age limit in real life.
A/N: a note to people, Don't go looking for death it'll find you at some point but if you find it you'll never know what the rest of your life might hold. Death is the only thing that can really take away second chances. (or 72nd chances)