Disclaimer (and this counts towards the whole story): I do not own Harry Potter, and never will, so leave me alone in peace.

AN: For the writing, just in case

Sirius

Remus

James

Peter

The Notebook of Sirius Black- Entry 1

I am Sirius Black. Yeah, yeah, I know. The Blacks are evil little purebloods that hate anyone who's a muggleborn, blood-traitor, et cetera, et cetera. Of course, I being the one and only Sirius Black (yes, I am that devilish, godly, gorgeous, marauder: don't tell me you've never heard of me) hate my family for all they're worth. This past summer, I actually ran away, to stay with Prongsie and his family.

But, I don't feel like getting into that at the moment. (And, if you disagree, well, TOO BAD. I can say anything I like and you must agree, as I am such a handsome, gorgeous, godly, wonderful, amazing, beautiful, handsome, intelligent, w-

Sirius, STOP IT. I'm sure that that is just paper that you're writing on. Anyway, you're repeating words, and, you're not smart. Plus, I beat that your diary-

It's not a diary, Moony!

Then what exactly is it?

A notebook!

That's preposterous. You aren't even taking notes, what you're writing is what girls write in their diaries. Padfoot? Are you listening (ok, more like reading)?

Sorry, what were you writing? Oh, wait, what does preposterous mean?

Honestly, Padfoot. You aren't very bright sometimes, are you?

Never mind that. Are you going to tell me what preposterous means or not?

Not.

Fine. I'll just have to continue writing my notes in peace.

Those aren't notes! You aren't even writing down what Professor McGonagall is saying! Heck, you aren't even listening to her!

So? I already know all about animagi, don't I?

All right. But still, those aren't notes!

They're notes! They just don't happen to be about anything having to do with my lessons.

Bloody hell! Sirius is taking notes?!

Shut up, Wormtail. And no cursing. You'll warp your young mind with it!

I'm only two months younger! And I'll curse if I want too.

Will not.

Will too.

Will not.

Will too.

Will not!

Will too!

Will NOT!

Will TOO!

WILL NOT!

WILL TOO!

WILL NOT!!!

WILL TOO!!!

GUYS! Shut up! McGonagall is getting suspicious!

Oh, hey Prongs!

Prongs?

Prongs?

OI! PRONGSIE-RELLA!! WHERE ARE YOU?

Ohhh, that's kinda catchy! Prongsie, Prongsie, Prongsie, where are you? We've got some work for you now! Prongsie, Prongsie, Prongsie, where are you? We've got a mystery to solve now!

Like the mystery of where all of my friends have gone! Let's get started with the background information.

Wormtail (a.k.a. Peter Pettigrew and Wormy) is a short ('round 5'5") boy of seventeen; he is in year seven of Hogwarts. He's round, and has short blond hair with watery blue eyes. He is one of the marauders, and an illegal animagus: a rat. Although, lately, he hasn't been hanging around with us. Whatever. He's cool. He's like my minion. He does whatever I say! Awesome, right?

Moony (a.k.a. Remus Lupin and Moony –poo, that last one I only use when I REALLY want to get on his nerves, because Moony knows his hexes really well) has dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and is 6'1". He's a marauder, but also, the ultimate bookworm. And, he actually goes in the library!! Oh, the HORROR!! (Let's just say, the last time I entered the library, a panic attack, involving some heavy duty gnawing, occurred. That chair leg will never be the same). Anyway, he's also smart. Not that James and I aren't, we're just lazy. I take that back, it's just me now. Moony's also a werewolf.

Prongs (a.k.a. James Potter, Prongsie, and Prongsie-rella) is about 6'3", has hazel eyes, and the unruliest, jet-black hair known to mankind. He's my best mate, head boy (th horror!) an illegal animagus (a stag), and the leader of the marauders. Oh, and I forgot the part about his case of Lily-itis. He fell in love with Lily Evans in Third year, and every since, has asked her out nonstop 24/7. It really wasn't till 7th year that he started going crazy over her. He won't stop talking about how beautiful she is, and stuff like that. And then, according to Moony's advice (I hate you Moony, I really do) he started growing up. Now, he actually listens in class, he altogether stopped hexing Snivellus (without a reason, that is), and has really cut down on the pranks. Even Moony seems to regret what he said. Hey! Maybe Evans is the culprit!

Okay, now, Evans is about 5'8" with long auburn hair, and emerald green-eyes. I would have said I didn't know her height, and she has red hair and green eyes, but this is what happens when your roommate obsesses over someone day and night. It kinda wears off on you. Anyway, she's even bigger of a nerd than Moony. Moony at least has us to keep him from spending all his time in the library. The weird thing is, Lily actually has friends. Her best friend happens to be Alice Prewett, a fellow nerd, and the apple of Frank Longbottom's (my roommate, and fellow Quidditch teammate) eye. She isn't really friends with the following, more like close acquaintances (Moony would be proud): Mary Macdonald (a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team) and Marlene McKinnon (a female version of me).

And speaking of me, let's describe the detective! I'm Padfoot (a.k.a. Sirius Black and Siri, oh, how I detest that name.). I'm 6'3", have shoulder-length black hair (which unlike Prongs, is shiny, smooth, and well kept), gray eyes, and girls say I have a face carved by angels, thank you. I'm the player of the school, and the life of the marauders.

Umm, Padfoot?

YAAAY! Moony! You're back!!

I never left the Transfiguration classroom.

Ohhh, that's where you were.

Anyway, I thought you should know that Transfiguration's over.

So?

You can leave now.

Yes? Your point?

It's lunch.

YAAAAAYY!!!! FOOD!!!!

Why do I even bother?

AN: Hope you liked it. This is my first story, so it may not be perfect. Don't be afraid to give reviews and suggestions.