I never was the adventurous type. Not once as a child did I ever think I would have, or aim for a life full of craziness. My plan was simple; go to Hogwarts, be sorted into Ravenclaw (like my parents), graduate with the best grades of my class, get a good job right out of school and live out my life successfully.
But of course, anything story worth telling was never something that had gone according to plan.
I definitely graduated Hogwarts at the top of my class, but all the rest was shot to hell. I should have predicted that when the Hat put me in Gryffindor, my life was bound to be one crazily, chaotic ride.
Up until now, I successfully dropped off the face of the wizarding world and found solace living among muggles. It helped me pretend like my past never existed.
The date is 24 July, 1993. In eight days, I am beginning my post as Arithmancy professor at Hogwarts, as requested by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore (who, coincidentally, was once my own professor). I almost didn't accept, but anyone who knows Professor Dumbledore knows he isn't a man you can easily say no to.
I am to be joined by an old best friend of mine, Remus Lupin, who will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. I haven't spoken to him in years, though I suppose the rift between us was more than understandable. I had only become close with him because of my husband, after all.
Before I go any further, let me introduce myself properly.
My name is Samantha Black; wife of the infamous Azkaban prisoner, Sirius Black.
I'm sure it is more than obvious by now that my life went anything but according to plan.