"Lily, I have heard this rant so many times. Though, it's different now, I think you're trying to hide something. Write a letter; a letter you'll never send. Tell him what you want to say to his face but never will. I've heard it helps."

James,

You make me hurt like nothing else can. Though, when I think of you I can't help but smile. You make me SO ANGRY but that smile just won't go away. I hate that you're the only one who can make me feel giddy with out even knowing. I hate that you can brush it off like you don't care. They say you feel the same as me but you're so calm on the outside I can't believe them. You said two words and I smiled and went completely jelly for days. I can't deal with the way you just laugh things off. It hurts. A lot. I hate you.

Yes, I hate you. Not because I dislike you; or even because I disapprove of things you do. I hate you because you were my friend. You were my friend. Then one morning I wake up and I think "shit" because I realise; I like you. I like you far far more than a friend should. Now I don't know what to do because I know now that I need you in my life. I get pissed with you when you are here. When you aren't here I get pissed with everyone.

I can't function around you. I can't function without you.

So yes, I hate you.

Most of all I hate that no matter how much I try I can't hate you anymore. I can't hate the fact I can never win an argument because now I never want to. I think that I finally understand now why they say "there's a fine line between love and hate" because I think that I don't actually hate you anymore. In all honesty, I think that I might be falling have fallen in love with you. Though I know I will never be able to say this to your face, at least not yet. I'm still not even entirely sure that you even care. I need you to convince me that this isn't just some kind of cruel joke. I don't understand why you would want to choose me. You pick on me, you choose to bug me and then when it's just us you are caring and protective. You can stare at me for whole moments without saying a word yet you can also completely ignore me.

I don't understand why you do what you do. I don't know why I want you like I do. All I know is that for some reason I do want you, I want you more than I probably should and you are so frustrating!

I wish you'd either just leave and make this cruel joke a reality or show me that you may feel something at least close to what I feel for you.

As much as it pains me to say it,

You have all my love.

Lily Marie Evans.

My Lily, she wrote a letter to a boy she loved. Lily is like a sister to me, I love her so I needed to give her a little push. She was never going to send it. I knew if she thought he'd never read it she'd say what she really felt. I watched as she wrote, her eyes widening in disbelief as she read over what she had written. I watched as she scratched her quill along the parchment, figuring out the right words to express how she felt. She hunched over that letter for about an hour, getting it one hundred percent perfect.

I duplicated the letter. James needed to know. He's my best mate. Boy code, he needed to know! Being on both sides was difficult but also had its advantages. I have a persuasive(?) nature.

I also got James to write down how he felt and duplicated his letter. I like to think of myself as the double agent... "SIRIUS BLACK, MATCHMAKER EXTRAORDINARE" Yep, that'll be it.

Anyway, so I swapped the letters. Neither of them know. They'll find out soon enough. By tonight (if my calculations are correct) they should be happy as Godric, they'll be basking in love.

James' letter went like this,

Lily,

You may never know how much I care. Though for once, I don't care.

I love you.

You finally let me be part of your life this year. I'm so glad you agreed to be my friend, even if the school depended on it.

You could've just made me an acquaintance, I could've just received a "hullo" and a "goodbye" as you saw me in the halls. We could've just used small talk or split up on patrols. Yet you let me in. You told me all about your parents and that horrible horse-faced sister of yours (had to be said), you told me about what you want from the future. I know your fears as you know mine.

Even if you never love me as more than a friend, always I'll be here. Always I'll be here to pick up the pieces that fall if you break, always I'll be here to catch you when you fall and always I'll be here to protect you from harm (even though you are entirely capable of taking care of yourself I'll still be there).

Always yours,

James Harold Potter.

Well, I best be off to dinner and out of the Heads' Quarters before either of them get back and realise what I have done.

Only time (and perhaps a few letters) may tell.

Ciao,

Sirius Orion Black.