A/N: Harry Potter belongs to J.K.R. See my other works for fun with Lyria
and an introduction to her. In fact, READ MY OTHER STUFF. Enjoy, more
will come, and please R/R!!!!!
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Padfoot's Journal
Love from Lyri, Christmas 1977
December 25, 1977
I don't believe this. Happy Christmas, Sirius, your girlfriend gave you a journal. Seems she thinks that writing about your problems will help with your "violent tendencies." She spends too much time reading psychology books. I do one stupid, impulsive thing, and the rest of my life they're going to haunt me about it.
Yes, this is yet another result of the full moon no one dares speak of, but no one will let me forget.
So basically, my girlfriend thinks I need to get my head checked and one of my closest friends won't speak to me.
I am now going to throw this stupid journal in the bottom of my trunk and eat every bit of candy I have like the girl Lyria thinks I am. Maybe wash it down with something very, very strong.
January 1, 1978
Oh, Lord, if I manage to live through this hangover I solemnly swear never to drink again...
Of course, I think I said that last time. Can't remember. Having trouble making my brain think in complete thoughts, nevermind these complex sentences.
Head hurts.
Really, really bad.
But anyway, last night's party was absolutely amazing. I think I have some pretty excellent blackmail pictures too... though I don't rightly remember what I was doing, so I suppose I should be careful who I try to blackmail.
Lyria's latest "Restore Sirius to Mental Health" suggestion is that I make a New Year's Resolution to help me make goals and focus my energy in a constructive manner. Personally, I think she's the one who needs her head checked; anyone who's trying to restore me to health has to have problems of their own. I'll humor her, though – she's really a sweet kid. Don't know why she bothers with me, except of course that I'm wonderful and beautiful. Besides, maybe if I play along she'll get the bright idea of us doing stuff together to build a healthy relationship or something.
I am amazed at how well I'm writing with a hangover.
Anyway, here's the list...
Be nice to Lyria. She really is trying to help and she always gets me back if I prank her anyway.
Try to talk to Remus. He can't ignore me forever, even though I did something very, very dumb.
Stop trying to add new and greasy foods to Remus' diet. For some reason the teachers seem rather fond of having Snape around.
Be nice to Snape. Not that it'll happen, but I can at least pretend I'm trying for Lyria.
Stop drinking excessively. It really makes my brain hurt.
Do homework early. Long-term goal is the night before it's due, instead of the beginning of class. Maybe start with doing it at breakfast?
Spend more time reading. At least if I hang out in the library, I'll run into Lyria more often. For some reason she and Lily seem to like books.
Stop getting caught at pranks. Eventually, they will give up and just expel me. Besides, there's a certain challenge in not getting caught...
Lose weight. Okay, so I don't want or need to lose weight, but this *is* a list of New Year's Resolutions so I have to put it on here somewhere. And nine is a nice round number.
January 3, 1978
I was so pleased with my list I ran off and told Lyria all about it, and she told me that making lists of everything and keeping track of minute and unimportant details is anal-retentive behavior. Damn Psychology, there's just no pleasing some people.
Of course, then she told me that I was a dear and that she was delighted to see I was using my journal, and proceeded to kiss me in front of most of Gryffindor house. Rather a nice ego boost.
Then she asked if I'd talked to Remus yet.
Sometimes that girl drives me crazy. One second we're snogging and the next she's talking about Remus and how we need to work out our problem. I mean, if I'm kissing her, I AM NOT THINKING ABOUT REMUS. Sorry, that's just not my thing. And just why is *she* thinking about him while she's kissing me?
Okay, so I'm not being fair. So she worries about me and loves me and wants me to be a happy well-adjusted illegal Animagus or whatever. But I'm trying to AVOID the Remus problem right now!!
I do need to talk to him, though; she's right. (Damnit, she's *always* right.) Maybe I can get Prongs to help... after all, things just aren't the same without the four of us.
January 15, 1978
Haven't had time to write at night—I've been busily serving detentions old and new. I have to say, though, I've never been so proud of a detention as I am of the one I earned today.
During Charms, I noticed Remus reach into his bag, but he didn't take anything out of it. In fact, he started to look a little bit sick. Seems Snape dumped some sort of silvery powder into it, and he couldn't have taken anything out of his bag without hurting himself.
Well, Moony's my friend, whether he likes it or not, and I wasn't about to let Snape get away with anything anyway.
So, I very casually dropped a dungbomb and a firecracker into Snape's cauldron during Potions when I walked by.
Y'know if you add a dungbomb and a firecracker to a healing potion, you get a huge explosion of highly acidic stinky brown stuff?
It couldn't have gone better if I'd planned it.
Snape noticed his potion turned the wrong color, so he called Professor Prewett over to look at it. Of course, Prewett knew Snape hadn't done anything wrong, so the pair of them leaned over the cauldron to see what could possibly be wrong.
BOOM.
I think the fact that I was chuckling gave away that it was my fault. I say chuckling—it was more like doubled over rolling around on the floor in tears, I was laughing so hard. I looked over to find James, Remus, and Peter all in similar states of helplessness. Lyria and Lily (although trying to pretend they didn't approve) were also laughing, and even a couple of the Slytherins thought it was pretty funny.
Prewett, however, wasn't amused. He sent Snape up to the Infirmary immediately and dismissed us before following. Of course, in addition to dismissing us, he managed to get out a "Fifty Points from Gryffindor, Black, and I'll see you in detention!"
That's okay. Good friends are worth detention with Prewett.
So's the sight of Snape will little bits of brown goo in his hair...
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Padfoot's Journal
Love from Lyri, Christmas 1977
December 25, 1977
I don't believe this. Happy Christmas, Sirius, your girlfriend gave you a journal. Seems she thinks that writing about your problems will help with your "violent tendencies." She spends too much time reading psychology books. I do one stupid, impulsive thing, and the rest of my life they're going to haunt me about it.
Yes, this is yet another result of the full moon no one dares speak of, but no one will let me forget.
So basically, my girlfriend thinks I need to get my head checked and one of my closest friends won't speak to me.
I am now going to throw this stupid journal in the bottom of my trunk and eat every bit of candy I have like the girl Lyria thinks I am. Maybe wash it down with something very, very strong.
January 1, 1978
Oh, Lord, if I manage to live through this hangover I solemnly swear never to drink again...
Of course, I think I said that last time. Can't remember. Having trouble making my brain think in complete thoughts, nevermind these complex sentences.
Head hurts.
Really, really bad.
But anyway, last night's party was absolutely amazing. I think I have some pretty excellent blackmail pictures too... though I don't rightly remember what I was doing, so I suppose I should be careful who I try to blackmail.
Lyria's latest "Restore Sirius to Mental Health" suggestion is that I make a New Year's Resolution to help me make goals and focus my energy in a constructive manner. Personally, I think she's the one who needs her head checked; anyone who's trying to restore me to health has to have problems of their own. I'll humor her, though – she's really a sweet kid. Don't know why she bothers with me, except of course that I'm wonderful and beautiful. Besides, maybe if I play along she'll get the bright idea of us doing stuff together to build a healthy relationship or something.
I am amazed at how well I'm writing with a hangover.
Anyway, here's the list...
Be nice to Lyria. She really is trying to help and she always gets me back if I prank her anyway.
Try to talk to Remus. He can't ignore me forever, even though I did something very, very dumb.
Stop trying to add new and greasy foods to Remus' diet. For some reason the teachers seem rather fond of having Snape around.
Be nice to Snape. Not that it'll happen, but I can at least pretend I'm trying for Lyria.
Stop drinking excessively. It really makes my brain hurt.
Do homework early. Long-term goal is the night before it's due, instead of the beginning of class. Maybe start with doing it at breakfast?
Spend more time reading. At least if I hang out in the library, I'll run into Lyria more often. For some reason she and Lily seem to like books.
Stop getting caught at pranks. Eventually, they will give up and just expel me. Besides, there's a certain challenge in not getting caught...
Lose weight. Okay, so I don't want or need to lose weight, but this *is* a list of New Year's Resolutions so I have to put it on here somewhere. And nine is a nice round number.
January 3, 1978
I was so pleased with my list I ran off and told Lyria all about it, and she told me that making lists of everything and keeping track of minute and unimportant details is anal-retentive behavior. Damn Psychology, there's just no pleasing some people.
Of course, then she told me that I was a dear and that she was delighted to see I was using my journal, and proceeded to kiss me in front of most of Gryffindor house. Rather a nice ego boost.
Then she asked if I'd talked to Remus yet.
Sometimes that girl drives me crazy. One second we're snogging and the next she's talking about Remus and how we need to work out our problem. I mean, if I'm kissing her, I AM NOT THINKING ABOUT REMUS. Sorry, that's just not my thing. And just why is *she* thinking about him while she's kissing me?
Okay, so I'm not being fair. So she worries about me and loves me and wants me to be a happy well-adjusted illegal Animagus or whatever. But I'm trying to AVOID the Remus problem right now!!
I do need to talk to him, though; she's right. (Damnit, she's *always* right.) Maybe I can get Prongs to help... after all, things just aren't the same without the four of us.
January 15, 1978
Haven't had time to write at night—I've been busily serving detentions old and new. I have to say, though, I've never been so proud of a detention as I am of the one I earned today.
During Charms, I noticed Remus reach into his bag, but he didn't take anything out of it. In fact, he started to look a little bit sick. Seems Snape dumped some sort of silvery powder into it, and he couldn't have taken anything out of his bag without hurting himself.
Well, Moony's my friend, whether he likes it or not, and I wasn't about to let Snape get away with anything anyway.
So, I very casually dropped a dungbomb and a firecracker into Snape's cauldron during Potions when I walked by.
Y'know if you add a dungbomb and a firecracker to a healing potion, you get a huge explosion of highly acidic stinky brown stuff?
It couldn't have gone better if I'd planned it.
Snape noticed his potion turned the wrong color, so he called Professor Prewett over to look at it. Of course, Prewett knew Snape hadn't done anything wrong, so the pair of them leaned over the cauldron to see what could possibly be wrong.
BOOM.
I think the fact that I was chuckling gave away that it was my fault. I say chuckling—it was more like doubled over rolling around on the floor in tears, I was laughing so hard. I looked over to find James, Remus, and Peter all in similar states of helplessness. Lyria and Lily (although trying to pretend they didn't approve) were also laughing, and even a couple of the Slytherins thought it was pretty funny.
Prewett, however, wasn't amused. He sent Snape up to the Infirmary immediately and dismissed us before following. Of course, in addition to dismissing us, he managed to get out a "Fifty Points from Gryffindor, Black, and I'll see you in detention!"
That's okay. Good friends are worth detention with Prewett.
So's the sight of Snape will little bits of brown goo in his hair...