I own nothing but the converse on my feet. Harry Potter belongs to JK we all know that.

Harry looked through the boxes quietly. Sirius had left him loads of things, but with all that he'd gone through and all that he'd faced he found looking through the stuff he left behind too much. He sighed, and pushed a hand through his hair. He knew that doing this was his way of avoiding her, the way she smiled at him and spoke to him. He couldn't even recall why he and Ginny had fought in the first place. That's why he wasn't back in her flat like usual, that he was here in Sirius's house. He opened a box in the back, it seemed some noise was emitting from it. He opened it gingerly, everyone knows a box making a noise is a bad sign wizarding world or not. He poked it with his wand and the box opened.

Harry leaned over it, and a top a box of momentos remained there. Things that Harry couldn't place immediately, mainly because a journal sat on the top shimmering with a strange green light. He reached in and picked it up. It didn't feel sinister, it just felt like it had been waiting a long time to be opened. On the top of the leather journal, in green letters spelled out Sirius's name. Under that what looked carved in was a smiley face that winked at him every few moments.

He couldn't pry it open at first. It kept asking in an annoyed voice for a password, but he couldn't think of anything after almost an hour of guessing. Finally the voice sighed and asked, "Who exactly are you then?"

"I'm..Sirius's Godson..Harry Potter.." He waited for the book to say something, but it didn't. Finally however it opened, gingerly as he tried to open it. The first page was just scribbling, as if Sirius had tried to find a quill that worked properly, but the next page was covered in writing, long loopy handwriting of a rushed teenage boy.

I hate the idea of telling people what I think. Especially a journal of all stupid things. But Andromeda's birthday gift should be used I guess. James keeps trying to open it, so I've put loads of hexes to protect it. Even James shouldn't get to know everything right?

After the long boring dinner I can't stand hearing James pine after Lily still. Even dating they're always like that. Chelsey, she looks so beautiful but I think I may as well break things off right?

She can tell I'm thinking about breaking us up, she keeps looking at me across the library. I have to admit one last snog would be nice…blast this quill keeps moving off the page when I look at her. Remus keeps staring off into space, it's really unlike him. I poke his head and he moves startled and laughs it off saying he should sleep more. I watch him do it again and sigh.

"Something's going on with our Moony.." I murmur to Wormtail who continues to snore away sleepily atop his potions book. Great, how to fix this.

Harry stared at the words, imagining what his godfather had been like in school. He looked around a while, back to the box and then to the journal. What harm could a while of reading do him? It wasn't as if this stuff were waiting for him with annoyance. He took the journal and walked down the stairs, sitting in an old armchair with a candle or two lit beside it. He pushed his dark hair from his eyes, glancing back to where he had been. Harry found it all rather amusing, but he was getting tired after a few hours of such things. Various girls that Sirius fancied, the on-going romance (sort of) between his parents. He wanted to put it away a while until the last sentence on his page caught his eye. The letters were written more hasty, more like the man had been surprised or excited.

I've solved it! Well, sort of. We were sitting in our usual hideout when James explained it all to me. Moony reckons he's in love with that girl that Lily's always going on about as being mental. He himself has mentioned it quietly to us after the full moon, and rested his head against the wall of the Shrieking Shack talking about her on and on.



I know who she is after James told me I have class with her. She sits in front of me in History of Magic, and I'm going to keep an eye on her to see what sort of person would catch our bookworm's eye. James would do it, but Lily's got some cramming date at the library with him for the whole day to help him with Ancient Runes. So it's just me and this weird girl.

Her hair is dark black, and I reckon it'd look like any other girl's if she didn't wear it with shoelaces in it. They're blue shoelaces, tied in like ribbons. The girl besides me tries to flirt with me, but I can't help but want to pull one of those shoelaces to get her attention. Again the girl beside me flirts, and then gets annoyed and charms a paper broomstick to swirl around her head. The girl doesn't notice at first, but when she does she turns around and looks directly at me with the most intensely green eyes I've ever seen. She stared at me a while, then to the girl beside me and gives her a mischievous smile before turning around as if nothing had gone on.

I have to know what in the hell she's about..

A/N—I had this idea randomly today. I hope you enjoyed it so far, any suggestions and reviews are much appreciated. Thanks for reading!