I had known Sirius Black was a player since I first saw him; swaggering up to the sorting hat like he already owned the place, and even at the age of 11 he had been something of a sight. Dark eyes alight with mischief, chocolate brown hair artfully messy across his brow. Very cute.

These days though he had grown out of that childhood cuteness. In his finale year of Hogwarts he was a handsome young man. So hot.

I have noticed all this; in fact I always notice this. I don't like him although many others girls do. It's just we have basically been neighbours for our whole lives and then we come to Hogwarts and are both sorted into Gryffindor. I tell you this but my best friend Lily would insist that I'm In desperately in love, that I can't take my eyes of him and haven't since I was first year.

I mean just because I haven't dated 100's of boys.

That is: so far...

It's September the 1st and I am about to embark on what will surely be a rollercoaster ride, my seventh and final year at the best school in the world.