Sirius Black leaving behind his legacy

Chapter One: Re-living my life

Greeting! Did I just say 'greetings'? That is just so unlike me, I mean I'm Sirius Black, I'm supposed to be the coolest person ever set foot on Earth and yes I do mean to sound this conceited.

Anyway, it's not unusual for people to get the wrong impression of me, well you can't blame them, number one, I'm pretty, ha, I meant pretty good-looking (see, I do know how to be modest!) and number two, I hang out with three remarkable true friends. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I'm rich?

Back to the point, I'm really not a heartless player, I do have feelings you know, yes I do. And don't sound so surprised, anyone born on this planet is born with feelings; it's just the question of if they know how to hide them.

That, I can easily say, I'm the best at, no one and I mean no one can look through me, and not even James, James Potter that is, ok, maybe sometimes he can, but hardly ever.

Now you bring me onto the subject of James. I owe him so much I don't know where to start from. He is the one thing, sorry I didn't mean to mention him as 'thing', I meant person, I meant guy, I meant my best mate, so where was I? Oh yeah, he's the one person who I would live my life all over again, and that is saying something.

My life is, or should I say, was, not pleasant. My parents, well you know when you say no matter how much you hate your family, there's a bit inside you that still loves them? Well, that doesn't exist in me. Full stop.

If they had to choose between me and a chocolate frog, they'd choose the frog, not that they would eat them anyway, they are apparently too high-classed to eat common snakes, did I say snakes? I meant snacks, like chocolate frogs.

So where was I? Oh yeah, James. James was probably the most important person in my life; don't get the wrong impression, I'm not gay, not that there is anything wrong with homosexuals, but that's steering away from the subject.

James was there for me when no one else was, I would gladly give up my life for him, without second though, I mean what's there to think about? My life, my best friend's life. That is not a hard decision, well for me anyway.

Now, there were also my other two friends.

Remus Lupin, he was a poor guy, I almost felt as sorry for him as I did for myself, but I don't believe in pity , so that's out the window. Anyway, once you get to know the guy, he is no nerd, just because he's always reading (but does he have to so much!), he's so much fun; I guess that's the wolf inside him.

Oh yeah, did I not mention, he's a werewolf?

Anyway, that guy, he talked to me, I talked to him, he understood me as much as I understood him. Fragile, you'd say, but no my friends, this guy is anything but fragile, he's strong, and I know it even though he does not.

Now this leads me to my last friend, Peter Pettigrew. I am trying not to sound biased, since now I know what a fucking bastard (mind my language) he is, but in my younger years, he was just a helpless, unfortunate boy.

I felt so strongly about protecting him, I don't know why, maybe it's because I see my family torture so many innocents, that I feel responsible to make up for them. Anyway, I actually relied on him, and thought him as an equal, which I knew none other (except for James, Remus and I) would have.

I took him in, and from then on he was my friend.

Now don't get this wrong, I don't care about backgrounds, money or all that crap when it comes to making friends, I'll reach out for anyone's hand. However, once they betray me, that's the end. I do not forgive and I do not forget.


Now: my life story. I guess some will refer to me as dead now eversince I've fallen, but what living beings do not know is that once you die, you are not completely detached from the world forever, you re-live your life before your eyes, and then you move on. . .


So now is the beginning of my re-living:

First year flickered by with no real significance except for the fact that I had met my fellow friends.

Second year approached as me and James' friendship developed. I was actually starting to consider him as a brother, the brother I never had.

We occupied ourselves with endless pranks, each succeeding the previous. Remus, surprisingly had some brilliant ideas, funny, I always thought of him as a goody-two-shoes, but I had more yet to learn.


"OW! Stop kicking me!" I wail.

"I am not kicking you, I am only just signaling for you . . . TO WALK FASTER!" Remus states, a sly smile planted on his face.

We were under James' invisibility cloak, planning to pay a visit to the Slytherins

"Shut up you two!" James says, with a tint of affection in his voice, he actually enjoys hearing us two argue though he will never admit it.

"Are we there yet?" Peter asks, determined not to be forgotten.

"Yeh, it's just round the corner, don't tell me you've forgotten already, we were only here last week!" I say, a grin creeping on my face as I remember the spectacular prank we had pulled last week.

"Oh, oh yeh," Peter mumbles.

"Serpenta hice" James clearly announces the password.

The portrait opens, and in we step.

We immediately spot our target. The slime ball, Severus Snape.

We see him sleeping, a book almost covering his face, with the title Dark Arts: Volume 122.

"What a freak!" I say pointing to the book.

"Shush!" Remus says seeing a couple of Slytherins stirring in their sleep, he places a finger to his lips, but a mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes.

His waves his wand and with a swish, Snape's hair had turned fluorescent orange in little ringlets.

I beam at Remus and give him the thumbs up.

I myself decided to cast a spell, within a second, a rather large white moustache had began to grow on Snape's face, curling up at the ends.

I almost die of laughter and I'm not the only one.

James is trying to stifle his laughter, I can tell, but he gives me a look, and whispers, "let me add something."

We soon see a sparkling purple beard growing at an alarming fast rate and we all laugh manically inside.

I nudge Peter, urging him to do something.

Peter looks reluctant, but mumbles a spell, and tiny red warts appeared on the end of Snape's nose.

Satisfied, we begin to head for the portrait. James trips over a quill on the floor and stumbles on the ground, making a loud thud.

"Quick!" I hiss.

I pick up James, and Remus drags us out of the room. We're panting outside, thanking each other with familiar grins.

We suddenly hear a loud rupture.

"POTTER! BLACK!"


Yes, second year was fun, we were the carefree schoolboys, we were oblivious to everything, well everything that was considered important for adults.

As me and James got closer, I also felt a strong connection growing between me and one of my other friends. Remus.

I remember talking to Remus one night:


"Hey Loopy!"

"Don't call me Loopy!!"

"Why not, we all know you're mental!"

"Hey!" Remus says indignantly while giving me a punch on the arm.

"So what are you doing up here?" I ask.

"I could ask you the same question; it's not like you to venture to the Astronomy Tower such early in the morning."

I reddened slightly.

"Yeh, I couldn't sleep."

Remus must have noticed my embarrassment, and raised an eyebrow.

"Bad dream?'

"No way!" I say rather unconvincingly. "Fine, yeh I had a not-so-pleasant dream," I say seeing the sceptical look on Remus' face.

"Yeh me too" he says rather distantly.

I stare in wonder. I just never imagined Remus having bad dreams, I don't know why; I guess it was because he was always so cheery. Now, I was beginning to think that it was all an act.

"What was yours about?" I ask.

He gazes at the sky and replies "about what goes in during the night"

I knew he didn't want to tell me, so I remained satisfied with his vague answer.

"Yeh, mine was about my family. Yep, curse the lot of them. God Remus, I hate them so much, it's almost scary." I too, begin to gaze at the night sky. There were no stars tonight, only a black sheet.

Remus gives me a nod to show his understanding. That's what I like about him; he doesn't ask questions that one usually does, he just understands and shares your feelings, so you actually feel some of the weight being lifted off your shoulders. He's quite remarkable.

"Sometimes, I think I would've gone crazy if I hadn't come here and met you guys," I continue, "I'll say this once and never again" I pause for a while an unreadable expression creeps onto Remus' face. "Ok, I love you guys," I turn away, so he wouldn't see me blush.

Surprisingly, when I look back I see that Remus is surprised. Then he smiles a true smile, and says, "Never thought I'd hear those words from you Sirius!" he says pretending to mock me.

I in turn give him a mock glare.

"But you know, I really appreciate you guys too, my family, well, my family were never that close to me, I know it's nothing compared to your beatings, but I've always felt neglected. And that feeling, well" Remus pauses while he smiles a sad smile, "well, it eats your heart out!"

I stare at him, I've never hear him talk about his family before, a sudden surge of emotions occur inside me.

It's not pity, it's a kind of sorrow, it's a kind of understanding, since we've both experienced pain from our families, just in different ways.

I give him a small nod, and we both smile, a real one.

Then, we embrace each other, in a brotherly fashion, glad that we had let our frustrations out, and sauntered slowly to our dormitory as dawn was approaching.


Remus, how I miss him. Him and James, I miss them so much. How I would long to meet them, just see them one more time.

So that was all of second year, the next few years, more of my memories flood back, and I smile, I glare, and I too let a tear fall as I re-live these events.


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