This Composition…

There are many things revealed to the intelligent mind, for the inheritor of such a burden is cursed. Is he who is fated to uncover the truths of this transparent image we, wizard kind, are accustomed to calling life, and it is he who will be the bearer of such pains, that passion itself will stab him, and he will die not of troubled thoughts, but a bleeding heart. It is this man who will love, it is this man who will hate. He will kill, he will steal , he will cheat. He will indulge. He will die, and he will be born again, and then he will die.

Reader, you may call him smart. You may call him dumb. You may mock him and hate him and devour his presence, but he will be tortured, and hurt, and will brood for all of eternity, if possible. His name is Sirius Black, and I love him. His name is Sirius Black, and I killed him. His name is Sirius Black, and this is his story. His story. HISTORY.

May this composition represent him.

Chap 1

Lily Evans looked around the common room, checking to make sure the coast was clear. What she was about to do was completely below her, , but she'd have to overcome that thought - these were desperate times. Very carefully, for it was late at night, she snuck her way through the room of sleeping…students. Yes, that was what she'd have to call them, "students", for they were far from the average Hogwarts pupils. AS Lily walked carefully around various plushy armchairs, two faces came into view.

"Excellent." she muttered to herself, . One of the faces belonged to the famous James Potter, who was currently fast asleep on an armchair, messy black hair ruffled, even in his sleep, with his legs propped up on a table, scuffing what looked like somebody's homework. She quietly leaned over the table to examine the parchment, which appeared to be his partner in crime, Sirius Black's, potions assignment.

"With friends like you, who needs enemies..?" muttered Lily under her breath. She was about to turn away from the parchment to resume her painfully immoral duty -awakening Potter- when she saw something doodled at the bottom of the paper, undoubtedly drawn in Black's hand. It was an intricately detailed drawing of a young woman with fine sharp features, high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and very, very dark eyes. The black lashes extended to an innocent forehead, whose scalp was the bearer of many soft, equally dark ringlets. Her lips were finely drawn, not full, but delicate and thin, and the cheeks, though there was nothing there to make it so, had assumed a fierce glow of passion all on their own. It was a startling drawing, beautiful, if not dangerous, what Lily regarded as a nymph or fairy of some sort, and this too, reminded her of the task she had come to fulfill, for the girl on the paper was none other than Laila Ameeri, whose character could not be described in words, and sadly, whose admirers could never do her justice. There she was, casually drawn at the height of her power on Black's paper, and here was Lily, about to create a dent in Hogwarts' carefully maintained dating structure. Sirius Black did not deserve Laila Ameeri. Severus Snape did.

Lily reached out a hand to awaken James as secretly as possible, for Black lay right next to him, a charming statue of elegance, sprawled happily in the next armchair. She shook Potter again, until his eyes flickered open, and, seeing Lily , automatically grinned. She winced.

He opened his mouth. "Evan-!" SMACK! Lily's hand closed over his mouth, hoping to have made no noise, and with much difficulty, dragged him to the other side of the room. Once out of earshot, she released him. Another wide grin.

"Shut up, Potter. This isn't funny."

"I didn't say…"

"SShhhh!!"

"But I didn't say…" his voice trailed off, eventually replaced again by that horrifying grin. He was so annoying, thought Lily.

"We need to talk." she resumed.

"Glad to hear it! What in particular about, pumpkin?" He cocked his head to one side, evidently examining her red hair, and laughing inwardly at his joke, so as not to offend her. She was already offended.

"ABOUT BLACK." she added sternly.

He now gazed at her with utter confusion.

"Well," he began, "it's… a color?"

"Sirius Black!" she almost yelled.

"Ohh! Padf-Sirius!! Yeah…right…" understanding flit its way across his handsome features, though Lily was completely unimpressed. It was like talking to a five year old. "Well, what about him?"

" He came downstairs last night to check on Laila Ameeri, who was sitting on the floor, studying, until she fell asleep. Your pal, Black, no, not the color, the boy, decided it would be okay to pick her up, very gently, and put her on an armchair."

James stared. "Great!" he said, smiling yet again. Then, seeing her look of ire, he added patiently, "Is there something wrong with that?"

Lily now felt very awkward. She could very well be ruining a happy relationship to- be between Sirius and Laila, but she was also convinced that her best friend, Severus, had more of a right to date the prettiest girl in the school, as opposed to Sirius, who could have anyone.

"Tell your friend to say away from Laila," she snapped, feeling more uncomfortable than ever. "Sirius doesn't deserve her." There. It was done. But now, something was twisting its way across James' features,- something she'd never seen there before. Was it anger?

"And why's that?" he asked testily.

"Because she's better than him." Lied Lily. She knew that Sirius and Laila would make a perfect couple.

James, meanwhile, seemed to be having some type of internal struggle- he looked pained. Finally, taking a deep breath, he announced,

"Sirius will go after whomsoever he pleases," he paused, "and I can't change his mind about it."

He looked skeptical for a minute, and then walked away, leaving Lily standing at the other end of the common room, just realizing that, for the first time, James had walked away from her, that Sirius would now be absolutely bent on pursuing Laila, and that, unfortunate thought it was, Severus may never had had a chance with her to begin with.