In the upstairs bedroom of 12 Grimmauld Place, there is only one place left to clean. The top drawer of the bedside table holds many things, including broken quills, torn parchment, and the book. It is old and worn, made up of many hundreds of peices of parchment. When he sees it, Harry Potter will be left with the final account of a "murderer."

Picking it up, he recognises the handwriting.

"Sirius?"

Flipping through, it seems to be a diary, but no entries are dated. The pages are well worn, and seem to be at least 22 years old, some even older.

Looking at the almost new cover, he begins to read:

Dear Harry,

If you are reading this, Then you are the owner of my house.

I put this together now for one purpose, that you will take

from these pages a determination to stay true till the end. I

know right now that of all things I wish that I could have

told you, might be said. Bless You

Your loving Godfather,

Sirius

This being dated 13 years ago, to the night that he was killed, Harry's eyes began to tear up as he turned the page.

Well, I don't know what day it is, so I can't be sure of how long ago this happened. I...I am in Azkaban. It's all the fault of that stupid Pettigrew, the scum of the earth. I know that it has at least been a week since he transformed, and they brought me here. Only days after the murder.Why couldn't he have been caught? He was the traitor, and I was stupid enough to not catch it. The little rat, If I EVER catch him, they will have to pry his lifeless body from my squeezing hands. When I get to him, they won't have anything left. My quarters are dark and damp, but suprisingly they let me keep my wand, so I have decided to amuse myself by transfiguring rocks into canaries. Hey, it keeps the dementors well fed. I accidentally managed to procure a peice of parchment from this folly. The incantation is very simple, just a flick of the wand and: PUDDING. See, I just got more.(this I have enchanted to capture what I say when I am in my room by myself and want it to be written.) I never did understand why some very complex things are stated simply with magic. It does work for my benefit.

Every second seems to last forever!

If I have to spend my life here, I better not get a roommate. All this just seems to last forever, and if I have to spend the rest of my life with some mad person, I will go crazy. Wait, I'm not speaking this. Can this read my thoughts?

Testing, Testing, umafwalladippawannaiffadingdong Yes, this can read my thoughts. I suppose that my words are safe now. This is good, especially since they did give me a cell mate. He wasn't allowed to keep his wand, but then why was I?Hmmmmm... Does the person in charge of Azkaban at the Ministry like me or something? Who is in charge? I thought that Nelson was, but isnt he dead? Maybe I should ask my roommate... He says that Fudge got promoted to Minister. That's surprising! I was sure that Dumbledore would take the position. His name is Phil Masterson, and is an American. Why he is in Azkaban then, I have no idea. He says that... well, I'll just put him in here.

Well, I was visiting with my family and they just took me. We were right at the tower, and they just came up and took me. I don't know what I did, but I hope they let me out.

Poor bloke, a real tear jerker there. I wonder what is for dinner? I unfortunately can only use little bits of magic, so I can't bring food in here. I hope that the rest of my life won't damage my looks. Ugh, I wish that I could have a mirror

Still no mirror.

I think that I should get a rock mirror. AAAAAAHHHHHHH. No, I can't look like this. My hair, My eyes, Noooooooooooooooo.

Really, I must stop worriying. There is talk that Philly-boy will be released. It must be great to see the outside world. I wonder what Harry is like. If those despicable muggles are hurting him, they will have to answer to me via apparition.

My roomy has left. They mistook him for a rouge pixie. Actually, he did kind of look like one. I wish I could just apparate out of here and move to America (there the ministry would not be after me and I could avoid those pixies). I'm sure Harry would love it there, and we would have fun. Yes, but no.

I keep remembering the trial. It has haunted my nightmares. I know not how long I have beenhere, but my hair is down to my chin. They say that Fudge is coming here somethime. I hope so, so I might be able to get some news of the outside world.The ministers all come to visit the prisoners is what they say. Yes, a face from outside would be good.

Okay, chap 1 is complete, you like, no, ok,orwhatever your opinion is R&R

Aiel