Dear me,
You probably think I'm totally mad for writing this; you always did have a good sense of humor. Your seventeen, in your seventh year at Hogwarts, and everyone is happy. Everyone that is, except for you. It's not that you're sad; on the contrary you are usually smiling and cracking jokes. It's just that it's hard when you see two brothers walking down the hall, smiling and laughing, and you can't help but think about your brother, and then you remind yourself that you don't have a brother, at least, not any more. Oh yes its hard when everywhere you go you hear "Look here comes Black! Did you hear that his cousin…" or "How much you want to bet he'll be a death eater?" It hurts, but you don't let it show. If your mother ever taught you anything, it's that Blacks don't cry.
Hang out with James as much as you can, life is short, too short. Oh and put more money on you and Remus' bet, you win. I've got to go, Molly is yelling about something, and you know how she gets. I'll see you in my mind, all happy and young. Embrace it, it won't last long.
Sincerely,
Sirius Orion Black (you)
P.S. Don't trust the rat.
AN: I don't know if I like it, but I do know Im obsessed with Sirius! Ha-ha. Any way Thanks For Reading!