February 10, 1976

Sirius should not become a poet.

Or go into any other media that requires imagination in words

I'm saying this because as we were putting away the Muggle artifacts for Professor bay, he decided it would be a brilliant time to show off his mastery of the arts. By saying stupid stuff like:

LIVE, HOPE, DREAM,

Live closer

Hope widely

Dream hugely

When I tried to point out that I was fairly sure that hugely wasn't a word, though Sirius insisted that it was. But besides the point that hugely may or may not be an actual word, (I came up with a fabulous joke just this moment. Mayor? No Maynot. Ah…bad jokes) it is the point that when writing things like he was suggesting he would write, you say things like, "Love Long, Love Widely, Dream Largely" or some other something like that.

Sirius doesn't get this delicate art.

Lily

…wait, why did I just sign as Lily…

I must be really tired.

Jen

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February 11, 1976

I fell asleep twice today when I should have. Now it wasn't my fault. Last night I slept yes, but I woke up with some inkling that it hadn't been a good night. So I went about my work and stuff, and everything was fairly good.

But in History of Magic I fell asleep. And in detention with McGonagall, which made both of us get more detention, in other words, no practicing with the team, on Fridays.

Though she did tell us that by the end of February she would hope we had developed a habit and would expect us to turn up, if there wasn't practice, so yea…let's just get James to schedule practice then. We'll certainly need it.

But anyway. I dreamt in those two naps. In History of Magic it wasn't particularly nice.

"What do you mean, Jen," demanded Sirius, running a hand through his hair. "Remus can't be trusted! I'd trust Peter more than Remus at this point!" I clenched my teeth at his inane stupidity. "Remus is a werewolf! He could be on the other side!"

"Yes, but you've known him your whole life! You should be secret keeper, Peter might do something stupid!" I remarked crossing my arms. Sirius glared at me as he sat down heavily in a worn brown chair.

"No, Jen. You don't understand. I'm a target for James and Lily just because I knew them in school. Everyone is. Lina, you, Peter…but me most of all. You not really because you were just captured by the Ministry and are supposedly dead."

"Let's keep it that way, okay?" I cut in. "But you are just falling into a trap. Stay secret keeper."

"I can't. I'm the obvious choice, and anyway…" he trailed off, burying his face in his hands. "I'm…I've been corrupted by my family."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't play hero Sirius. If you had been corrupted I wouldn't be sitting here now, and you'd be dead on the floor." He glanced up at me, a tad bit shocked.

"But all of my family is on the other side. He…the idiot joined them and they didn't do anything to stop him!" he shouted, standing up. "I have just as much potential to go bad as the others!"

I stood up too, challenging him, mirroring his actions. "If you really had the potential would you be standing here with Gryffindor colours all around you?" I demanded, taking a step closer to him. "No, you'd have been in Slytherin and we never would have met except for the 'avoid this person, child' talk. Would you have joined the Order of the Phoenix in your seventh year? Would you have taken action in Hogsmeade that night? No. You would have done none of those things if you were really on their side. And anyway, Regulus wasn't completely bad. He died trying to bring Voldemort down, just ask Kreacher. He'll tell you if you're nice enough." Sirius just stared at me. "You aren't evil Sirius, so stay secret keeper."

He shook his head, again sitting down in the chair. "I can't. It's done already. Peter's the one."

I swore under my breath as I left the room without saying good bye.

So yea, that was embarrassing to wake up in. Because Binns was just going on about some Goblin war, not even realizing that half the class was watching me thrash around as I dreamt.

But when I woke up, Sirius told me I had been saying his name again, muttering something about him not being evil.

And then in detention, just a few minutes ago, this happened.

The soft echo of footsteps echoed on the hard stone walls. The castle was deserted except for me. And it made sense too, as it was nearly four o'clock in the morning. Even the prefects and teachers were at last asleep.

I crept forward, wincing every time my feet hit the stone. Normally I wouldn't have heard it, but today I did. When at last I reached my destination, Dumbledore's office, I whispered the password, "Lemon drop."

The gargoyle leapt aside, and I was going up to the Head's office.

Dumbledore wasn't sitting at his desk when I arrived in the dark room, but I could see his light click on in the room upstairs as he was alerted to the presents of someone in his office.

"Hello?" he called, coming slowly to the banister of the stairway that led up to his rooms.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's me, Jenica Potter," I answered, looking up at him as he descended the stairs.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Miss Potter," he asked, as he finally reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I have something to confess, sir. And something to ask."

"Well then, let us get started, shall we?" He motioned towards his desk. I sat down carefully.

"I am sorry about the hour, but I felt as if I can't really help it. I didn't have the courage to do this in the day time," I began. "But I have something to confess about my dreams that I have previously told you about."

Then Sirius woke me up by pushing his quill into my arm because McGonagall was starting to wonder why I was continuously looking at a singular page in the Transfiguration book.

It still kinda freaks me out. This whole dream thing. Like when did I discover them. Why did they start when I began to go to Hogwarts?

Why do I have them?

Am I supposed to change something?

But what?

Jen

A/N: I don't own HP. I would LOVE IT IF YOU REVIEWED SO PLEASE DO. THank you! -Eluse