Padfoot
"A WHAT? I could have sworn you just said I was a witch." As you see, I was heavily in denial.
"You are. I did." He rolled his eyes. "I told Professor Dumbledore this would happen. Here comes the official letter now." And as he was saying those words, a barn owl flew in through the open window and hooted softly, holding out his leg. Tied on was a letter in thick parchment. Gingerly I took the letter and (I just couldn't resist, I love animals) stroke the owl's head. It made a soft crooning noise and then flew back out the window.
Well, it came down to this. Either I don't open the letter and don't believe this boy and risk making a fool of myself (if this is real) and live life as a Muggle. Or, I could give it all a chance, and either fall for the best trick in the universe, or actually become a witch. I've wanted that since I had read the first Harry Potter book.
Doesn't look like I had much of a choice, does it?
I took a deep breath. "What is your name?" I asked, looking the boy squarely in his grey eyes.
He replied, equally seriously, "My name is Sirius Black."
Raging emotions took place inside of me. Sirius? But he's dead!
Wait! Maybe this is his time, before Harry.
But that means he will die! You see, I've had a crush on Sirius since the beginning of the fourth book.
But I don't want him to die!
He won't if I have any say.
But that will mess up the whole story!
Well, people never wanted Sirius to die, did they? So I'd be doing a public good. Well, it's no use arguing with myself. We'll attend to that problem when it happens.
"I believe you." Those words changed my life. "For everything. Just one thing, Padfoot. How old are you?"
"How did you – never mind. I'm sixteen. And it's a good thing you believe me. I was afraid I'd have to take Veritaserum!" He had obviously shaken off the shock of hearing me use his nickname quickly, and was teasing me, eyes sparkling. "Now, are you going to open that letter?"
"I thought it'd be better if I opened it after we talked to my parents. You are going to be doing the talking. I'll just confirm you didn't put a Confundus Charm on me."
Sirius stopped, obviously confused. "But if your parents were afraid of a Confundus Charm, they'd have to believe in the wizarding world." Then he saw the smirk on my face. "Oh. You were joking."
"Come on, my thick friend. We have truths to reveal." And I tugged him out of my bedroom door.