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A/N: This story takes place during the life of Sirius Black.
The Diary of Sirius Black
He saw me looking at her again today. I'm sure he knows how I feel. But he can't possibly. I don't even know.
What is it about her that is so fascinating? That's what I ask him. I sometimes wonder it myself.
But in a different context.
Just like good old Sirius Black, I dipped her hair in my ink and put spiders in her bag. Just like good old Sirius Black, I nudged her into the lake so James could save her.
Just like good old Sirius Black, I never told him how bad they were for each other.
Just like good old Sirius Black, I kept my opinions to myself.
Not your typical Sirius Black, that one, was it?
"Incapable of proper human emotion." That's what she called me. I am so capable of human emotion that I pretend she does not fascinate me with her flaming hair and emerald eyes like she does, James. She is nothing but a tool with which to brake down James Potter's ego. That's what she thinks she is to me. That's what everyone thinks she is to me.
God are they wrong?
She never really spoke to me like she does to James. She speaks to him in a husky, feminine voice, but to me, it's usual old Lily. I think he makes her nervous. I think she makes me nervous too.
Sometimes I wonder. People say I'd do anything to be like James. Is it true? Is it all in my head and not in my heart? I don't think I'll ever know for certain. I don't think I want to know. I just want her out of my head! Get her out of my head!
Lily Evans. Lily Potter. Lily Potter just rolls off the tongue in an incredibly natural tone. Lily Black. It sounds like a colour of paint. A dark war paint colour. If I ever dated Lily it would definitely cause a war. And I would be on the losing end.
James is coming. Better go before he skins me alive.
Till next time
Sirius Black.