ATTENTION READERS: There is something important that you must know to understand what is about to unfold as this story continues! When Harry "enters the world" of the diary, it is very similar to entering into the world of a book. He sees everything from Sirius' perspective; his thoughts, his feelings, his actions, etc. Because of this, I have decided to do something a little DIFFERENT with this fanfic. Whenever Sirius' diary is involved, the story might start out with Harry reading from its pages, but it will CHANGE into Sirius' POV; in other words, you (as the reader) will experience what Harry is experiencing, by diving into the world of Hogwarts through Sirius Black's eyes. When this occurrs, the story will take on a first person standing instead of third person. I hope I did my best to explain it. This transformation begins in this chapter, so please be aware. I don't want to lose anyone with my antics.

Harry sighed heavily as he collapsed into his favorite comfy chair by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Staring blankly at the far wall, another heaving sigh escaped his lips

It had been three days; three long days since he had opened his godfather's journal and read from its pages. It was not for lack of finding sufficient solitude, but because he was still not sure how to handle the news that was brought forth. He knew he did not think differently of his father's best friend because he was gay. The true shocker had been finding out who Sirius had been in love with. It was a hard thought to settle upon. Had anything occurred between the two of them, Harry found himself wondering. Was my father gay as well?

Hermione Granger's presence ripped Harry from any subsequent thoughts due to a loud slamming of textbooks onto the oak table beside Harry. Startled, Harry's emerald eyes focused on her in surprise. "I can't stand her!" Hermione growled, her face aflame in pure rage. Before Harry could even open his mouth to inquire further, Hermione answered his question. "Pansy Parkinson." She snarled, looking thoroughly venemous. "I heard her tell Peeves I was around the corner and she helped that little snipe throw his collection of water balloons at me!" Upon further inspection, Harry could see plainly how drenched Hermione looked. Her usually bushy brown hair was matted against her thin face. Clutching her fists beside her, she shook with silent rage.

Just then the entryway to Gryffindor Tower opened and in walked Ron. Spotting his two friends instantaneously, he bounded up to them happily. It was not until he was standing right next to Hermione that he noticed she was wet. "Gee, Hermione." He said, his eyebrows lowering over his auburn eyes. "What happened to you?"

Invoked by another wave of fury, Hermione let out a disgruntled, "Arrrrrgghhhhh!" before storming over to the spiral staircases. Enunciating each step, she stormed into the girls dormitory and slammed the door shut with such ferocity that some of the nearby paintings swayed from the impact.

Surprise eating away at his features, Ron turned his attention to his remaining friend. "What's eating her?"

Harry shook his head in mild sympathy. "Peeves." He stated. That one word answer alone was enough to satisfy anyone's curiosity. Shrugging the matter aside, knowing Hermione would eventually get over it, Ron pulled up a chair to sit at the table with his best friend.

"I have something for you." He smiled, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Harry met him with a quizzical stare.

"What is it?"

"Something that will cheer you up." From within his pocket, Ron pulled out a wrapped Cauldron Cake. "I know you really like these, and I got one special for you. The Great Hall doesn't have them, but Dobby managed to snag one from one of the other fatter house elves in the kitchens. I reckon the elf won't miss one cauldron cake too much." Placing the pastry onto the table, Ron pushed it closer so it was well within Harry's reach.

Harry did not know what to say, or how to respond. So he simply stared at it a moment. Noticing this, Ron tried to help. "I've just been noticing that you have not been eating a lot recently, Harry. All you do is stare out into space. I know there's something wrong, but I don't know what. I was not going to ask unless you wanted to tell me something... but I still wanted to try and cheer you up."

A feeble smile spread across the famous wizard's thin lips. Taking up the snack, he pocketed it. "Thanks, Ron. I appreciate this."

Face glowing, his grin spreading from ear to ear, Ron much resembled a happy puppy who had just been praised by its master. Short of wagging his tail, Ron said, "Well, it was nothing." Then, as if taken over by seriousness, Ron leaned closer to Harry from across the table and said in a hushed tone, "What is wrong with you, mate?" Harry looked back at his friend, a little shocked by his question. "I mean, you have been spacing out for the past few days and you've been sliding behind on your homework even more than I have. Is there something wrong?"

As Harry stared back into his friend's eyes, he seriously debated telling him; confessing everything; dishing out all about Sirius' crush on his father and the diary and even the meeting with Dumbledore... but when his mouth opened to say something, Harry instantly closed it. Ron did not need to know. This was something Harry wanted to keep to himself, after all. Something that only he and his godfather would share.

Shaking his head lightly, Harry lowered his gaze as he stood up from his chair. "It's nothing, Ron. Really. I guess I just have not gotten enough sleep recently and I'm daydreaming. Or maybe I just need to fly some more. Sorry for worrying you. And thanks for the cake." Without another word, Harry turned his back on his best friend and softly made his way up to the boys' dormitories to retire early.

Once he was in his room, though, he did not sleep. For the first time in several days, Harry opened his trunk and reached down to the bottom of his things at the foot of his bed; where he had hidden Sirius' diary. Too intrigued to know what other secrets he could discover, Harry opened the pages to where he let off and started reading once more.

(Sirius POV-- the diary)

"How long are you going to keep writing, Padfoot?" Startled out of my thoughts, I looked up into the cheery face of my best friend. Heart pounding heavily in my chest, I choked out a response.

"Uhm... now, I guess." I laughed shortly. Closing my diary, I pocketed it within my robes with the quill I had been writing with. As I stood up, James smiled at me.

"What are you always writing about?" James inquired. "Ever since you got that journal, you have been writing like mad. Don't tell me you're planning on becoming a straight-laced student." He said it with such disgust, as if beoming a good student was paramount to evil. A grin spread across my face.

"Never, mate." I promised.

"Good." James winked. "We have too much fun to focus on our studies."

"Although..." Entered a new voice. Glancing over James' shoulder, I spotted Moony coming in from the entrance way to Gryffindor Tower. "It wouldn't hurt you two to take your studies a little more seriously. There's enough time to have fun, but it wouldn't be an adventure to be kicked out of Hogwarts."

"Sure it would." James smiled. "We could start a rock band. Call ourselves The Failures. Our first song: 'We got kicked outta Hogwarts'. We'll make millions." I laughed aloud. One more thing I loved about James: he could joke about everything. Remus stared reproachfully at his friend. "Oh, Moony," James continued to smile, walking over to his friend. Sliding his arm over his shoulders as said teen placed his library books on the table in front of us. "Don't be such a noble example. Next thing you know, you will want to be a prefect, or something."

Remus stared at his friend. "I am a prefect."

James let out a gasp of astonishment. "What? When did this happen?"

Remus lowered his eyes so he was glaring at his friend; yet the smile on his face showed his true emotion. "It's nearly November. I have been prefect for two months."

"Oh..." James nodded his head in understandment. "So that's why you have been going to all those meetings and patrolling the halls... I just thought you were antsy." Moony laughed sarcastically and nodded his head as he moved away from James to stand by me, but his genuine smile was evident.

"Are you three ever going to get to your studies?" Came a voice from the staircase. All three of us looked over to see Lily standing halfway up the circular staircase that led to the girl's dormitories. "You do know we have that test in Charms tomorrow, right? I doubt any of you have studied; with the maybe exception of Remus. You're not going to get any OWLs, you know."

"Who cares about OWLs?" James asked, grinning at Lily. "I'm gonna be a rock star." Mimicking an air guitar move, he made horrible electric guitar sounds with his voice. I laughed. Moony smiled helplessly and shrugged up at Lily.

"Don't listen to him." He said reassuringly. "He's lying. The only thing he can do decently is play Quidditch."

Stopping his "rehearsal" instantaneously, Prongs glared at Remus. "Ouch. Below the belt, mate." Moony's smile only widened with triumph.

"I know flying is the only thing James can do." Lily stated seriously, no teasing fun present in her voice. "So that's why he's still in school- he's such a superb player that the professor's take allowances."

"Are you complimenting him or insulting him?" I demanded in my best friend's defense.

"Both." Lily replied levelly. James scowled at her. "I know he's an excellent Quidditch player... but he's still too distracted and doesn't care enough about his studies. He needs to learn that there is more to life than sports- that eventually you need more intelligence than speed."

"James' still in the room, Lily." I growled at her. "Don't talk like he isn't here."

"But I was answering your question about him." Lily snapped, irritated. Sighing in disgust, she gave up. "You know what, Sirius? Never mind. You have always been Potter's lapdog," (I flushed.) "so I'm not going to fight with you." Turning her back, she once again ascended the the staircase. "Dunno why I bother..." She muttered.

Jumping in in an attempt to calm Lily's nerves, Remus spoke up. "I'll make sure they do their work, Lily. Even if I have to jinx them to get it done." Waving her hand noncommitedly, she disappeared into the dormitories and slammed the door.

I glared over at Moony as James shrugged and tossed himself onto the comfy chair by the fire, apparently having forgotten about any insult that had been awarded to him. "What was that for?" I challenged.

"What is your problem with Lily?" Moony countered, watching me appraisingly. "You've been awfully mean to her recently."

I twitched. "I'm not mean."

"You nearly took her head off!" Remus declared.

"Moony..." James started, flipping through the books Remus had salvaged from the library. "What is all this? Are you studying to become an Auror? Look at this stuff!" Moony ignored him.

"She didn't have to talk like he wasn't there." I supplied.

"You are." Lupin pointed out. My cheeks heated slightly as I glowered at him.

"I'm not insulting him." I snarled.

"Pointing out facts is not an insult." Remus stated coolly, his patience wearing thin.

"Hey, look!" James called out happily, obviously distracted from teasing Moony's choice of reading materials. "Someone left their wizard's chess set here! Wicked!" Smiling broadly, he started examining the marble pieces.

"She wasn't 'pointing out facts', Moony. She as being crude."

Remus lost his patience completely. Grabbing my wrist, he dragged me away from James (who was starting to irritate some of the chess pieces) and led me over to the far wall. Pushing me into a corner, he hissed: "I know you like James, but you are taking this crush-thing a little too far. You don't need to take everything that's said to him as a personal insult. He can handle himself." I glanced over Remus' shoulder and watched James get yelled at and bitten by one of the chess pieces. "Why you..." he snarled, picking the one who had bitten him up and pulling out his wand. I looked pointedly at Remus, as if proving my point. Admitting defeat, Moony lowered his head and sighed. "Alright... so maybe he can't take full care of himself. But that doesn't mean he needs you to protect him." We stood in silence for a while before a light seemed to go off above the werewolf's head. "Wait..." he paused, staring at me as if he understood everything in that moment. "Are you jealous of Lily? Because she likes James as well?" My face flushed before I had time enough to deny it. Remus smiled softly and nodded his head, understanding everything. "I see... that is the reason, then. That's why you've been so crass with her. But, Padfoot..." I glanced at him, my eyes meeting his. He rested a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. "Just because she likes him does not mean your feelings are any less meaningful."

"She stands a better chance." I mumbled.

"She doesn't stand any better chance than you." Remus stated calmly. "You just have to let him know, Sirius. You have to tell him that you love him. He has the right to know." My friend must have read the uneasiness on my face, because he leaned in and added: "And you deserve to know if he has feelings for you. So just tell him." I glanced up at him to see him smile before walking off to join James and break up the fight between the quidditch seeker and one of the bishops from the chess pieces.

(Modern day... outside the diary)

I don't know when I am going to tell him, Harry read. But I agree with Moony; I would like to know if my feelings could be reciprocated. I know I love James... I don't want Lily to have him. Harry had to smile at the last statement, knowing the future of what had happened; knowing he would never have been born if it had not been for his father falling in love with his mother. Yet, despite the outcome, Harry found himself rooting for his godfather. Harry would have wanted him to be happy as well, no matter who he fell in love with.

Closing the diary, Harry rolled over on his bed and noticed that the sun had begun to fade over the horizon. Hearing laughter from down in the common room, Harry decided to put the diary aside for another day and see what all the excitement was about in main room. He hid the diary back within his trunk before heading down the staircase.

Done Chapter 3.

Oi: extra points if anyone can guess which anime character James (UNintentionally) acts like. (Yaoishoujo is forbidden from guessing. Haha)