Over the course of the next day, Harry could not wait to get out over his classes to read his grandfather's diary; it was almost an obsession. He did not bring the diary to class and slip it into his books in fear that it would be confiscated. Unlike Voldemort's diary had been, Sirius' was not bewitched to make the details unpenetrable. Aside from the fear of losing his godfather's book, he also did not want Hermione and Ron to know about it. He still felt ashamed for keeping it from his friends, but he also wanted Sirius to himself. He had never been able to have that when his godfather was alive.

Hermione and Ron had both known Harry long enough to tell when something was on his mind. During the break for lunch, Hermione Granger took it upon herself to inquire on Harry's strange behavior. "Harry, is there something you want to tell us?" The brunette asked as she placed her books down on the Gryffindor table in the Dininghall. Sitting herself across from one of her best friends, she watched Harry closely. Emerald eyes meeting her in confusion, the seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team shook his head.

"What are you talking about, Hermione?"

"Oh, come one." Ron sighed, sounding extremely irritable. He was still feeling the sting of his best friend's words from the day before. Growling at Harry, he snapped. "It's so obvious there's something wrong with you. But if you feel like we're being too nosy, then forget about it." Harry's eyes opened wide in shock as he gaped at the youngest Weasley male. Ron, however, glared defiantly once more at his best friend before downcasting his eyes. His cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment as his eyes reflected nothing but sadness. Noticing this, Harry bit his lower lip and fidgeted with his fingers guiltily.

"I'm sorry, Ron." He whispered, apologizing sincerely for hurting his best friend. True to character, Ron could not help but shrug his shoulders once again and meet Harry's eyes to flash a feeble smile.

"It's okay." He muttered awkwardly. "I'm just kinda worried about you, mate-- we both are." He added the last statement to include Hermione quickly; almost as an afterthought. Harry felt his cheeks slightly heat up as his heart somersaulter in his chest. Smiling at his friends in appreciation, Hermione wondered if she was crazy in thinking that Harry and Ron kept their eyes locked longer than they would have normally. Shoving that thought aside, she leaned closer to Harry, breaking him from his staring contest with Ron.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" The smartest Gryffindor pressed. "Is it something you don't want to tell us?"

Harry sighed heavily, trying not to act annoyed to cover up his guilt. "Nothing's wrong, you guys. I've just been worrying about Quidditch; that's all. Trying to act as though nothing else really was bothering him, Harry grabbed his bag and muttered that he had to get back to Gryffindor Tower seeing as how they were free after lunch that day. His two best friends sat staring at each other, unsure what to think. After all, he had sounded more-or-less alright; but his actions had suggested otherwise.

Back inside his dormitory, Harry tossed aside his books before grabbing his godfather's diary and father's invisibility cloak. He retrieved the latter knowing that Hermione might eventually send Ron in to talk to him. Harry was determined to remain undisturbed. So, diary in hand, invisibility cloak over his head, he curled up on his bed and began reading from where he left off.

It has been several days since that last incident with James, Lily and Remus. Despite Moony's pleas, I still won't apologize to Lily. I can't stand her. I want James all to myself... is that too much to ask? I don't dislike Lily; I just don't want her stealing Prongs from me.

(Sirius' world/Hogwarts/Gryffindor Tower)

I heard a distinct sigh as someone passed by the foot of my bed. Glancing up over the cover of my diary, my eyes fell on Moony. "Padfoot, how long are you going to write down your feelings in that book?"

I twitched. "What else do you suggest I do with my time?" Remus let out a laugh.

"Homework, for one." He suggested in a tone that could only be described as I-doubt-you've-even-looked-at-your-assignments skepticism. "You could try studying. Classes aren't going to get any easier and you're falling behind as it is. You and James both." I smiled softly, finding comfort in that fact that James and I shared something-- even if it was, as Remus put it, "academic deliquincy". Recognizing the look on my face for what it truly was, a sigh of disgust escaped Moony's lips. "You shouldn't be so happy with your situation, Sirius."

"I don't care." I muttered, ignoring Moony and going back to my diary. I could feel Remus' eyes watching my every move for several minutes. I was about to snap at him to leave me alone when I felt the weight shift on my bed; Remus had sat down near my feet.

"If you're so adament on writing," He started. "Why not write James a letter?"

I froze. Looking up, my eyes slowly met his. "A letter?" I repeated. He smiled softly and nodded his head.

"Yeah. You're obviously too shy to tell him how you feel," (I blushed and scowled at him, but said nothing because we both knew he was right). "And James can be too dense to notice your feelings, so write him a letter."

I paused for several minutes, watching him unblinkingly. Finally I muttered, "You want me... to write James a letter... telling him how much I love him?" Without speaking, Moony nodded his head in response. An encouraging grin sliding across his lips. "Why?"

Upon my last inquiry, impatience took my close friend over. Smile disappearing from his face, he countered, "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to act like some foolish schoolgirl by writing my best friend a letter."

"Then you'd rather be miserable and live a life of unrequited love?" Remus snarled, his eyes blazing as he looked at me. "He could have feelings for you, Sirius. You have to make the first move."

"Why me?" I asked bitterly.

"Cuz you fell in love with him first." Remus snapped. Standing up, he clenched his fists at his sides. "All I want is to see my two best friends happy; but I can't force that, you know. You need to stop being a coward and face your feelings for the person you love. Until then, stop bitching to me about how Potter doesn't love you!" Storming from the room, Moony left me staring at his back, stunned.

For the rest of the day and into the evening, Moony and I didn't say another word to each other. We hung out with James and Peter, but barely exchanged even the basic of dialogue. He seemed rather miffed the entire day; even James took notice. Towards the end of the day, guilt started to set in. As the sun faded over the great lake, my eyes wandered over to Remus. I watched him for several minutes, my heart sinking into my chest. I knew Remus was only trying to help. So, for the first time since that morning, I set aside my pride and thought out his suggestion.

When James decided to sneak down to the kitchens to steal food and harrass some house elves, I pulled Moony aside. "Are you sure this letter will work?" Remus, looking shocked that I had decided to talk to him, quickly recovered. Shrugging, he replied,

"It couldn't hurt."

I paused, thinking hard on the idea. I was tired of living the life of the loyal best friend and victim of unrequited love. I wanted to know how James felt about me.

"Would you..." I felt my face heat up drastically as I attempted to ask a favor of my best friend. To add to my embarrassment, I could not meet Remus' eyes. Focusing on the Gryffindor crest on his robes, I muttered, "Would you... help me... give it to him?"

Although I was not looking at him, I could tell Remus was shocked. There passed several minutes as we stood in awkward silence; one that seemed to prickle my skin. Finally, Remus answered my lingering inquiry.

"If you want me to, I will." He stated matter-of-factly. At that moment, I looked up and my eyes met his.

"Re-really?" I scarcely allowed myself to believe it.

"Yeah." He replied sincerely. Looking into his determined eyes, my heart jolted within my chest. Before I knew it, a smile had engulfed my face and I threw my arms around him quickly in happiness. As soon as I let go, I saw him standing frozen as if he was bespelled.

"Thank you, Moony." I grinned, unable to control my excitement. Without being able to sit still, I left him behind in the common room to rush to my journal and write Prongs a love letter.

(back with Harry...)

Harry's emerald eyes gazed across the familiar etching of his godfather's handwriting. There were a lot of beginnings to lettered that were blackened out or shattered-- fragments of sentences that attempted to convey Sirius' feelings. Through the obscurities, Harry tried to make sense of Padfoot's first drafts.

James, there is something I need to tell you--

Prongs, I need to talk to you about something--

I LOVE YOU, JAMES POTTER!

In the margins, Sirius has scribbled little insults and comments to himself. No, idjit!; Too formal!; or this is stupid! It's never going to work! When Harry turned the page over, there was clearly a page missing from the diary. The fragments of the missing page were still evidenced in the spine of the journal. On the next page, there was a short entry-- very short compared to the others. Ass he wrote was: After all my thinking and writing and rewriting, I have my letter to James written! Harry felt his heart skip a beat in excitement. He turned the page over, looking for a copy of the letter; but his heart deflated when he saw no such thing existed. All that stared back at him was the beginning of another journal entry a few days post.

Harry Potter sighed, closing the journal and pulling the cloak off his head. Glancing outside the window, he saw the sky darkening into night. Dread swept through his veins as he realized he had just spent the entire afternoon captivated in Hogwarts decades before, and none on his homework. Hermione was going to get mad at him again.

A knock came on the door to the dormitory jolting Harry from his thoughts. Seamus stuck his head inside. Spotting the famous wizard, a gbrin succumbed his lips. "Hey, mate. Wanna play a game of Wizard's Chess?" Glancing over at his books that still lay in wait to be studied, Harry knew he would never be able to concentrate on his work as he should. Shrugging, he nodded his head. "Sure." Getting up to follow his friend down to the common room, Harry glanced one last time at the cloak that covered his most precious possession. Smiling softly, he turned and closed the door behind him as he headed down the circular staircase.

Author's Notes: I know it has been way too long. Don't hate me!!! I will try and update this story soon to make up for the fact I haven't in a while. Please be patient with me!!!