Beware the point of view might change so sorry if it's a little confusing!

When Sirius Black woke up the next morning, a beautiful Saturday morning, he stretched lazily and rolled over, glancing at his clock. So his beautiful Saturday morning was actually afternoon, but no matter. He had, after all, stayed up late reading. He felt a sudden pang of guilt as he reached under his mattress and pulled Lela Snape's diary out. He looked at it guiltily. Half way done with it, he hadn't gotten anywhere. So far, she still seemed to hate him, though that was in November. Boy, he sounded crazy in this, but not as obsessive and crazy as she did. He smiled lovingly at the book as he thought about Lela. Reading it was what Sirius imagined being able to read Lela's mind would sound like.

"You have to give it back." Sirius looked up. He hadn't realized his curtains were open. James, Remus, and Peter were sitting, watching him. "She's been tearing up the common room and dorms looking for it, Padfoot,"James said, agreeing with Remus' statement. "Lily says she's worried sick about it." "I'll give it back," Sirius snapped, annoyed with their disturbing his train of thought. "After I figure out -," he trailed off, looking away as if ashamed of what he almost let slip. "Padfoot, she likes you," Remus told him quietly. Sirius looked at him as if he didn't know what he was talking about. "Sirius doesn't worry about that kind of thing," Peter squeaked with a laugh at the very idea of Sirius having any sort of insecurity. "He could have any girl, Moony," Peter's voice called as he drifted downstairs to the common room to get his second sock he'd left there the night before. "You can tell, alright? You don't need to read her diary to find out," Remus continued as if uninterrupted. Sirius' confident expression faltered for a moment. "I-" Sirius began, face seeming to want to explain why he needed to read the diary to affirm what Remus stated. "I'll put it in her bag when she isn't looking today, alright?" Remus and James smiled. Sirius looked at James and saw James eyes twinkle with understanding. Of course, Sirius thought, I suppose his Lily situation is sort of the same thing. However, just as the three friends where about to have an unspoken moment of understanding that happens only to friends who share deep secrets such as these three friends did, Peter rushed in, face pink and panting. "Sirius! Lela is downstairs and says that if you don't come downstairs this instance, she is going to send Darla a love poem from you so you'll never get rid of her," he squeaked. Sirius raised his eyebrows at his friends. He placed the diary on the table and sighed. "I'll come up for it later," he assured them. James and Remus nodded, leaving the room with him. "Coming Wormtail," James asked sticking his head back in the room momentarily. "Once I get my socks on prongs," Peter smiled, struggling to put on his newly found sock.

Lela saw Sirius come down the stairs but remained calmly in her seat, clenching and unclenching her fists. He timidly approached, Remus giving him a bit of a push. "Hey Lela, love. How's it going?" Lela's rage evaporated in a moment and she suddenly felt her eyes filling with tears. She looked up at him with eyes full of despair. "Please, please, please," she sniffed. "Tell me that you accidently put my diary in your bag when you were sorting our books and have it. Please?" Sirius was taken aback by the desperation in her eyes. He looked over her head at Remus and James, as Peter ran in to join them, now both socks on. Their faces clearly said to go upstairs and get the diary. Admit it all. But what if she hated him for reading it? He nodded. "I have it Lela, it's upstairs." Lela let out a laugh of delight. "I could kiss you, Sirius, honestly kiss you!" she beamed jumping and hugging him. "Wait, wait, Lela. I want to be honest, alright?" Lela looked confused and stepped back, obviously unsure if she liked the sound of where this was going. "That day, after dinner, I emptied my bag and I found your diary. I knew it was yours, but I didn't give it back because-" "Sirius Black, get up to your dorm and bring it here now," Lela hissed so darkly and dangerously that for the first time Sirius saw the resemblance between Lela and her brother.

He rushed upstairs thinking of how he'd make it up to Lela, how he'd explain. If he could just explain he knew she'd understand. But when he got to the dorm room, he found it diary-less. He searched everywhere and soon found that it had disappeared. When he entered the common room again, he found that he was not only late to class, but now racked with guilt and wonder. Where had the diary gone?

There was only one person who truly knew where the diary had gone. He had been hopping around trying to put his shoes onto his now sock covered feet and had fallen onto the floor with a great thump! Such a thump that, although it was not heard floors below in the common room, it was great enough to shake the floor. And it was great enough to send the diary of Lela Snape from where ever it had been sitting to the floor. He looked at the diary, recalling the conversation he'd heard between Bethany Knott and her friend. Bethany Knott with her pretty eyes, gorgeous hair, and mean, powerful features. Bethany Knott who could surely give him an in to the power he desired. He didn't know completely where these thoughts were coming from, but they empowered him as he had never been empowered before. Without a second thought, he grabbed the diary, shrunk it, and shoved it in his pocket, rushing out of the dorm room.

Peter Petegrew sat in Transfiguration just behind Lela, Megan, and Lily who sat passing notes furiously. "Lela is angry," James observed quietly to Remus. Remus nodded, watching as Lela's quill snapped because of the force of her scribbling. Just then, Sirius entered the classroom, looking perplexed and worried. Giving Professor McGonagal his best charming smile, which wasn't saying much in his present condition, he walked down the aisle, running his hand through his hair. At Lela's desk he stopped momentarily, opening his mouth as if to explain something. But it was as if she knew what he was about to say and hissed "you stupid prat of an arse," throwing the broken quill at him and turning away. Sirius slumped down next to James; explaining in hurried whispers what had happened when he'd arrived in the diary-less dorm room to Remus and James, Peter listening half-heartedly. "Maybe she won't think it's your fault," James suggested. "It IS my fault though, if I'd just given it back instead of being such a git," Sirius whispered despairingly. Remus passed him a piece of cheering up chocolate, which Sirius took gratefully, spending the rest of the class halfheartedly taking notes and looking at the back of Lela's head.

When the bell rang, Sirius stood abruptly, apparently ready to reach out and explain to Lela what happened. But as he took a step forward, Lela turned and gave him a look of such betrayal and hurt that he stepped back, turning and waving at Patil as if he hadn't seen it. Lela and Megan marched out, Lily stalling momentarily to shrug at James, shake her head at Sirius, and then wave goodbye to Remus. "I've bloodied it up now," Sirius croaked. "I'm sure it will get better mate, give her some time," James encouraged. "Find her diary though," Remus added. "You coming Pete?"

Peter was lagging, seeming to struggle with his bag. "I'll catch up with you in a moment," he told them, shooing them away. When they had left, Peter went just outside the classroom, where Bethany and her friends stood talking, taking their time until their next class. "Bethany Knott," he squeaked. The tall girl turned, flipping her straight thick hair over her shoulder. She had a pretty face with deep red lips and vibrant eyes, but her beauty was masked by a look of contempt for the creature calling her name. "Yes," she drawled. Peter motioned her away from her friends, who all giggled in a pitying sort of way. "I have something for you, Bethany," he said shyly, blushing a little. Bethany looked torn between curiosity and disgust. He pulled the diary out, unshrinking it. "It's Lela Snape's diary," he told her. "I know what it is," Bethany snapped. Her expression softened and she batted her eyelashes. "Peter-poo," she cooed. "Where'd you get this?" Peter explained about Sirius Black's dilemma of the morning, and consequently the whole dilemma as he knew it between Lela and Sirius, and Bethany smiled. "Well, thank you Peter, darling." Peter's heart skipped a beat. Pretty girls rarely paid attention to him next to the other three marauders. "Lets keep this between the two of us, yes?" Peter nodded and with that, she kissed his cheek and sent him off, returning to her group of friends with a malicious sort of grin on her face.