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'ON THE SEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME-'

'Seven swans swimming, Six geese laying, five golden rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree. WE GET IT!' I said grumpily. Sirius looked mortally offended. I rolled my eyes.

Sirius was delighted since it's Christmas time, he had an excuse to sing, so he's been singing this the whole day. And by the whole day I literally mean the whole day. Everybody in Gryffindor has probably learnt this carol by heart. If I ever hear him sing it again, I'll hex him into oblivion. Or erase his memory. Hmm, maybe I can even drown him in a cauldron. There were so many possibilities.

There's not much time left until Christmas, I couldn't help feeling excited. I love Christmas. Everything about it. Well, minus Sirius's singing.

'Don't be such a Scrooge, Evans.' He said.

'Hey, it's not my fault! You're the one who's singing like duck with bronchitis.' I said.

'You wound me.'

'Shut up. Anyway, how do you even know who Scrooge is? I find it hard to believe that you read a Charles Dickens book.'

'Well, I did. I wanted to annoy my mother and reading muggle books seemed to work rather well.'

And with that he started singing. Again.

I sighed and walked away, trying to find a good place to think. I've been trying to figure out a way to get my diary back without breaking the rules. I've never been much of a rule-breaker. Unfortunately, there was no other option but to sneak into the boy's dormitory and steal it. I internally shuddered at the thought of what I might find there- decomposed skeletons, dirty underwear and merlin knows what else. Knowing Sirius, it won't be pleasant.

I was just about to leave for the Library when Sirius stopped me.

'What do you want?' I asked, annoyed.

'I want you to do the thing I told you to do.'

'What?' Please don't be the blackmail. Please don't be the blackmail.

He smirked. 'You know what.'

No way, there is NO WAY I'm doing this. Never, not in a million years, not in a million centuries. I'm gonna get my diary back and when I do I'm gonna kick his sorry butt. I will use my not-so-amazing Transfiguration skills and turn him into a cockroach. I don't care if human transfiguration is not allowed. I WILL DO IT.

'Well..?' He said.

Right, I haven't replied yet.

'Of course.' I say smiling sweetly. There's not much Sirius-bashing I could do in this situation but I did make sure that before I left the common room for the library, I stepped on his foot. Hard.

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I can't believe I'm doing this. After spending an hour in the library, debating on whether I should attempt to get my diary back or not, I came to the conclusion that I will. Which is probably why I'm here, surrounded by stinky socks, underwear and other stuff- I'll spare you the details.

I was pretty sure this place would be a lot dirtier if it wasn't for the house elves. The poor creatures must suffer everyday being in this room, trying to clean it. I feel so sorry for them. And at the moment, for myself. I pinched my nose plug- (yes, a nose plug, I don't know how I'd survive without it) and began rummaging through the piles of underwear. It has got to be in here somewhere- as soon as I had this thought I tripped over something. Bingo! It's a black diary. Its mine, I think. Wait, of course its mine. I was just about to open it when I heard voices. I hid behind Sirius's underwear pile. Just in time- Remus and Peter entered.

'Where could it go?' Peter asked, almost in tears.

'I'm sure we'll find it, Pete.' Remus said reassuringly.

'But what if we don't?'

'Then buy another pair of socks.'

'But they're pink. And fuzzy.'

'No offense, Pete, but don't you think they look a little too-'

'Too WHAT?'

'Urm, intimidating?'

'Well, I am rather intimidating, aren't I?'

'Uh, of course you are.'

I wasn't really paying too much attention to what they were saying; I was too busy staring at Remus.

Remus. His voice is so soothing. Like the ocean- even his eyes are like the ocean, deep, meaningful and oh so- Wait a minute. I'm over him. Why do I keep forgetting that?

I vaguely heard Peter say something about how he singlehandedly fought a ninja to death when, finally, they left. I quietly went down the stairs and into the common room. I felt like dancing around screaming, ' I GOT MY DIAAAAARY BACK!' But I am more mature than that. Instead, I sank into my favorite armchair, closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. No more going out with that toad. No more blackmailing from the toad's best friend, the pig. I am going to lock my diary from now on.

I opened the diary. I hope Sirius hasn't spoiled it or anything. As soon as I did, my jaw dropped. On the first page, with messy handwriting was written-

'This journal belongs to Sirius Orion Black.'

Authors note-

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