[Sirius Black]

Friday, August 15, 1980

Dear Harry,

Okay, here's the shit, baby Sirius; I ain't writing in no diary.

I left home before my parents could give me my wizarding book, and besides, I'm pretty sure my mother burned it. Lovely woman, really. She probably filled it with dark magic and complaints about my behavior. Anyway, when James told me about it, I was more than a little skeptical. But he swears it's not a diary. So I'll write in this book- but it's not a diary. Not a journal. It's a book. That I'm writing in...

Anyway, Lily insists that we should keep a record of your progress, or something like that. You've started making noises other than crying. It's kind of a coo, or a gurgle. But not for me, no! You make cute baby noises for Lily and James, but all I ever get is yelling and crying. Thanks a lot, baby Sirius.

Lily refused to call you Elvendork. I'm not really sure why not, it's a great name (it's unisex!). But anyway, I've decided that 'Harry' isn't a good enough name for my Godson. So your name is now baby Sirius. Hope you like it, 'cause I'll always call you that. Even when you're not a child anymore. Ever hear that saying, that parents always thing of their children as their babies? Well, it's like that. On your wedding day, I'll say, "Congratulations, baby Sirius". And then you'll say, "Wait, aren't you that homeless guy dad kicked out years ago?"

Joking aside (because we both know your father wouldn't kick me out), I want you to know that you really it lucky on the parent front. Lily and James are awesome people- I almost wish they were my parents. But when I told Lily that, she didn't really understand, and gave me a strange look...

Oh, and you got lucky on the godfather front, too. I'm the best MF'ing dogfather in the world. I know James has to grow up and shiz to be a 'good parent' but I'm here to corrupt your innocence by showing you the best pubs and such. Lily'll be upset about it, but she's just secretly glad it's me, not James bringing you to pubs. And by now I've probably taught you poker, and how to bluff. Because if I haven't, I'm clearly failing my godfatherly duties, and you may need to go find the backup (Mooney).

Now Remus might seem reluctant, but he's not so bad about it after a beer, and even less so after a couple more. Don't tell him I said that, though. And for that matter, don't tell Lily, either. She's a bit scary, your mum... Don't tell her I said that either.

Okay, what to say... This thing's difficult, by the way. I don't know how I'm supposed to keep a record of your accomplishments or whatever Lily's intent upon when you don't do very much at all. Hardly your fault, but still.

I suppose I could give you some information on how the war is going. Maybe it'll be over by the time you read this. And even if it's not, you're an adult now, and you'll probably already know most anything I could tell you. It's not going great, Harry. Dumbledore's not getting any younger, and people keep dying. But I really shouldn't bore you with stuff like this. If the war's over, I'm sure you don't wanna hear about how bad it got, and if the war's still going on, you'll already know. Merlin, why did I bring up this subject?

I don't think this is as long as either Lily or James' entries into this book, but I guess you'll just have to deal with that. I don't want to start bringing up any more depressing topics by accident.

-Sirius

Author's Note: Hi guys. So, just a couple little clarifications. I hope I've made this clear, but I don't have a set minimum or maximum for these chapters. Some will be longer than others. I'm sorry that I can't promise a set amount of words.

On the other hand, because of the nature of the storyline, I will consistently be posting every week. If I fail to do so, please feel free to berate me.

PS- And just so you know, I'm not fudging the dates to fit my story. August 15, 1980 WAS a Friday. And by extension, so were all the other dates listed in this story.