[Sirius Black]
Friday, January 2, 1981
Hey Harry! I was at James and Lily's for Christmas, and I got the chance to stay a little longer. I'll be leaving soon, but it's been a great vacation so far. I love being here, it's like a second home to me. Just with more Potters.
But this isn't supposed to be about me, tragically. It's about you. And you've been busy, babbling up a storm. Congrats, kid, you've moved up from screaming and crying to actual syllables. No one's sure exactly what you're trying to communicate so enthusiastically, but I'm sure it was important. You're probably saying that you want to play fetch with Padfoot again. It isn't the traditional style of fetch, but I'm sure our version of 'steal the tennis ball from the infant' is all the rage.
After all, your favorite toy is a mini me. Well, it's not exactly a Padfoot, but it's a black dog, and that's a clear indicator to me. Obviously, I'm your favorite. Isn't that right? Who's the best godfather ever? Yeah, that's right. I am. Hell yeah.
If you could balance, you'd totally be sitting on Padfoot's back. We could conquer the country side, Harry. Think about it. You with your adorable-ness, and me with my charming wit, and suave conversation. We'd get all the girls, Harry.
Anyway, it's 1981. Cool, right? I mean, not really cool for you. It's what, 1997 when you're reading this? That's crazy. It's a long time. I wonder how much has changed. I probably haven't. I bet Lily and James have gotten all old, but I'm too cool for that. You just wait, Harry, I'm going be as hip as ever. Well, I guess you don't have to wait, but I do.
You're babbling at me again. It's a little unnerving, because you are actually staring right at me. Seriously, kid, do you even blink? Haha. Siriusly.
But really, you've got major creepy-eyes going on right now. Like non-stop, ALWAYS WATCHING kind of eyes. It's probably because you keep seeing me change into a dog. But don't worry kid, I won't disappear if you blink. Promise.
Hmm, what else has happened? Not much. It's pretty quiet around here, at least for now. Honestly, it's been wonderful. It's nice to relax, get away from the war, even for just a little while. I'd feel guiltier about taking a break, but I know I'll be back soon enough, wishing I were here.
It's not too cold here at the moment. Still winter, of course, but not too bad. It's raining, which really shouldn't surprise you. It's always raining. I'd appreciate snow, however. I think that you would like it. My dog side enjoys the snow as well.
Merlin, did I just write about the weather? I am so sorry, Harry. Forgive me. I'll change the subject.
So one of the main differences of spending Christmas with Lily is the food. Your mum's a great cook, and I'm not just saying that because she's in the other room, and can possibly read minds. It's not been proven, but I have a hunch. It's not been disproven, either, so keep that in mind.
But the other thing that is different is a certain lack of pranks. It was sort of a Christmas tradition that James and I would prank the Slytherins. Well, it wasn't the only time that we pranked the Slytherins. We did it at every opportunity, to be honest. But you can't blame us for that.
But Lily won't tolerate pranks, so I guess I'll just have to do without for now. There's no one to prank. No Slytherins, no cranky old relatives. It's weird. Nice, of course, but weird. I'll have to get right back to pranking as soon as I have a chance. And as soon as I get away from Lily's (possible) mind reading!
I have to go now, it's your bed time. And I want to say goodnight.
Love,
Sirius
Author's Note: I've never really liked the idea of asking for reviews, but if you have something to suggest, or comment upon, or even just to tell me how I'm doing, I'd love to hear from you. And for those of you who do review, I promise I do take into consideration what you say.
PS- Did you know that weather reports of the UK in 1981 are available online? I had not known that.