Author's note: So I finally finished my first five chapters! Well, not really finally, seeing as I've been updating nearly every day, but... you know what I mean )

So, I'm not too sure how much time I'm going to get to update from now on, seeing as I've just started up school again. I think I might be doing Calculus instead of writing my stories from now on. D.

I swear I'll update as often as possible, just... don't be expecting them to be as frequents as they have been so far.

As always, reviews are loved! Thanks for reading,

-x-Sam.

Hello again! It's me, Sirius. Sirius Black? The good-looking one, you know who I am.You know, you nearly gave me a heart-attack, diary. The last thing I could remember doing with you was laying you on the armchair, the big one in the common room? You know the one. So you can imagine my distress when I went back to look for you, and you were nowhere in sight! Honestly, I was sweating buckets, absolutely terrified that somebody might have found you. Can you even begin to comprehend the amount of shit I would have been in, had somebody read you? Copious amounts. Because if anybody happened to find out that I was gay; there goes my reputation. Everything that I've worked for in the last few years, down the toilet.

Not to mention what my family would do. I mean, I know they're supposed to have nothing to do with me, but I wouldn't put it past Mother to send me an anonymous Howler, or something of the sort. She probably thinks I'm outcasted enough already, without being totally in love with my friend. Nothing against Remus, but I don't think that scruffy werewolf was ever high on their agenda for me. Then again, neither was Griffindor house, but they managed to cope with that, right?

Well, not really. Not unless your definition of 'coped' is 'lock Sirius in a broom cupboard for three days.' Eh. I was expecting it, though one might think that after sending me three consecutive Howlers that I'd get the point. Honestly, you'd think that the only cared about was stupid Slytherin and this bloody pure-blood mania. There's a new (supposedly dark) wizard prancing around, calling himself 'Lord Voldemort.' What sort of a stupid name is that? I reckon that if I were to be a dark wizard, I'd give myself an imposing name, like, err... Dogstar? Okay, maybe not. But still, Voldemort? It sounds like something to remove mould, don't you think diary?

Anyway. New dark wizard named Voldemort. Right. Well, apparently he's HUGE on this whole 'pure-bloods only' thing, and there are even rumours that he's killed a few muggleborns, and muggles. Real scary guy, he is, and powerful too. Very good with a wand, and gathering more and more followers by the day. Call themselves Death Eaters. Well, guess what? My stupid, thick, brainless prat of a little brother has gone and joined them! Just when I thought that they couldn't get any more ridiculous, my family go and pull another one out of the hat. Regulus, a Death Eater? Pfft. Knowing him, the stupid little git will probably get himself exploded or something.

And good riddance, really. I mean, the world doesn't need more spoiled, selfish pureblood-manics frolicking around and causing mayhem. What makes them think that they're better than everyone else anyway? They aren't more talented (just look at Evans!) and they most certainly aren't better-looking (well, except for me of course,) so I really don't see what the big deal is if somebody has wizarding ancestors. Who gives a damn if we can trace back our family a few centuries to the founders?

I don't. Not me. One of my best friends is muggleborn, for Merlin's sake! Well, okay, I wouldn't exactly call Lily Evans one of my best friends, but James fancies her, so that's almost as good.

Speaking of James, the stupid bugger still hasn't managed to hook Evans yet. It's obvious that she fancies him, you should just see the looks that she gives him during class! She pays more attention to his hair than she does the teacher, and for Evans, that's saying something. But good old Jamie, he just can't take the hint. If he'd just mature up a bit (not that I want him to or anything... there goes my best friend) she'd go out with him. Pathetic, really. If she doesn't like him the way his is, she doesn't deserve him anyway, does she? Stupid git, he's so useless when it comes to love.

Not that I can talk, really. I mean sure, the amount of girls I've dated is rather large, and the amount of girls that I've snagged is even larger (by quite a bit!) but it isn't girls that I want to snog, is it? It's Moony, and quite funny really. I can snog most of the girls in this school (and even some boys) whenever I want, but when I really do want to snog somebody-- they aren't interested.

At least, I don't think that he's interested. I haven't exactly told him, so I'm not too sure... Oh. I forgot, I have something really important to tell you. It's possibly the most depressing thing that anybody's ever said to me in my entire life, even worse than when my parents used to spout off about me being a failure; Remus called me, and I quote : "the best friend ever.' Friend? FRIEND!? I was outraged. Atrociousised! Well, I don't think that that's actually a word... but you get the point! So we're just 'friends', are we?

Pfft. Remus can stick his supposed 'friendship' where the sun don't shine for all I care. I don't want friendship. I want a Remmy-bear that I can hug everyday, and snog 'til my heart's content. I want a brother that doesn't take it upon himself to sign a death sentence, and if it isn't too much to ask, I want a best friend that doesn't keep ditching me fore a bloody girl!

Ergh. It's so frustrating. Remus doesn't love me. James prefers Evan's company, and Regulus... never mind him. I don't care anyway, not really. I just hope... who cares anyway.

I should probably go now, I might ask Remus why I found you on his bed. My only reassurance is that he couldn't have read you; it's obviously a disappearing journal, and thank Merlin. I haven't figured out how to read what I've written yet, and quite frankly, I don't plan to. Too much at stake, you know?

So I'm going to go now, it's dinnertime. I have butt-cramps from sitting on the ground, and my hand's aching from writing. I'll try to write again tomorrow, but no promises. I was always useless at keeping journals.

Bye for now,

-Padfoot.