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Dear Sirius,
I miss you, I'm sorry I spent so long believing you were evil, I should have known you were better than that, you wouldn't have killed James and Lily. But I didn't. For 12 whole years I thought you murdered our best friends, and now you're the one murdered.
Fuck Bellatrix. Fuck Peter.
I never thought we'd end up like this. That day, all those years ago, when, after talking in the train and having loads of fun, we went into the boat. In the boat we started telling eachother about ourselves. You hadn't told me your name so I didn't know you came from one of the most powerful, dark, pureblood families. You never told me why but I assume it's because you were ashamed of your family. I obviously also didn't tell you everything about me. About how I got these scars across my body, though you could only see my face scars. Instead we told eachother what our favourite colours were, stuff like that.
I still remember yours was blue. My last birthday, you remembered mine was yellow. You snuck out of Grimmwauld Place as a dog to get me a yellow photobook with all our pictures. I was angry but so thankful. That was typical for us, you doing a stupid thing and me being angry at you for doing said stupid thing, which is impressive because I'm known for doing stupid things.
When we arrived at the sorting ceremony, you got sorted before me.
"Black, Sirius!" Called McGonagall out. And, of course, I was shocked, and my face apparently showed that, considering how you looked after looking at me. You looked...ashamed? I couldn't tell, but I could tell it was negative, but even then I didn't think you were a bad person, I knew you weren't.
No one was really paying attention, they all knew where you were going to land. Slytherin.
"Gryffindor!"
The hall was silent, until a boy with black hair and glasses further down the line started clapping. I looked over at him and started clapping too. Slowly most people in line were clapping and the entire table of Gryffindor. I could tell you were both happy and very scared, I wondered why. But that was because I was a stupid 11 year old boy. You were scared of what your parents would do. Your Slytherin family. But I was young and stupid.
You sat down at Gryffindor table and one by one the people in front of me got sorted. Eventually I sat down and the sorting hat didn't even hesitate, I walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to you.
"Gryffindor for life," I shot finger guns at you and you laughed.
"You're pathetic," Your eyes got brighter and I acted as if I was offended.
"Gasp, how dare you!" I wiped away a non-existent tear. "I have never been so hurt by someone so stupid."
The boy who was the first to start clapping got sorted into Gryffindor, James Potter. He sat across from us and stuck out his hand for us to shake, I shook it first and felt a shock go through my arm and pulled my arm away, yelping. James laughed and held open his hand to show a disintegrating button.
"Got it from Zonkos," He grinned.
"We're going to be best friends," You stated.
After supper we went to our new dormitory with Peter Pettigrew. We all started getting settled in except for you, you were just looking out the window. After a bit James asked what you were doing and you went on a small tangent about the Womping Willow.
"I wonder why they even planted that tree in the first place, because it's just a blatant safety hazard. Meaning it has to be hiding something doesn't it?"
You saw that as a challenge, but considering it was planted because I came here, I was worried you'd find out, so until you really did find out, I did everything to keep it a secret, from telling you it's nothing to worry about to throwing eggs at your head. And it worked, somehow, although you didn't quite like having egg yolk on your head, and understandable. I still have no idea how you didn't realise it was me sooner. But thankful? If you weren't as close with me, you probably wouldn't have been as accepting.
I never really knew what was going on in your head, but whenever you got a letter from your family you wouldn't let me read it and just threw it away after opening. But I didn't ask, because I could tell you wouldn't want to tell me, even if I was a stupid child.
We quickly became best friends; you, me, James, and Peter. Within weeks we weren't going to be seen without eachother. Except on full moons of course, the first time I blamed it on just wanting to be alone, because even though I was an extroverted 11 year old, no one knew that yet. But it got harder to hide as we grew closer. Once I even ended up just going without an excuse because I had no idea what to say. But you all didn't connect the dots between my disappearances and the full moon, which I'm thankful for. I guess you were also young and stupid.