I feel the pain of being loathed by my best friend. I'll make my death worth while. I can promise myself that." Rated T for hints of suicide.

This is me ATTEMPTING to write a Sirius Black fanfic! Don't read it if you want a real story. However I encourage you to laugh at my failure. Siriusly.

I knew I had to keep my promise, especially for him. He was pretty much everthing to me, and I was not prepared to any degree to lose him, or my own mind."

“Yes Sirius I saw it. And I don't know if you should be having treats. Remember what happened last time in the common room?” “Hey, I only sent 9 people to the hospital wing, it was nothing like in herbology.”

“Hell no!” retorted Mme Rosmerta. “You're drunk enough as it is! You won't be getting anymore drinks from me!” “But Mme Rosmerta.” I began, a devious grin forming on my face. “We are customers, you must comply to our needs.” Rated T for butterbeer abuse.

It was March 20th , Padfoot's birthday, when the accident occurred."

"Padfoot, there is a very good reason why you are not to know what's inside this box, besides, curiosity killed the Black." Rated T for mild violence, and because I feel like it ;

"Attending my best friends' funeral today was not part of my plan to begin the summer holiday. I never thought the day would come that I would have to burry Sirius Black, the greatest mischief-maker in Hogwarts." Rated "T" for death related content

What could possibly happen if Sirius's mother was refused to purchase a motorcycle for him? Only the worst...

Now then", continued Harry calmly. "Tonight, Draco and I will be discussing whether witches and wizards under 16 should be able to drink Fire whisky... legally."