Dedicated to, GryffindorQueen20

AUTHORS NOTE;
I UPDATE EVERY THURSDAY, I UPDATED ON A TUESDAY THIS WEEK BECAUSE I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING ELSE
ON THURSDAY! SOMETHING WILL STILL COME OUT FOR THIS BOOK ON THURSDAY!

My Dear Readers,

    I have gone to all the trouble of interviewing Sirius Black himself, (Fake Hogwarts, GryffindorQueen20).

He has bestowed upon me the knowledge of his tragic and interesting life. Be it known that he will always be remembered!

How I came upon meeting Mr. Black is a hilariously ridiculous tale. The two of us were and still are, constantly visiting the 'Fake Hogwarts' account set up by the Harry Potter himself.

We were discussing the finer points of certain spells, when I looked into his beaming eyes, and saw the passion glistening beneath them.

I simply had to interview him! We sat down, and he began to spin his life stories into a figurative tapestry of him that I studied.

It was simply remarkable! Never had I seen such an earnest respect for those he loved! The man that is Sirius Black, is a true artist with words, a poet!

I asked him a simple question, one explaining my wonder of how he felt about Harry basically reliving Sirius's life. Through the eyes of a child, Sirius was reborn.

I wondered what emotions were raging through him life a fiery storm!

Was he burning with jealousy?

Turning with glee?

His response was anything but simple:
He admired the boy, but wondered about his place as a father figure! He explained to me, about his burning pride and upmost respect for the small Harry Child, but also about how he felt nervous of Harry taking his spot in life!

I assured him everything would be okay, and that Harry and Sirius were two different people, but how correct were my abundantly spectacular words?

I then asked him of which way he felt about being locked in Azkaban, when he was far from the dreadful valley of guilt. His words spoke wonders to my soul, and once again, complicatedly strew my heart to the ground in fragments of what it once was.

He said to me, voice barley above a husky whisper. He spoke of how he had been crushed with the guilt of his many past transgressions, whether they were the reason for being sent to Azkaban, or not. The cocooning sensation had been a hard thing for Sirius's broken and lonely mind.

We moved onto another question, as tears streamed down the face of a broken and bent angle.

I inquired about how he acted when Snape, disregarded his good friend, Lily Potter.

Sirius had a grave expression following my inquiry.

He did not answer, and I gladly rephrased my question.

What did he feel about Snape?

He answered, with a burning desire to kill, about how Snape crushed dreams and made life a living room heck. (I do not cuss in my stories for underaged wizards might pick something up that they should not repeat.)

I saw the anger in his eyes, my dear Sirius, and instantly knew that this was going to be a magnificent article!

So here I am now, writing this intriguing story, of Sirius's life, and I have on more question; Where are you right now?

(Rhetorical Question)

Thank you Wizards and Witches!

~Rita Skeeter (@Lashagore)