September 1st, 1972.
Slytherin. The word just keeps echoing in my head, as well as the look on my brothers face. He looked almost ashamed of me as I slowly walked towards the Slytherin table, and towards my dreaded cousins. The disappointment I was feeling wasn't evident on my face. But at least mum and dad will be proud, right? but Sirius isn't. I don't know which is worse. Why can't I just be like Sirius? With his stupid friends, be a stupid gryffindor, be the black heir. be something other than "little black". Why can't I live the life others live, why can't my life be as simple as James potters? Sirius's new brother apparently. It's like I don't bloody matter .
If I right more I'm afraid tears will start spilling and I can't be seen as weak in front of my new dorm mates.
Goodnight.
R.A.B
