I'm Sirius (Sirius Black Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1 - Friends and Stupid Glaring Ladies

JK Rowling leaves many empty holes in the Mauraders' stories, Sirius Black in particular. This gives me reason to believe that perhaps this beautiful and talented author wanted us, her devoted readers, to create their own stories for her characters. That is why I have decided to do just that, create Sirius Black's very own story. I plan to use as many facts as possible in the makings of this book but please do not get upset if I go off the trail a little bit. Thank you for reading this book (or simply the introduction) and I hope you enjoy it. 

-S.E.A

Meet Evelina V. Edens, an 11-year-old witch. Evelina isn't much to look at, not because she is unattractive, but because she is so abnormally normal. At the height of 4' 6", Evelina manages to escape notice in crowds quite easily. Her quite average dirty blond (almost brown) hair falls down just past her shoulders and her light blue doe eyes are perfectly proportional to the rest of her face. Evelina has thick eyebrows, long but light eyelashes, and a small splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Often her scrawniness fools everyone around her into believing Evelina to be weak but she is, in fact, a talented quidditch player with dreams of being on the team at Hogwarts. When she gets her letter, Evelina is nothing less than elated to attend the school of her dreams and (hopefully) make new friends.

Seeing as her father is a wizard, Evelina always knew of her magical blood and had long awaited the day she would turn 11. Due to her mother's extreme muggle qualities, Evelina had grown up with a splendid mixture of muggle and wizard objects. This, of course, led to her being a massive book nerd and music lover on top of quidditch fanatic. Follow Evelina as she journey's through her years at Hogwarts with love, mystery, and unbreakable friendship.

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Evelina's POV:

It was early Saturday morning when I felt myself slowly rise from a deep sleep with an annoying voice seemingly speaking through a tunnel far off in the distance. I tried to fall back into my slumber but this voice grew louder and louder as until a dull thudding sound brought me to my senses. Painfully, I forced my eyes open only to be blinded by bright light and the sight of a teenage boy whapping me on the head with a rolled up Daily Prophet.

"James, what the hell are you doing?!" Now, I know many girls would probably die of happiness to be woken up by James Potter, but I can not join this happiness parade. That would be because James is more like my brother than anything else. I cannot deny that he is handsome, I just also know he's an annoying git. Especially when he is the reason why I left my beautiful dreams for this crazy world.

"Aw, don't be mean Evie. Mum told me to wake you up." I glared at him as my eyes started adjusting to the sun and he simply smiled back cheekily. I sighed and sat up, throwing my covers off of my body.

"James, I wouldn't care if your mum told you to slay a dragon. All I care about is that I am awake because some bratty boy decided to drag me from lalaland with the help of The Daily Prophet!" I don't know if it was the grim set of my mouth or possibly my tightened fist, but James took a subtle step back.

"You weren't waking up," He protested. "I-I think I should go now." With that, dearest James bolted for the door before I could grab him and raced down the hallway. I sighed and shook my head. That poor, stupid boy, how could he ever think that I would not extract revenge? I immediately began to mull over ideas for payback as I grabbed my bathrobe from the hook next to my bed and left my room for breakfast.

Perhaps I could tweak his shampoo, or add itching powder to his clothes. These thoughts suddenly flitted away when the heavenly smell of waffles wafted up the stairs and towards me. Happily, I followed James' example and ran to the table. Once I entered my favorite spot in the house, the kitchen, I was greeted by my whole family sitting down and serving themselves.