Summary: What if Sirius had a daughter? What would she be like? Jenna Black has been best friends with Harry Potter for as long as she can remember. This is her story of how she came to meet him and how their lives became inadvertently linked as they went through Hogwarts together. This is the Diary of an Orphan.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters apart from the ones you don't recognise. Unfortunately, I'm not JK Rowling glares. And sorry for the bad beginning but I was watching Spider-man when I started this fic hence the cliché start. There may also be bits from either the books or the films in later chapters but who knows what I'll write. Even I don't. On the pureblood note, I didn't know Lupin was a half-blood so I kept him as a pureblood, simply cause I think he should be one. Enjoy! ;)


Who am I? You sure you wanna know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale, if somebody said my life was free of fear and danger, if somebody told you I was just your average, ordinary girl, not a care in the world … somebody lied.

I guess I should start from the beginning, seeing as that's usually a good place to start. Perhaps I also better introduce myself or you'll think these are just the ramblings of a nineteen year old girl who has nothing better to do with her time.

My name is Jenna Black and I'm part of a large community hidden away from all those who are different; I'm part of the wizarding world since I'm a witch, a pure-blood at that. My father, if you haven't guessed already is, or was depending on your perspective, Sirius Black. He married my mother when they were only a year out of Hogwarts, two for my Dad. She was called Tala Lupin, Remus Lupin's younger sister, therefore making him my uncle and a man I'm truly grateful towards.

Everyone knows what Dad was like. He and his best friend from school, James Potter, were the ringleaders of the Marauders. They and their other two friends, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, would run riot round the school, James and Dad doing most of the dirty work. Dad had shoulder length black hair which fell neatly into place which I inherited and cool grey eyes. He also had his mischief making tendencies and cheeky grin which, according to Lupin, I've also got.

Being a Marauder was how he met my Mum, Tala. She was in the year below them at Hogwarts and sister of his best friend, Remus, as I've already told you. She had waist-length auburn hair, a thin figure and startling blue eyes. When they first met, my Mum was so forward that she cheekily kissed him, leaving him speechless and hooked for life. She was always around them whether it be with her brother, teasing James as she and Lily were best friends, or later in her first year, becoming a Marauder herself when Dad and James learnt of Remus's "furry little problem" as they called it and discovered her to be a rare type of Animagus. I won't get into that now though. They got together in her fourth year, his fifth, after an argument with a certain Slytherin I shouldn't need to mention and were together ever since.

Lupin, now he was the sensible one of the gang with his aging mousy brown hair and cool eyes. He was intelligent and "tried" to keep out of some of the pranks Dad and James pulled even if he found them hilarious himself. He was always there for his friends and his sister like he was for me. He did fail though in his task to try and keep Mum from breaking the rules but with him as an example, well, let's just say he eventually gave up.

I owe so much to my uncle. He raised me and helped me get through Hogwarts. Without him, I don't know where I'd be. Probably still where I was all those years ago. He helped me through difficult times and was always there for me when I needed him. He showed me how to believe and trust in my own abilities. But my life at the start was not full of magical creatures and spells and enchantments like what I know now. My life was very different yet … somewhat similar, to a boy we all know: Harry Potter.

This is my diary: the Diary of an Orphan.