A/N: Raise your hand if you thought I gave up on this and disappeared off the face of the earth. I'm really sorry it took so long for me to get this up. I've had 3.5 billion other things to do and not nearly enough time in which to do them, but I promised I would write this and I will. As I've said before, it won't be as long as the first one and probably not as good, but I hope you enjoy it just the same. And review! Please!
September 2, 1971
Dear Journal,
I'm not even sure I should be writing this. Animals don't write in journals. I don't even know where this book came from. It just...appeared here. All this stuff just appeared here. For a long time I didn't even touch anything. It scared me that this could even happen. I thought this was supposed to be my cage. But it doesn't look anything like a cage anymore. It looks like a nice living room or a library or something. Before there was just my cot and the chains that hold me to the wall, but the room is bigger now, fit for a human, not a werewolf. There's a really warm fireplace, bookcases with so many books, and a really nice rug with a sofa and a few armchairs. I'm sitting in one now, even though I'm not sure I should be. Animals aren't supposed to sit in chairs. Well...Sirius let me sit on the sofa in his room. And he said it was okay for me to use the human bathroom this morning. I don't understand why this room keeps making things for me. I don't need them. I hope it's okay that I'm using them. Like this journal. But I don't think it belongs to anyone. It's empty, anyway, and it opened for me. On the back cover it says it's enchanted so only it's owner can open it. I didn't think it would open when I tried it; I was just curious. Maybe the spell doesn't even apply to me because I'm a werewolf. Would someone else be able to open and read this if they found it? Maybe I should just stop.
But I guess it doesn't really matter. Besides, I'm going to be in my cage all the time anyway. I don't know if anyone else can find this when we leave to go back to Sirius's house, but while I'm here I'll be able to keep an eye on it. I'll do it, I will keep writing.
I didn't find this journal until today, but yesterday, my master and I arrived at Hogwarts. My master's name is Sirius and he is a wizard, so he's coming here to learn magic. I'm very excited for him. My father was a wizard, and my mother was a witch. I would have been a wizard, too, if I hadn't been bitten and become a werewolf. When I was very little, when I still lived with my parents, I'd been excited to learn magic, too. Then I got the bite and moved to the Containment Center and knew I would never be able to.
I was able to come to Hogwarts, though! I never thought that would be possible, but it is! I'm here! Last night I ate in the Great Hall with all the real students. I can't go to classes or anything, of course, but it's exciting just to be here. I never thought it would be possible, I thought I'd spend the rest of my life in the Containment Center.
When Sirius and his father first came and got me, at first I didn't really care. I saw them standing outside my cage, talking about me, but I didn't realize me life would be so different. I thought they would just put me in a different cage, somewhere else. A cage is a cage, whether it's in the Containment Center or anywhere else. And I do have a cage at Sirius's home, but he lets me out of it all the time.
Sirius is the best master ever. He treats me...with respect, I guess. And affection. When I first found out they were buying me, I didn't care because I thought he'd treat me the same as the Containment Center workers. But he doesn't. He gives me food and chocolate, he talks to me, and he pets me. I love when he pets me. I was so surprised when he did it the very first day. I hadn't felt a touch like that since I lived with my parents. He reminds me of them, sort of, or what my life was like with them. It was so long ago and I was so little that I don't remember that much of it, but I know I was loved, and that changed after I was bitten. Now, with Sirius as my master, I sort of feel that again, almost. It's not the same as it was before, because of course you can't love a pet the same way you love a child. But it's still so much more than I ever got before he got me. I love Sirius so much. He's the kindest person I've ever met. I hope he's my master for the rest of my life.
–Moony
September 5, 1971
Dear Journal,
Well, I understand now how you appeared. Professor Dumbledore came in last night and explained to Sirius and I that my cage, the Room of Requirement, gives the people in it whatever they ask for. So when I needed to use the bathroom, a bathroom came, and when I wished I had something to do, bookshelves appeared, and this journal. I still don't understand where everything came from, but I guess that's the way it is with magic.
Tonight is the full moon. I can already feel it. But it shouldn't be as bad here as it was in the center. Of course, it's always painful for me, but I liked it better at Sirius's house, where I didn't have to hear the screaming and howling of everyone else. It will probably be the same here.
I like it much better here than at the center even the rest of the month. I got nervous when Sirius took me to his common room—everyone stared at me, but I can understand why. It's still better than there. I get to leave my cage every single day, more than once a day. I get to eat food that's better than anything I've ever tasted. And Sirius talks to me. Even though today and yesterday were weekends and he could have spent the time with his new friends, he came to visit me for awhile. I don't understand why he treats me so well. He treats me better than I deserve. I'm so lucky that he chose me out of all the werewolves that were there. I'm the luckiest werewolf in the world to have Sirius as my master. I love him.
–Moony