Okay, so this is my story about Remus John Lupin and how i think his 3rd year went and what he went through and all that good stuff. It starts off all angsty but it gets better!

So here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Ever had one of those feelings where you just want to give up and give in to the world. Had a feeling like no one understands you. You just want to go somewhere secluded to be alone by your self so no one can hurt you and you can't hurt anyone. To just let the darkness take you away to a different world…to take you away, form everything. That's how I feel at this moment in time. For you see, I'm a werewolf by the name of Remus John Lupin and the world and society I live in has got it in for me.

Ever since I was young 'God' has never liked me. My mother died when I was a young lad around two, so I was left in the care of my father who two years later had a row with a werewolf and had me bitten. Now you see, my life has never had many happy moments. I can only recall 2 those being when Albus Dumbledore accepted me to his school so that I could get a proper education, the other is when I finally had friends, someone to talk to, hang out with, share secrets with…well secrets other than my lycanthropy, someone who I could just have a good time with. I considered myself lucky to have 3 great friends. Friends who I would do anything for, but it seems that they don't care oh so much for me, Remus Lupin poor little werewolf boy.

Just the other day I caught Sirius Black snogging the girl I had liked for the past three months in a broom cupboard. Then again I never did tell him that I liked her so I suppose it doesn't matter. I'm just one of the tag alongs in our group called The Marauders. People only know me because of James and Sirius otherwise I'd just be 'that shy and quiet kid'. I'm not good with speaking to large groups, I never really had a social life when I was young. Me and my father lived out of town because of my monthly condition, so the only people I really talked to was him.

Sometimes or perhaps most of the time I'd feel like a burden. I'm in everyone's way, if it weren't for me my father could have taken that job that he wanted and he'd probably be rich right now, James, Sirius and Peter wouldn't have to worry about me all the time and feel sorry for me because my mothers 'sick'. I feel completely and utterly terrible for using my dead mother as an excuse for where I go once a month. If she were alive… everything would be different…

Then again, they just found out about my 'disease' so now they know the truth and never want to speak to me again. There probably on there way to tell Professor Dumbledore that they want me out and he'll kick me out and I'll lose everything. Everything that I've had will be gone and my father will be ashamed about me again, as he will be for the rest of my pathetic life.

Which is why I'm sitting here on top of the astronomy tower thinking if I should jump or not. Who would care if on the front page of the Daily Prophet tomorrow its titled "3rd year werewolf jumped off astronomy tower!!" they'd probably think that it was a blessing that there's one less monster out there. No one would care I'd just be a conversation starter but no one would really care. No one cares about werewolves. Why would they, what's so special about us? Nothing, nothing at all were just monsters, blood thirsty monsters, day after day. Should I jump? Yes.

I hear someone coming probably 5th years coming up here to snog each other. Oh how I wish I could be a somebody, anybody. Someone that someone else cared about. But that'll never happen. Well if I'm going to jump now's the time to do it. Well good by cruel world hopefully in the afterlife you're more kind.

So that was chapter one the rest of the chapters will be much longer than this!

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jamiethemarauder