Dear Diary,
Ah yes, another summer day in London.
How I longed for these moments each night. Where no orb of silver light could touch me. I could be safe. Safe....and those around me would be safe from me.
I walked through the streets, gazing around at the buildings I knew from my childhood trips into the large metropolis, later coming into the magical village of Diagon Alley. I always enjoyed the latter more. The humble cobblestones leading up to every shop that brought me the most extreme enjoyment. Walking into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor first, my aunt (The only non-muggle in the family who cared to come near me. I lived with her when I turned 10) giving me a couple sickles to get myself a cone of vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. That was always a pick-me-up. Striding jubily into Flourish and Blotts to purchase a little tome for myself, allowing reality to disappear into the realm of my imagination. My good friend, the written word. Also buying a couple textbooks for school, often using hand-me-downs from Aunt Carol.
Buying my robes....getting a broom for my 15th birthday...Oh, I'm sorry, I was skipping quite far ahead of myself, wasn't I? Back to the present. You're probably wondering why I am keeping a diary? Simple, really....I will tell you right now that I am...a werewolf...
And I think that's all I want to say on this, lest I blacken this poor page with my depression. You see, the transformation is always MUCH worse when you have feelings in you that aren't exactly...happy. You tend to take out your anger on more things, causing more destruction than usual. Dumbledore knew this, and he asked me if it'd make things easier to keep a diary. I thought about it and it seemed like a good idea to put all your depression, anger, and other thoughts into something that couldn't be hurt. Keep things safe, once again. I had done that until I was 12, and then I didn't need to any more....Now I might have to.
My old friend...who USED to be very dear to me, committed a crime that in the Muggle's world would mean death. Sadly he got something worse...No, I can't say sadly any more. I cannot assume that he did the right thing. I cannot lie to myself. Sirius DID hand in James...And he killed all those people, including Peter...I cannot forgive him, no matter how much I want to. No matter how often my heart tells me it wasn't him....
Well, he was found out...And put in Azkaban... A rather terrible place...Dementors dwell there, sucking out every bit of sanity you might have had before you entered into the stone prison. I can only try to imagine. Well...I suppose he wasn't quite effected, because he escaped...
And I think he's after Harry Potter....Maybe I can help? Maybe Dumbledore will accept me back into Hogwarts, this time not as a student, but a teacher?
I'll see...
Remus J. Lupin
Dear Diary,
I got the job! I didn't even have to give him a whole resume or ANYTHING! I am now a Defense Against Dark Arts professor. I can keep myself away from them the same way I had before, I think. Or prehaps, if I get lucky enough, the Potions professor might help me with my....abnormality. I wonder who he/she is? I have to make somewhat of a good impression my first day back. I cannot wait to be there, back in tose lusterous halls with it's enchanted pictures and bewitched statues....I hope I remember the secret passage into the Womping Willow...Did Filch ever destroy the Marauder's Map?
I guess I'll see... Remus J. Lupin
Dear Diary,
Well! I have survived the day's trip into Hogwarts! Let me give you the details...just for fun
After getting all my supplies together at the hotel I went to King's Cross and crossed the barrier onto Platform 9 3/4. I...ran into the wall a couple times...but I made it through anyway. It's hard to do it after so long, you know. I must have looked rather mentally ill...
I came into an abandoned compartment, thank God. I hadn't slept all night. I suppose I was er--excited. Anyway, I walked in, threw myself on the red cushioned seat, leaned my head to the window, and fell asleep. I heard feet shuffling into the compartment, I paid it no mind. Voices heard talking, a mention of "R.J.Lupin"...who was that? Oh....that was me. They probably spotted my briefcase. No matter. A loud whistle. A very piercing whistle. Oh...it's gone now...The sound of paws jumping around the compartment? Padfoot?...no, stop, Remus. He's not going to come, he will be captured... A familiar squeal of fright. ...A rodent of some sort, I should think. So, something with paws, most likely a cat, chasing a rodent, with what I should imagine to be a Sneakoscope in the room that---2 people inhabited? No...3? There were 2 boys and one girl. No, I heard another voice. That which reminded me a lot of Lucius Malfoy. Three people arguing. Oh yes, the school year has started off rather strangely. I suppose I made some sort of noise, because within seconds they had become silent.
Unusual silence. A silence I do not wish to remember. I seemed to have gone back to my memories, my horrific thoughts of the terror I might have caused....Terror I did cause. The Shrieking Shack...Clawing at the furniture, mutilating myself to keep from destroying others... It wasn't happening now, was it? The moon couldn't have come so early? Why had the train stopped? I was still in the compartment, right? I was imagining this...It's not real, Remus. Wake up...wake up!
I looked around only to see...darkness. I suppose I told them to be quiet and illuminated the room to see what was going on, I was still a bit drowsy. The door slid open to reveal...A Dementor? What was a---oh, yes. One of the new guards of Hogwarts---Oh, no.
It struck me that it wasn't a good thing to have a dementor around, especially if the Dementor is looking for Sirius. Bad sign. I was about to sit down but I couldn't. I wouldn't let myself. I found myself summoning a Patronus, almost against my will. Why didn't I just let him look for Sirius? Why won't I allow myself to JUST LET HIM GO!?...
Because after the Dementor left I saw the other inhabitants of the compartment I was in.
A red haired boy, most likely a Weasley, with what appeared to be his sister. A round-faced and shocked boy who was looking around him, stunned. A girl with bushy brown hair, pale as the others. Someone on the ground, his glasses askew and----James?
No...Not James....His son? Harry! Oh, gods, I better go get some chocolate.
I walked to my briefcase and opened it, getting some chocolate as the others talked nervously about the creature that walked in. I broke the chocolate and gave some to them, walking up to the driver.
"Um--Excuse me, bu--"
"Eh? Wha? Oh, yeah, what?" The driver turned around and looked at me disgustedly. Pretty ironic, seeing how he--Sorry, sorry, I'll continue. Anyhow, he put down his cigar and hiked up his sagging suspendered trousers, continuing to glare me up and down.
"Sorry, sir, but I was just asking--"
"Ah yeah, Yer gonna ask abit dem Dementers, ain'cha? You prefessers are alwas askin' so mnny quessins. Yer Prefesser Loopy, aren'cha?"
"Well, sir--"He continued to look at me, making me rather uncomfortable. I just cleared my throat and tried to keep a polite manner. "Sir, I was going to ask you if you knew how many compartments the--"
"Egh, I knew you'd ask abit dem. If I wisn' up 'ere drivin', I'm shore I culd help yeh," he replied, coldly and hoarsely.
I just smiled at the look on his face as he turned around and itched his wife-beater shirt with a grimy, gnarled hand. I turned around, knowing I couldn't get any information about the Dementors, why they were there, and if any other compartment was effected. I nodded and walked out as quietly as I could, mumbling a small "Thank you."
"We reech 'Ogwertz in ten minnets!" He shouted at me, I nodded, again, and repeated my gratitude.
Coming back into the room, looking rather exasperated and annoyed, I found all the small eyes of the childern on me. I smiled meekly and saw they hadn't touched the chocolate.
"I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know...."
Well, I had better go. We reach " 'Ogwertz in ten minnets!". Heh, be sure to write the remainder of the day down later.
Remus J. Lupin, aka Prefesser Loopy
Ah yes, another summer day in London.
How I longed for these moments each night. Where no orb of silver light could touch me. I could be safe. Safe....and those around me would be safe from me.
I walked through the streets, gazing around at the buildings I knew from my childhood trips into the large metropolis, later coming into the magical village of Diagon Alley. I always enjoyed the latter more. The humble cobblestones leading up to every shop that brought me the most extreme enjoyment. Walking into Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor first, my aunt (The only non-muggle in the family who cared to come near me. I lived with her when I turned 10) giving me a couple sickles to get myself a cone of vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. That was always a pick-me-up. Striding jubily into Flourish and Blotts to purchase a little tome for myself, allowing reality to disappear into the realm of my imagination. My good friend, the written word. Also buying a couple textbooks for school, often using hand-me-downs from Aunt Carol.
Buying my robes....getting a broom for my 15th birthday...Oh, I'm sorry, I was skipping quite far ahead of myself, wasn't I? Back to the present. You're probably wondering why I am keeping a diary? Simple, really....I will tell you right now that I am...a werewolf...
And I think that's all I want to say on this, lest I blacken this poor page with my depression. You see, the transformation is always MUCH worse when you have feelings in you that aren't exactly...happy. You tend to take out your anger on more things, causing more destruction than usual. Dumbledore knew this, and he asked me if it'd make things easier to keep a diary. I thought about it and it seemed like a good idea to put all your depression, anger, and other thoughts into something that couldn't be hurt. Keep things safe, once again. I had done that until I was 12, and then I didn't need to any more....Now I might have to.
My old friend...who USED to be very dear to me, committed a crime that in the Muggle's world would mean death. Sadly he got something worse...No, I can't say sadly any more. I cannot assume that he did the right thing. I cannot lie to myself. Sirius DID hand in James...And he killed all those people, including Peter...I cannot forgive him, no matter how much I want to. No matter how often my heart tells me it wasn't him....
Well, he was found out...And put in Azkaban... A rather terrible place...Dementors dwell there, sucking out every bit of sanity you might have had before you entered into the stone prison. I can only try to imagine. Well...I suppose he wasn't quite effected, because he escaped...
And I think he's after Harry Potter....Maybe I can help? Maybe Dumbledore will accept me back into Hogwarts, this time not as a student, but a teacher?
I'll see...
Remus J. Lupin
Dear Diary,
I got the job! I didn't even have to give him a whole resume or ANYTHING! I am now a Defense Against Dark Arts professor. I can keep myself away from them the same way I had before, I think. Or prehaps, if I get lucky enough, the Potions professor might help me with my....abnormality. I wonder who he/she is? I have to make somewhat of a good impression my first day back. I cannot wait to be there, back in tose lusterous halls with it's enchanted pictures and bewitched statues....I hope I remember the secret passage into the Womping Willow...Did Filch ever destroy the Marauder's Map?
I guess I'll see... Remus J. Lupin
Dear Diary,
Well! I have survived the day's trip into Hogwarts! Let me give you the details...just for fun
After getting all my supplies together at the hotel I went to King's Cross and crossed the barrier onto Platform 9 3/4. I...ran into the wall a couple times...but I made it through anyway. It's hard to do it after so long, you know. I must have looked rather mentally ill...
I came into an abandoned compartment, thank God. I hadn't slept all night. I suppose I was er--excited. Anyway, I walked in, threw myself on the red cushioned seat, leaned my head to the window, and fell asleep. I heard feet shuffling into the compartment, I paid it no mind. Voices heard talking, a mention of "R.J.Lupin"...who was that? Oh....that was me. They probably spotted my briefcase. No matter. A loud whistle. A very piercing whistle. Oh...it's gone now...The sound of paws jumping around the compartment? Padfoot?...no, stop, Remus. He's not going to come, he will be captured... A familiar squeal of fright. ...A rodent of some sort, I should think. So, something with paws, most likely a cat, chasing a rodent, with what I should imagine to be a Sneakoscope in the room that---2 people inhabited? No...3? There were 2 boys and one girl. No, I heard another voice. That which reminded me a lot of Lucius Malfoy. Three people arguing. Oh yes, the school year has started off rather strangely. I suppose I made some sort of noise, because within seconds they had become silent.
Unusual silence. A silence I do not wish to remember. I seemed to have gone back to my memories, my horrific thoughts of the terror I might have caused....Terror I did cause. The Shrieking Shack...Clawing at the furniture, mutilating myself to keep from destroying others... It wasn't happening now, was it? The moon couldn't have come so early? Why had the train stopped? I was still in the compartment, right? I was imagining this...It's not real, Remus. Wake up...wake up!
I looked around only to see...darkness. I suppose I told them to be quiet and illuminated the room to see what was going on, I was still a bit drowsy. The door slid open to reveal...A Dementor? What was a---oh, yes. One of the new guards of Hogwarts---Oh, no.
It struck me that it wasn't a good thing to have a dementor around, especially if the Dementor is looking for Sirius. Bad sign. I was about to sit down but I couldn't. I wouldn't let myself. I found myself summoning a Patronus, almost against my will. Why didn't I just let him look for Sirius? Why won't I allow myself to JUST LET HIM GO!?...
Because after the Dementor left I saw the other inhabitants of the compartment I was in.
A red haired boy, most likely a Weasley, with what appeared to be his sister. A round-faced and shocked boy who was looking around him, stunned. A girl with bushy brown hair, pale as the others. Someone on the ground, his glasses askew and----James?
No...Not James....His son? Harry! Oh, gods, I better go get some chocolate.
I walked to my briefcase and opened it, getting some chocolate as the others talked nervously about the creature that walked in. I broke the chocolate and gave some to them, walking up to the driver.
"Um--Excuse me, bu--"
"Eh? Wha? Oh, yeah, what?" The driver turned around and looked at me disgustedly. Pretty ironic, seeing how he--Sorry, sorry, I'll continue. Anyhow, he put down his cigar and hiked up his sagging suspendered trousers, continuing to glare me up and down.
"Sorry, sir, but I was just asking--"
"Ah yeah, Yer gonna ask abit dem Dementers, ain'cha? You prefessers are alwas askin' so mnny quessins. Yer Prefesser Loopy, aren'cha?"
"Well, sir--"He continued to look at me, making me rather uncomfortable. I just cleared my throat and tried to keep a polite manner. "Sir, I was going to ask you if you knew how many compartments the--"
"Egh, I knew you'd ask abit dem. If I wisn' up 'ere drivin', I'm shore I culd help yeh," he replied, coldly and hoarsely.
I just smiled at the look on his face as he turned around and itched his wife-beater shirt with a grimy, gnarled hand. I turned around, knowing I couldn't get any information about the Dementors, why they were there, and if any other compartment was effected. I nodded and walked out as quietly as I could, mumbling a small "Thank you."
"We reech 'Ogwertz in ten minnets!" He shouted at me, I nodded, again, and repeated my gratitude.
Coming back into the room, looking rather exasperated and annoyed, I found all the small eyes of the childern on me. I smiled meekly and saw they hadn't touched the chocolate.
"I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know...."
Well, I had better go. We reach " 'Ogwertz in ten minnets!". Heh, be sure to write the remainder of the day down later.
Remus J. Lupin, aka Prefesser Loopy