I'm Remus Lupin. Aged 18. House of Gryffindor.

I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is where I met my best friends. Their names are Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew. You probably know them better as our nicknames for each other. Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail. I'm Moony to them.

If a Muggle were ever to read this they'd think my life was extraordinary. I can cast scorching spells and brew healing potions. I can fly a broom pretty well-but not as well as James. I'm not a Muggle, though, so I don't think this life is anything to be thrilled about. But I'm not even a wizard, either, in the eyes of some people. Did you know that?

I've got this problem. It's like... A rash that never goes away. I can cover it up most of the time. But sometimes, when I'm unlucky, they catch a glimpse and recoil from me immediately. That's why I've kept it a secret, and always plan to. I can count on two hands how many people know what I am.

My life isn't all Butterbeer and chocolate frogs, you know. Even with the apparating and charms. Because like I said, anyone who would happen to find out my secret would hate me for what I am. Here's an example. This is a true story.

I was laying in the Hospital Wing. Long deep scratches and scars were freshly imprinted all over my body, and they all stung. Combine that with the aching pain in all of my muscles, the burn the sun gave my eyes since it was so high in the sky, and the fact that I was dead tired, and I bet you can imagine what I must've felt like. But that's hard to imagine, right? That's my point.

Suddenly some of my last rays of happiness opened the doors and ran up to my bedside. No, not literally, metaphorically.

"How're you feeling, Moony? We tried to come earlier but they wouldn't let us in," Padfoot said.

"Don't be stupid Padfoot. He's practically dead!" Prongs laughed at him. He gave Padfoot a slap on the back and Padfoot gave him a mischievous scowl.

"I... I hope you're alright," Wormtail said.

I smiled at all of them. "Thanks- thanks guys. I'm alright. Just need recoveri-"

The doors opened and Lily Evans rushed in, her cheeks flushed red of embarrassment, anger, or worry, I couldn't tell. But Padfoot and I's eyes immediately flicked over to Prongs, who was smoothing his hair out and smiling.

I looked back to Lily. She was already beside me, inches from my face. "Remus!" she yelled, "do you always have to cause trouble with your stupid problems?!"

"Lily," Prongs said, "trouble is our middle names."

She snapped back, her hair as fiery as her eyes, "Shut it, Potter!"

"What do you mean Lily?" I asked before the lovebirds could bicker some more.

"It's Severus," she said, suddenly becoming much more solemn. Her brows came together an upwards. "I don't think you remember, Remus. But last night he saw you running into the Whomping Willow, and now he knows."

"Oh, yeah, that?! He doesn't matter! Who cares if he knows?" Prongs retorted.

"Um... The everybody, maybe? Think about it James. if he knows, then he could tell the entire school about Remus. And..." she shivered. So did I. Her voice became much more quiet. "And if everyone knows, then who knows what they'll treat Remus like. People have known to torture people like him, just for fun. A werewolf."

Oh Merlin, did I just write that down? I'm burning this later. But that was my 5th year, that happened. Now, I'm in the 7th year, and Severus Snape has yet to leak my lycanthropy to the school. Even though I dislike him, I have to give him credit for keeping that a secret. Because my life could be led to complete destruction if anyone knew about me except for my family and friends.