A/N I still don't own nothing cept the plot and that's nothing to boast
about
Hermione stepped into the library and headed to her usual corner table that had the best view of all three entrances and had the easiest access to her favorite Arithmacy books and resources.
She soon came across a symbol in her work that she didn't recognize and thought that it'd be best if she looked up just to be sure of herself. As she scanned the shelves for and "Arithmacy Dictionary", she spotted among the large volumes a thin brown leather cladded book that looked strangely out of place. She pulled it out and examined the cover closely. She distinguished right away that it had nothing to do with Arithmacy. This was in fact a diary. An older diary that had the year 1974 marked in neat block letter on the right corner, and on the left corner there were the initials but they had faded out so bad that only a solitary L was left and that too had limited days of existence.
Hermione opened to the first page:
January 1st, 1974
Hello my new diary. This is the beginning of a new year for me. Maybe even a new start. As I always do in countless diaries that I have had the honor of owning, I start each year by telling a little about myself. I keep thinking that if I do this I will find out some truth about myself that I have carelessly overlooked or was to arrogant or humble to notice. I was born December 4th of the year nineteen hundred and sixty and am currently 14 years. I attended Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry and am in the 4th year with my best friend in the whole world. In fact my only friends for that matter. Their names are James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Together we are the Maurders. James is the unofficial leader of all of us. He is always the sociable one that has all the girls hanging off him but we all know his heart belongs only to Lily Evens. Sirius is the goof ball. He always has the best pranks to pull and the funniest jokes to tell. He is damn funny even when he's not even trying to. He also is the kind of guy who is a major ladies man. He unlike James loves them all and says quite often "Ladies, Ladies there is enough Sirius for all of you to go around" I don't doubt that some weeks. Four girls in one week but the strange thing is, is that they never seem heartbroken by this. They just love him more. Maybe some things aren't meant to be understood. Then there is Peter. He is the quite boy that tries his hardest to fit in with the likes of James and Sirius. He never quit keeps up but we love him anyway. He's a good reminder of how we all are suppose to behave like "Good little Wizards" Lastly there is me. I am Remus Lupin and I'll say it right now so there are no surprises later on. I am a werewolf. I have been since I was a very small boy but we wont go into detail of how that unfortunate accident happened. It happened and that's all you really need to know. I am and what you would call the sensible and mature on the Maurders. I try to keep them in order and I try to talk reason into them but sometimes it doesn't work. On the other hand, sometimes I don't care and get into trouble myself. My friends know about me being a werewolf and all and they don't mind it at all. In fact I thing Peter is proud to have a "friend like me who can eat anyone who picks on him" as he so kindly puts it, not that I ever would attack someone. I would never forgive myself. I must go now but I'll write tomorrow.
Hermione's mouth dropped this was her own teachers diary from when he was at Hogwarts! Why was it in the library? Should she return it to him? Maybe he would be angry if she did give it back to him. After all, he only mentioned his name very late in the first entry and that meant that she had to have read the whole thing. This could be very personal to him. She went back to her table forgetting all about the dictionary she wanted and thought the situation through. She was going to keep it until she could sneak it into his classroom and put it on his desk with a note explaining what happened. Yeah that sounds good she thought as she put the diary into her bag and got up to go to her DADA class.
Hermione stepped into the library and headed to her usual corner table that had the best view of all three entrances and had the easiest access to her favorite Arithmacy books and resources.
She soon came across a symbol in her work that she didn't recognize and thought that it'd be best if she looked up just to be sure of herself. As she scanned the shelves for and "Arithmacy Dictionary", she spotted among the large volumes a thin brown leather cladded book that looked strangely out of place. She pulled it out and examined the cover closely. She distinguished right away that it had nothing to do with Arithmacy. This was in fact a diary. An older diary that had the year 1974 marked in neat block letter on the right corner, and on the left corner there were the initials but they had faded out so bad that only a solitary L was left and that too had limited days of existence.
Hermione opened to the first page:
January 1st, 1974
Hello my new diary. This is the beginning of a new year for me. Maybe even a new start. As I always do in countless diaries that I have had the honor of owning, I start each year by telling a little about myself. I keep thinking that if I do this I will find out some truth about myself that I have carelessly overlooked or was to arrogant or humble to notice. I was born December 4th of the year nineteen hundred and sixty and am currently 14 years. I attended Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry and am in the 4th year with my best friend in the whole world. In fact my only friends for that matter. Their names are James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Together we are the Maurders. James is the unofficial leader of all of us. He is always the sociable one that has all the girls hanging off him but we all know his heart belongs only to Lily Evens. Sirius is the goof ball. He always has the best pranks to pull and the funniest jokes to tell. He is damn funny even when he's not even trying to. He also is the kind of guy who is a major ladies man. He unlike James loves them all and says quite often "Ladies, Ladies there is enough Sirius for all of you to go around" I don't doubt that some weeks. Four girls in one week but the strange thing is, is that they never seem heartbroken by this. They just love him more. Maybe some things aren't meant to be understood. Then there is Peter. He is the quite boy that tries his hardest to fit in with the likes of James and Sirius. He never quit keeps up but we love him anyway. He's a good reminder of how we all are suppose to behave like "Good little Wizards" Lastly there is me. I am Remus Lupin and I'll say it right now so there are no surprises later on. I am a werewolf. I have been since I was a very small boy but we wont go into detail of how that unfortunate accident happened. It happened and that's all you really need to know. I am and what you would call the sensible and mature on the Maurders. I try to keep them in order and I try to talk reason into them but sometimes it doesn't work. On the other hand, sometimes I don't care and get into trouble myself. My friends know about me being a werewolf and all and they don't mind it at all. In fact I thing Peter is proud to have a "friend like me who can eat anyone who picks on him" as he so kindly puts it, not that I ever would attack someone. I would never forgive myself. I must go now but I'll write tomorrow.
Hermione's mouth dropped this was her own teachers diary from when he was at Hogwarts! Why was it in the library? Should she return it to him? Maybe he would be angry if she did give it back to him. After all, he only mentioned his name very late in the first entry and that meant that she had to have read the whole thing. This could be very personal to him. She went back to her table forgetting all about the dictionary she wanted and thought the situation through. She was going to keep it until she could sneak it into his classroom and put it on his desk with a note explaining what happened. Yeah that sounds good she thought as she put the diary into her bag and got up to go to her DADA class.