Diary of R. J. Lupin
Edited by: Merlinda
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This is something a little different...not your normal diary fic. Because it's a Tom Riddle-esque type diary. Yes, you have the diary entries, but some of the situations you actually get to see played out. It's a different style, even for me. Not to say that you readers are guinea pigs, but... well... you are. But there was really no other way to get this fic out. Straight storytelling dragged out scenes that really didn't need to be dragged out and just doing diary entries didn't seem like it would do it justice. So there's the first-person diary style that has third-person partial-omniscient storytelling sprinkled in (HA to all English majors and English people out there! HA!) The story-telling parts are from scenes of the original fic that I loved too much and didn't want to lose. And all full moon scenes will have no entry (duh, he's a wolf. Hard to write when you don't have opposable thumbs). I know the style's a little different... a little weird... but go with it. If it works and people like it, I'll continue it. If not, I'll keep it for myself. But, if it doesn't work... don't flame too badly, please?
Here's the standard disclaimer-I don't own HP, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, "Jekyll and Hyde: the Musical," or anything ELSE that I might make reference to. The only thing I own is the idea and the fic itself. Those are mine.
This is not a pleasant fic, I'll warn you now
(as if the title wasn't enough of an indicator). So continue on into the
thoughts of the tortured soul of a young werewolf... if you dare.
Oh, and by the way... this is a little slashy.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Entry #1 – Black Magic?
August 31, 1975
This is crazy. It's complete and utter madness. So begins the diary of Remus John Lupin: with complete and utter madness. This isn't me. I shouldn't be noticing these things. Not about another boy, anyway. Not about Sirius.
Remus Lupin sat on the marble steps of Gringotts Wizard Bank, resisting the urge to check his watch for the fifth time in the past three minutes. "They said they'd meet here at 3," he muttered, giving in and looking at his watch. 3:28. "Alright, you three. I'll give you two more minutes," he said, lifting his eyes to the busy street in front of him. "After that, I'm going on without you."
"Do you make it a habit to talk to yourself, Moony?"
Remus tensed at the voice before turning to face its owner.
His three friends, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black, stood behind him. Sirius himself was leaning with casual elegance against one of the many marble columns. His black hair had grown out over the summer and was long enough to tie back if he so desired.
Today he had not.
The long raven locks framed his face and princely good-looks, making him look all the more like the mischievous rogue, while his dark, fathomless eyes sparkled with amusement. His whole body radiated an aristocratic grace that came as naturally to him as breathing. The very air around him seemed to crackle with energy and sexuality.
Sexuality, indeed! Where in the name of Merlin did THAT come from?? This is going to be an absolute nightmare, this year. We leave for Hogwarts tomorrow. What am I going to do? This is crazy! It's... ridiculous! Completely random. Which means it won't last. This is crazy!!! Why am I even thinking this in the first place? I mean, it's Sirius! He's one of my best friends! ...Not to mention another boy... This won't last. I'm sure this happens a lot. No harm will come of it. It'll all be gone and forgotten tomorrow.
Flourish and Blotts lost the Invisible Book of Invisibility. Who didn't see that one coming?
And it also seems Jamesy has a little crush on a certain female Gryffindor prefect.
James lead the way up the steps to the apothecary's shop. He was about to open the door when the knob twisted beneath his hand and the door opened to reveal a girl of medium height with long red hair and dazzling green eyes. It was none other than fellow-Gryffindor Lily Evans.
James stumbled back, nearly falling down the small set of stairs. He managed to save himself by grabbing hold of the iron railing in a very natural-looking move. "Alright, Evans?" he said, his hand automatically going to his naturally unkempt hair trying to smooth it out.
She fixed him with a cool smile. "Nice to see you, James," she said as she walked by him. "I'll see you at school."
James stared after her until she disappeared into the crowd, a faraway look on his face.
"James? Hey, James," Remus said, waving a hand in front of his friend's face.
"Aw, leave him," Sirius said. "Can't you see the boy's sick with love?"
James seemed to snap out of his reverie at this. "Shut it, Black," he said, jerking open the apothecary door.
"Looks like he's got it bad," Peter said, following Sirius's lead.
The apothecary's shop was a miasma of foul odors and random potion ingredients, though this did nothing to dampen Sirius's mood.
"Peter's right," he said. "You've nearly fallen head over heels for Evans, haven't you?"
"Fuck you," James said sourly.
"Flattering as that offer is," Sirius said with an evil grin, "I thought you wanted Evans."
James continued to grumble while Remus looked on in amusement. "Are we going to stand here all day and talk about Lily or are we going to get those ingredients we need?"
Love is in the air. I just hope it's only for James. It is. Has to be. Who else would it be for... except most of the younger witches in Diagon Alley after seeing Sirius. Does he have to try to charm the knickers off of all of them? Stupid git. I don't know what to do about him most of the time. He's just...