A/N: Here you go! R&R!
The Marauder Diaries
Chapter Two
Remus was sitting as he often did nowadays. He was alone, wondering where the hell all his friends had gone, and mostly, if Lily and James and their one-year-old son Harry were still all right. He hadn't read anything in the Daily Prophet. He had talked to Dumbledore on several occasions. No one had really heard from the Potters since they had gone into hiding. He assumed, of course, that this excluded Sirius, the Potter's secret-keeper. But even then, wouldn't Sirius be in hiding? That must be why he hadn't heard from anyone, he decided. They, like he, were hiding.
Tonight was a full moon. Remus drank his potion as he had been doing since he was young. By now, this was a practically unforgettable routine. He could remember his school days, and how James, Sirius, and Peter learned to be Animagi so that they could be with him when he transformed. They would stay with him in the Shrieking Shack, and make sure he didn't hurt anyone. He wasn't sure he'd ever thanked them, but even still, the memory brought a smile to his lips.
He frowned and went inside. Sundown was only a few hours away, and this night of all nights, he would have to be careful about where he permitted himself to roam. He opened his journal, took out a quill, and began to write, as he often had many times before.
August 17, 1988
Tonight is the full moon that I fear so much. I am still not used to it, despite that I have been going through this painful process since I was a child. When I was in school, I always worried about it. I guess having the Marauders there with me helped me to keep a comfort zone. Sirius, James, and Peter are no longer able to be with me. We have all been hiding for so long that I'm not even sure what to think. I haven't even seen James and Lily's baby boy. Sirius is lucky, in that respect. At least he gets to know a little bit about what the hell is going on. I certainly have no idea whatsoever. I hope this all ends one day soon. I'd like very much to be with my friends again. –Remus J. Lupin
The night passed uneventfully for Remus, who spent it hiding under a desk in his living room. This, of course, was a regular monthly occurrence, except that this night would be a very important one. Something would happen this night that would change the course of several people's futures.
"James, NO!" screamed Lily, trying to follow her husband into their living room.
He held her back. "I'll hold him off. Hopefully I can give you and Harry some time to get away. Did you hear me, Lily? Take Harry, and I want you to run! I love you..." he whispered.
Lily choked back a sob. "I love you too, and so does Harry...James..." Lily cried.
"Go, damn it! Get out of here before he..." James could hear the crash in the living room. "Oh, god Lily... Run!"
Lily did run. She ran, all the way to the back of the house, where Harry lay smiling in his crib. She picked him up, and cringed. From the living room, she could hear Voldemort's terrible laugh, and James...he screamed. Lily ran to Harry's bedroom window, jerking to pry it open. It finally did open...just enough for her to squeeze Harry through...
There was an explosion. Harry's bedroom door blew into little pieces. Lily screamed, and rather than reach for her wand, reached for her son. She hugged him close. Her back was to Voldemort when he came into Harry's room.
"This is pointless, Lily." He hissed. "James died. You will do the same."
Lily did not turn around. She was sobbing now, and holding Harry so that her own body blocked Voldemort from hitting him. She whispered "I love you," but no one but Harry could hear. Lily didn't even have time to scream before the curse hit her.
Harry was on the floor now. He was resilient. He sat up. He was still smiling, even as Voldemort took aim at him. There was one more explosion, and one more scream from the Potter household that night, but neither came from Harry.
August 18 1988
I cannot believe what I have read...all that I have seen. I have received some of the worst news of my life today. Lily and James were murdered last night. I was in denial... I will admit that much. But I have talked to Dumbledore...and all of the terrible rumors I've heard are true. I didn't understand. In order for Voldemort to even know where they were, he'd have to go through Sirius, right? Right? That's why I didn't believe anyone...Sirius would never betray his friends. But the news, the Daily Prophet...I know the whole story now.
I don't understand what would possess Sirius to do something like that...to sell out his friends. He was a Marauder. And then...poor Peter. For him to die like that is unimaginable. And all those Muggles! I just...I don't understand how Sirius could be capable of doing such terrible things! He was their friend, and mine. Right now, if it weren't for the fact that he's already in Azkaban, I'd kill him myself. I wouldn't even need my wand. I'd just strangle him...
Dumbledore says he's glad of one thing. Of course, everyone's talking about Harry. I don't know how, but he's still alive. The Daily Prophet is calling him The Boy Who Lived. Appropriate title, I guess, considering that he did live. It's remarkable, but so sad... -Remus J. Lupin
A/N: Chapter three up soon!
The Marauder Diaries
Chapter Two
Remus was sitting as he often did nowadays. He was alone, wondering where the hell all his friends had gone, and mostly, if Lily and James and their one-year-old son Harry were still all right. He hadn't read anything in the Daily Prophet. He had talked to Dumbledore on several occasions. No one had really heard from the Potters since they had gone into hiding. He assumed, of course, that this excluded Sirius, the Potter's secret-keeper. But even then, wouldn't Sirius be in hiding? That must be why he hadn't heard from anyone, he decided. They, like he, were hiding.
Tonight was a full moon. Remus drank his potion as he had been doing since he was young. By now, this was a practically unforgettable routine. He could remember his school days, and how James, Sirius, and Peter learned to be Animagi so that they could be with him when he transformed. They would stay with him in the Shrieking Shack, and make sure he didn't hurt anyone. He wasn't sure he'd ever thanked them, but even still, the memory brought a smile to his lips.
He frowned and went inside. Sundown was only a few hours away, and this night of all nights, he would have to be careful about where he permitted himself to roam. He opened his journal, took out a quill, and began to write, as he often had many times before.
August 17, 1988
Tonight is the full moon that I fear so much. I am still not used to it, despite that I have been going through this painful process since I was a child. When I was in school, I always worried about it. I guess having the Marauders there with me helped me to keep a comfort zone. Sirius, James, and Peter are no longer able to be with me. We have all been hiding for so long that I'm not even sure what to think. I haven't even seen James and Lily's baby boy. Sirius is lucky, in that respect. At least he gets to know a little bit about what the hell is going on. I certainly have no idea whatsoever. I hope this all ends one day soon. I'd like very much to be with my friends again. –Remus J. Lupin
The night passed uneventfully for Remus, who spent it hiding under a desk in his living room. This, of course, was a regular monthly occurrence, except that this night would be a very important one. Something would happen this night that would change the course of several people's futures.
"James, NO!" screamed Lily, trying to follow her husband into their living room.
He held her back. "I'll hold him off. Hopefully I can give you and Harry some time to get away. Did you hear me, Lily? Take Harry, and I want you to run! I love you..." he whispered.
Lily choked back a sob. "I love you too, and so does Harry...James..." Lily cried.
"Go, damn it! Get out of here before he..." James could hear the crash in the living room. "Oh, god Lily... Run!"
Lily did run. She ran, all the way to the back of the house, where Harry lay smiling in his crib. She picked him up, and cringed. From the living room, she could hear Voldemort's terrible laugh, and James...he screamed. Lily ran to Harry's bedroom window, jerking to pry it open. It finally did open...just enough for her to squeeze Harry through...
There was an explosion. Harry's bedroom door blew into little pieces. Lily screamed, and rather than reach for her wand, reached for her son. She hugged him close. Her back was to Voldemort when he came into Harry's room.
"This is pointless, Lily." He hissed. "James died. You will do the same."
Lily did not turn around. She was sobbing now, and holding Harry so that her own body blocked Voldemort from hitting him. She whispered "I love you," but no one but Harry could hear. Lily didn't even have time to scream before the curse hit her.
Harry was on the floor now. He was resilient. He sat up. He was still smiling, even as Voldemort took aim at him. There was one more explosion, and one more scream from the Potter household that night, but neither came from Harry.
August 18 1988
I cannot believe what I have read...all that I have seen. I have received some of the worst news of my life today. Lily and James were murdered last night. I was in denial... I will admit that much. But I have talked to Dumbledore...and all of the terrible rumors I've heard are true. I didn't understand. In order for Voldemort to even know where they were, he'd have to go through Sirius, right? Right? That's why I didn't believe anyone...Sirius would never betray his friends. But the news, the Daily Prophet...I know the whole story now.
I don't understand what would possess Sirius to do something like that...to sell out his friends. He was a Marauder. And then...poor Peter. For him to die like that is unimaginable. And all those Muggles! I just...I don't understand how Sirius could be capable of doing such terrible things! He was their friend, and mine. Right now, if it weren't for the fact that he's already in Azkaban, I'd kill him myself. I wouldn't even need my wand. I'd just strangle him...
Dumbledore says he's glad of one thing. Of course, everyone's talking about Harry. I don't know how, but he's still alive. The Daily Prophet is calling him The Boy Who Lived. Appropriate title, I guess, considering that he did live. It's remarkable, but so sad... -Remus J. Lupin
A/N: Chapter three up soon!