A/N: Ahahahaha! Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is basically the best book I've ever read. I love it. If you haven't read it yet, shame on you, and we're going to send bomber chickens to your house. I already finished reading it, so yes, I do expect you to be reading this, and i'm not making exceptions for people who are off being slow readers. In celebration of the fact that Half Blood Prince was basically the best book I've ever read, i drew a picture for you! Unfortunatly, mum is at work, so I can't scan it in. But it will be making it's appearence in the next chapter. And you will love it, because I am gifted in the ways of both writing AND drawing (+snort+ yeah right).

I would also like to point out that, not only am I utter crap at writing action, but Violent!Remus seems so ludicrously out of character that it's basically impossible to do. That is why the 'fight' scene at the end of this chapter is so incredibly cheesed-up.

Now to the part that is strictly for people cool enough to review. (Remember kids: if you don't review, ...er...I can't remember... we kill you! Or something...)

Duckie Writes: Thank you for the review! ...I've never heard anyone say 'coolziful' before, but I like it. That is a coolziful word.

CarnivalGirl: I have no idea why he's afraid of being poked. I guess it's just a weird personality quirk. Or something. Eh, I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Morei Sky: Muahwar, and so I have draw you one. But my mum is at work, so I can't scan it in ( But I will scan it in as soon as possible.
I had the most fun I could possibly have had at my dads, mostly writing this chapter and doing some hardcore HP reading. I didn't actually plan on getting HBP, I was thinking that I would probably borrow it from someone... but I went to Chapters with my friend (so she could get hers) and I was like, "Holy crap! It's half the price I expected it to be!" and my dad (who was there for some reason) said "Well, do you want to buy it?" And I obviously said, "Hell yes!" (well not actually, but you get the point) and then he was like, "Okay, here, have large amounts of money to buy your book with." Oo and that's my story.

sari5156: That song is reeeeaaaaallllllyyyyy annoying.

Sapphire Dragons: Aww, thank you! I feel so loved. Are they STILL making Digimon? I thought that ended a loooong time ago...

s. m. rahl: I suppose that reason would be the new book? Or would it be about the guy who lost his bird and was on the news? Well, I didn't actually expect to be getting the book, but I did (you can see full story(or my summary, anyway) in my reply to Morei Sky's review... I don't feel like typing that again)(Well, I suppose I could copy and paste... shutup.)

Zaurak: Aww, I feel so loved. Thank you for the review, i hope you like this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I don't own any Harry Potter characters, however cool they may be. I don't own 'Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging.' I don't own the song 'Yellow Submarine.' I don't own a whole lot in this story, except Louise and Jenni. I also forgot to disclaim the dress incident last chapter. I borrowed that from my good pallys at the awesomeo role play site I am a part of (groups dot msn dot com slash theamericanacademyofmagicrpg). Unfortunately, my character (Noah) is a bit uninteresting and unactive, so I have to pull up my pants and get roleplaying. I've been a bit of a Slack Alice on the roleplaying front lately.

Monday, November 3rd
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
Ravenclaw won. Yip yay cheery-o and all that jazz. I don't really care that much about Quidditch, but it's put Sirius and James in a mood to leave me alone. Unfortunately, Peter is still here, squeaking incessantly. I'll have to confuse him so that he goes away, because that squeaking is bloody annoying.

"Can you stop squeaking?" I asked, getting annoyed.

"What?" He asked blankly.

"You're always squeaking. You don't laugh, or cry, or scream, it's always just a squeak." I said in an all-wisdomosity tone. "We, that is James, Sirius and I, can never tell what sort of emotion you are showing, because it's always a squeak." Peter is definitely getting confused by now.

"So… what do you suppose I do?" He squeaked.

"Well... you could start by developing a laugh." I said, tapping my quill, pretending to be thoughtful.

"Oh… alright, I'll be down in the common room, then." Crikey. It worked.

Now… what was it that I wanted him to go away for again? Oh yeah, I need to spend some quality time searching for a nail polish removal charm.

7 (ish)
I went down into the common room, only to hear the most terrifying noise. It was like a mad Santa and a pig combined.

"Hohohoggygoggyho." I was quite startled for a moment until I realized that it was Peter laughing.

"Er, it's alright, you can squeak if you want to." I told him, of course actually meaning 'NEVER MAKE THAT SOUND EVER AGAIN.'

I'm going to go hide in the library and do my homework, and hope that when I've finished, my friends are sane.

Wednesday November 5th
Lunch break
Dear G II
Good grief, it's freezing out here today! It's only the beginning of November, and it's like Greenland here. Well, apart from the ice floes and Eskimos and polar bears. Still, it is Antarctic weather out here, and yet we are still forced to go outside. Sirius is doing his best to keep us all warm, but he's running out of things to set on fire.

"Can't McGonagall let us sit in the library or something?" Peter shivered. It MUST be cold, for him to feel it through all that blubber.

James snorted. "Yeah, right. McGonagall will do anything to make us unhappy. No exceptions. Ever."

"What about Dumbledore? Can't he do something about it?" Pete whined.

"No, he's too busy fighting evil wizards and stuff." Sirius said, lighting a branch on fire for us to warm our hands on.

"Don't be stupid. The last evil wizard Dumbledore fought was defeated in 1945." The others looked at me with a "You've been paying attention in history again, haven't you?" look. I gave them my best "Chocolate frog cards, actually" look.

It's funny; we don't even have to talk anymore.

Wednesday, November 9th
After class
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
Lalalalala. Hahahaha. Sun shining, bird tweeting, voles voleing, cats cating. Me and my mates out by the lake, skipping stones. By skipping stones I definitely mean throwing rocks at the squid but who cares? Not I, for today I am happy.

Though it may be raining and we are all freezing our arses off, today is a joyous day, for today, McGonagall came round with the sign-up to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas. Why, you ask, is this so particularly fabulous?

Because I get to GO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!

Lalalalalala. Finally, a break from unnatural torture a.k.a. school! On the downside, I have to wait a month and a half, but who cares? Hahahahaha. Two whole James and Sirius free weeks! Can you imagine? I'll be able to do things I cannot normally do... like sleep!

Alright, I'm nearly finished being ludicrously happy now. But as you can imagine, this WOULD be the sort of thing to make someone ludicrously happy, especially after you get woken up by complete nutters (James and Sirius) one random morning by being stuffed into a burlap sack. Alas, I am happy like two happy things.

Friday, November 10th
Lunch
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
I have decided to become an optimist. That means I look at the bright side of things, and therefore am always happy. I'll start as soon as I find anything wrong with my life.

After Class... 5(ish)
Well, I have a ridiculous amount of homework... but if I do it all, I will be really smart and will have a giant brain that can rule the world. Okay, now I've just creeped myself out, rather than make myself happy.

Threw a darting glance at the calendar. The full moon is approaching, and frighteningly quickly too. And everyone knows what that means.

On the bright side... who am I kidding, there's no bright side to being a werewolf.

Later
Well, I suppose I could always eat the people who irritate me (i.e., Peter). See? Bright side to everything. Cheery cheery.

Saturday, November 11th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
The sun is giving the illusion of warmth. It's shining like a great big fried egg in the sky. Well, that's what Sirius said; but we all know he's not entirely sane at the best of times. I really don't know what the sun and a fried egg have to do with each other in the slightest.

Actually, it's very nippy noodles outside today, so the Marauders are barricading themselves in the Gryffindor Tower. Which generally speaking, means we'll be out and about an everywhere before the day is done.

Heck, we might even pop into Honeydukes for a quick robbery, which I know James and Sirius have been doing that lately. They've been constantly eating sweets.

On the bright side, Sirius brought me an oversized box of chocolate frogs, which has made me a happy camper for the past while.

Holly is acting very strange lately. She's been yowling a lot - more than usual - fighting with Nightwish (and what's weirder, winning) and sleeping on my bed a lot more.

On the bright side, she's taken most of the Gryffindor's attention away from Nighwish, who sat in my oatmeal this morning and has been showing it off by sitting on peoples things.

Well, today was very BORING but I thought you might like an entry because yesterday was BORING as well, and I haven't written a whole lot lately because it's all been BORING. So I'm just sitting here being BORED, because everything is so BORING. I might have to become a Peter for a while (i.e., follow James and Sirius around) until something less BORING happens. Aka anything.

Hm, I like that. A Peter. I'm going to make it it's own word... a Peter. Definition? A Peter: a person who follows people much cooler than them around all the time until either they grow so accustomed to their presence that they don't care, or they kill them.

Yes, that's a decent definition.

Or am I being cruel?

No, I am being accurate. And factual.

I'll toss the idea at James. Of course, that means that we'll be charming the dictionaries to show 'Peter' before the day is through, but that is the price of being brilliant. In case you were wondering, no, I have no idea what in the name of Dumbledore's ginormous beard I'm talking about.

Later
Good grief it's boring being bored. I've been lying in bed for so long I might've died and not noticed, like Binns. I should get a jump on my homework.

Later
Already finished reading the entire Standard Book of Spells: Year One twice. Might have to bum the Second Year book off some second year. Might want to know why I want it, though... might think I'm weird for wanting to read it.

Right-o, then. I'll just have to go be a Peter for a while.

Later... 11 (ish) aka in bed
I was being a Peter all day... but James and Sirius didn't even notice. Not that they didn't notice that I was THERE, but they just thought I was being a Remus. Obviously they thought wrong, because I am not annoying enough to be a Peter. Or boring enough.

Wait, but am I boring enough? I was being bored for a large amount of the day, so I might be boring enough. Oh Merlin. I am a very boring person. I will have to inject some excitement into my life. I'll start tomorrow. Skydiving at dawn.

Monday, November 12th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
Woke up too late to go skydiving. Good thing, too; I probably would have died. But now I am happily alive and still feeling the aftershock of excitement that almost happened. Phew. Back to boring ol' Rem for me. Not that I'm old. In fact, I'm quite young. Only eleven.

Eugh, now I feel old.

No! I'm too young to be old!

Oh dear. I'm creeping myself out again.

Tuesday, November 13th
Dear G II
Brrr. Freezing AGAIN today. I haven't even seen Filch poking about trying to get us in trouble, and he is half man, half walrus. What does Filch do, anyway? I mean, other than frighten the daylights out of students.

"I think he is supposed to be the janitor," Sirius said. He was sitting against the tree by the lake (the one the Marauders have claimed as our own) with an open textbook, James's glasses on, and was sucking on a sugar quill. I think he thought he looked 'wise' or 'thoughtful' or something. Truthfully, he looked a bit like Nightwish.

I don't think he can see anything with those glasses on, though. They're too strong. Which would be why he was just sitting with the textbook on his lap, rather than actually reading it. James can't see anything without his glasses on, anyway. So he's pretending to be blind, using Peter as his guide dog.

So we were sitting there, minding our own business, when Louise and Jenni walk by. Normally this is a normal thing, but... they POKED me as they passed! And then they scampered off, giggling like two giggling things.

Sirius looked at me strangely. I do mean that in both meanings of the phrase. He looked at me like I was strange, plus he looked very strange himself, with his eyes all bugged-out from the glasses, and red face from the cold. I would have started laughing right then and there, but I think my throat was frozen from the cold. But I did end up shaking a bit without making any sound... ie, silent laughing. Unfortunatly, Peter thought I was choking and hit my back really hard.

Honestly, what planet do these people come from? Why isn't it farther away?

Wednesday, November 14th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
Doing homework in the library with Sirius and James. Actually, they went off a while ago to find some textbook. Probably to the Witch Weekly section again.

I'm trying to do my homework, but I'm too distracted. Full moon tomorrow. Poo, poo and thrice crap. I really hate this time of the month.

But that is not the only thing distracting me from my homework, no. There is the small matter of a group of Slytherins hanging around not too far away (intentions unknown), plus Peter is tramping about looking for the Loons of this World and Beyond (James and Sirius).

Oh, now I know the group of Slytherins's intentions. They're going to terrorize Peter. Feh. This must be they're weird way of getting back at Sirius and James for the whole sitting-on-Snape-and-taking-pictures incident. I don't know why, we don't really give two hoots what happens to Peter. Uh-oh, Snapey's got his wand out, I might want to go save Pete before I'm sending him to the Hospital Wing in a matchbox.

Later
Phew, Snape really does have the biggest conk known to mankind. I'm lucky to have escaped without being nose-ified. No, I don't have any idea what I'm talking about.

I went over to where the Slytherins had Peter backed against the bookcase, squeaking frightfully. (At least I think it was frightfully. You can never really tell with him. I sure hoped it was frightfully, because I was about to save his arse.) I don't know what Snape was saying to him, but Peter looked like he was about to cry (which would have been awful) or wet himself (which would have been twice as awful).

"Now Snape, that's no way to go about making friends." I said, diverting the attention from Peter momentarily. I know my insult was stupid., but it actually seemed to hit Sir Hair-So-Greasy where it hurt, judging by his expression. Probably because his only 'friends' were that pointy third year Malfoy (I swear, it looks like someone stuck his chin in a pencil sharpener) and Malfoy's two cronies, built like wood blocks and probably just about as smart.

"Lupin," Snape spat in a weird hissy tone.

"Yes, that's me." I replied calmly. Nobody seemed to know what to do next. Snape looked at me blankly, Malfoy took a sudden interest in his nails, Peter looked quickly from me to Snape and back again, and one of the wooden blocks guffawed for a moment, before the other one elbowed him and they snarled at me. I thought this was very amusing, so i decided to continue on my quest to ultimately confuse and annoy them beyond the point of brain implosion. "Tuesday's coming... did you bring your coat?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes, as if he was getting bored. He snapped his fingers, and his goons sniggered, cracked their knuckles, and lumbered towards me. Not wanting to find out if those two were as strong as they looked, I pulled out my wand and calmly stuck them in a pair of leg-locker curses.

It was quite funny, two see those two flopping around like fish. I could have watched them all day, if there wasn't the small matter of Peter to save. So I 'Wingardium Leviosa'ed the bigger of the two fish fellows over and landed him on Snape.

So I strolled off, whistling, with Peter at my heels.

As we strolled off casually, I heard Malfoy tell Snape, "That was pitiful, Severus."

Hahahahahaha. The only down side is that now Peter is basically worshipping me. Basically, he's being a Peter.

Oh, and plus the Slytherins are probably going to kill me next time I venture off on my own.