A/N: Gah, another overly-short chapter. I'm sorry, I'm facing a bit of a writers block, but I'm doing my best. And all you people who are complaining about how I leave overly-long authors notes, (I know you all do it mentally) please don't. I mean, this is the place where I get to rant on and on about my boring life even though I'm sure you don't care. Everythign else that is in this chapter is just side-splittingly hilarious adventures about everyone's favourite werewolf... and really, who cares about THAT?

Success! I have my picture of Remus as a goth now! Not that it actually looks lik Remus at all! Unfortunately, I am not smart enough to put it on here, so i will have to re direct you to a different site for this. http / www . piczo . com / idreamofmicrowaves?g 13690963 Muahwar. I am also looking for something to draw for the celebration of 100 reviews (which should be coming up soon, I already have 91) but I have no idea what to draw. So tell me what I should draw! I am only here to please you.

Now comes the part for people who are cool enough to review, and no one else. So go away, you uncool non-reviewer!

s. m. rahl: ahaha,I stole your name :p

Zaurak: Thanks for the review!

Morei Sky: Probably because he is a woman in disguse. that's my theory, anyway.

animefreak123: Yes, I wrote quite a bit more. I suppose the site you tried to say was 'harrypotter fanfiction . com'? (It disappeared in the review.) I'm glad I make you laugh. Hopefully you weren't laughing at how hideouslyterrible my writing style is. Because then I would have to kill you. And no one wants that.

captivatedrose: Thankyou for the review!

TonkIsMyHero: Let's be glad you read stupid-looking stories then, eh? ;)

LunaDea: oO you went and reviewed every chapter! Wow! Thank you so much for your praise and patience to think up soemthing different to say every time. It's people like you who make me keep writing. Actually, it's people like you who fill up my emails with review alerts. Same thing, if you think about it, really.

Strawberry Pancakes: Whoops, did I do that? ...I can't count to save my life. Or look at a calender to save my life, either.

rubberduckysrfun: Yes, I'm probably going to have to mention someone over hearing him say something about 'that time of the month,' misinterpreate, and have everyone think he is actually a woman in disguse.

alex: Most of my ideas come from observing my little brother and his gross little friends, actually. Well, my ideas for Peter, anyway. I don't really know where I get the rest of it. Thanks for the review!

RenegadeChicklet: Hm, I have a couple of useful accosiates who I could persuade (ie, blackmail) to write a Maurader Skydiving expedition. Actually, chances are someone's already written one, somewhere. You never know, with these fanfiction writer types.

Kittengrl39: Oo I'm sorry, it appears I've killed her brain. Not purposely, of course... (insert evil cackling here) erm, anyway... You reviewed every chapter! I love it when people do that! It makes me so happy :) or maybe that's the pixie sticks...
Don't worry, Remus will probably end up gay. But not for a couple years yet, if anyhing. If I made anything happen, people would point at me and yell 'pedofile!' and other mean words for making terrible things happen to 11 year olds.

Queen Red Rum: I'm sure you would make a better Tonks then Tonks does. She's a very bad Tonks. I didn't go to extreme measures like throwing the book in a lake (didn't want to kill the book), but I did eat every page that mentioned Tonks on it. Not very tasty, but effective nonetheless.
I also have followers, they are peters, unfortunately, and I can't kill them because they are small children. But thank goodness it's summer hols and I can hid ein my basement so they can't find me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, not that I ever claimed to. I don't own any Harry Potter characters. No money is being made off this, so no profit would be made off sueing my. Not that there would be anyway, because I have no money. Actually, I have some play money, but it's covered in playdo, so I'm sure you really don't want it.

Friday, November 16th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
Ugh, I'm so tired I can barely hold my head up in class. Mind you, it's History of Magic, so I'm not the only one. One of the Huffflepuff girls is actually painting her toenails. You'd think Binns would notice that she's got her head under the table, but he doesn't. He just keeps droning on and on.

Snape and his gang have yet to kill me, though, with my luck, they'll strike today. The day after the full moon. When I'm too sore and tired to do anything at all. I might as well make a will.

Stuff to give to people:

Er... I don't really have anything, do I?

Oh well... just give all my stuff to James and Sirius. None to Peter though, because it was his life that I foolishly died saving. Or ensured my death, anyway. I think I am going to try to get some sleep, or at least rest, because I am completely exhausted. I have no idea what Wolfy Rem did last night, but it was certainly not sleep.

7 (ish)
I was leaving the library, finally finished my essay for potions, when who should I wander into? Snape, that's who. And what a brilliant time it was for him to show up, with my arms full of textbooks and parchment, wand tucked into my robes, far out of reach.

He sneered at me, waved his wand and muttered some spell. With a satisfied smirk, he disappeared down the hall. After checking to make sure he hadn't cursed my nose off, (he hadn't, by the way) I resumed my way to the Gryffindor tower.

I hadn't taken as much as five steps when two statues began to move their way into my path. One crossed his arms and looked down at me with a very Snape-like smirk. Unfortunately, they weren't there just to stand. I have no idea how Snape managed to charm two statues to beat me up, but he did.

Actually, it wasn't as bad as I imagine you might imagine. The statues didn't punch, for one thing. They did a lot of shoving, really. Not even that violent of shoving. Just like, nice shoving. Plus the occasional pinch.

The statues abandoned their task of trying to beat me up when some third year Ravenclaw came down the corridor. She just looked at me funny, sitting in the middle of the hall, books and parchment and other such homework tools lying all around me. I just gathered my stuff and rushed back to the Gryffindor Tower, cutting a wide way around statues from that point on.

later
James and Peter keep coming in, looking at me and frowning, or shaking their heads. Sirius keeps coming in and poking me in various spots on my face. I guess I'd better have a look at myself; I must have a bruise or something...

later
It looks like I've been savaged by wild animals! I've got bruises and cuts all over myself!

later
Mind you, I can't really feel any of it.

later
I wonder if years of savaging myself at the full moon have made me immune to pain?

later
Made Sirius fix my face.

"But it makes you look tough!" Sirius whined (jokingly) (I think). I gave him a Very Bad Look, and he shut up and performed a healing spell that I didn't know he knew.

Saturday November 17th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
Sirius and James have decided on some thingy they want to do. They filled me in on their plan, but I wasn't really paying attention. I think they're going to blow up a toilet or something.

Plus, they have decided that it is not a smart idea to leave me wandering the hallways alone, so they're dragging me along with them.

I wish I had made friends with completely normal people. Then, rather than blow up toilets, we could do completely normal things like... er... sit around and play poker. Actually, I have no idea what normal people do, because I, unfortunately, am never in company of a normal person.

So now I'm standing in the loo by the Great Hall, waiting for James, Sirius and Peter to decide on which toilet to blow up.

Later
Bloody hell! The toilet exploding was the loudest thing i gave EVER heard! It echoed through the great hall, and shook the entire floor! McGonagall and Filch looked like they were about to explode. Dumbledore also turned up, but he just laughed and started rambling on something about bagpipes.

McGonagall seemed to be inflating a bit, trying to contain her homicidal feelings towards us. (Yes, Us, because I was there, and am therefore getting blamed for it. So unfair.) She was also turning very red. Dumbledore left to calm large amounts of the student body down (almost everyone heard the blast) and left the three of us to feel the wraith of Filch and McGonagall on our own.

We got a thorough yelling at (mostly just me an Peter; they seem to have caught on to the fact that yelling at Sirius and James is mostly pointless) and now we've got detention until Christmas.

Oh well; it could be worse, I suppose. Me, James and Peter only have to scrub armor and trophies and other such things that one would scrub; Sirius has to clean out bedpans in the Hospital Wing (Note to Self: Next time, stop Sirius from calling McGonagall 'Mickey' when she is at the height of anger)

Sunday, November 18th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
Ugh. I'm still angry about last night. And, additionally, the first thing I found in the morning was Peter's dirty poo-explosion on the floor.

You have no idea what it's like here! If me, and the House Elves, didn't keep this place clean, they would just let the junk pile up and pile up… it's like living in a bloody garbage can.

(I wonder what made the garbage can bloody?

Haha, I am at the height of anger, and I still can laugh at a good joke. Or a really cheesy one. Whatever.)

It was the final straw. Actually, it was the first straw of the day, but I was really angry. I picked up Peter's nappy, dropped it on Sirius's lap (as everyone else was already up and about) and stalked off to the bathroom to sterilize and possibly amputate the place where I touched the diaper.

Sirius yelped and shot out of bed. He obviously had mistaken me for someone who cared, because he called after me, "What am I supposed to do with it?"

I wasn't thinking clearly, in my so-angry-on-the-point-of-brain-implosion state of mind. So I just yelled back, "I don't know, give it to Snape or something!"

Later
I walked up to Peter in the (strangely quiet for the amount of people that were in there) common room. I had calmed down considerably. I said to him, in a perfectly clam voice, with a perfectly straight face,

"Peter, I would appreciate it if you would keep your poo explosions off the dorm room floor." And I walked off, satisfied by the terrified look on Peter's face, and the large amounts of snickering from older students in the common room as I went out the portrait hole.

Dinner
Snape looked quite foul at dinner when his plate filled, instead of with food, with Peter's poo explosion nappy.

Ha. That's what he gets.

Tuesday, November 20th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz the Second
Snape tackled Sirius in potions today. Just out of the blue, in the middle of class. They were fighting quite violently. I don't think Professor Bellamy even noticed. Even thought there was a good amount of cheering going on, and two of his students left class looking like they were trampled by a herd of Hippogriffs angry about the rights of Gillyweed.

I am proud to say that Sirius and James won the fight. Yes, James also jumped in once he saw his partner in crime was in danger. Or he just wanted to beat up Snape, which is totally acceptable. The two of them also managed to steal a lock of Snape's hair, which they are trying to exorcize using garlic and a couple of crucifixes. I have forbidden the thing to come into the dorm, so they are keeping it in a plastic case in the common room.