My furred Costume

Summary: This is the story of the infamous Marauder, Remus Lupin. His struggles with love, being a werewolf, friendships and death. This is his diary, his life.

Rating: PG-13 most of the time, may be R in later chapters, not quite decided.

Disclaimer: I do not own Remus or the other characters known in this story. Katelyn is mine, some others will be.

Dear Diary (SEPTEMBER 1st),

Today is my first day back at school, now I am sitting in a compartment, utterly alone. But it always seems that the quiet Marauder was alone, a shade in the colourful rays that is life. My life seems to be a darker one, black and white, yet everyone else had some colour.

"Hey Prongs, look, there's Moony!" I hear my good friend Sirius Black say. It did not surprise me one bit that he had a swarm of good-looking girls following him around, like his shadow. Him, my good friend James and Peter- the little fumbling idiot, entered my compartment, shutting the door in the faces of those overbearing girls.

I forced my haggard face to bare a slight grin though I felt a flood of fatigue that all werewolves feel. Yes diary, my 7th diary for year 7, I am a werewolf. A creature not quite human yet not quite animal.

Sirius just wrapped an arm around my shoulder, I managed to hide what I was writing from him for a secound but he did not seem that clued to what I was doing. He must've been accustomed to my writing habits; since first year had I brought a diary around with me, never to part for fear of a Slytherin reading it.

"My good mate Moony, it was great to find you, you're like a cockroach, always-"Sirius started to speak, before I cut him off.

"-A nuisance? Sirius, I'm more like a butterfly." I commented, hearing the chuckles from both my friend James and Sirius. What was it that made them laugh? Gosh, I must stop writing while I speak, my writing is terrible!

"A butterfly? That was no better than what Sirius said!" James laughed, he then seemed to be having a very intriguing conversation- or argument for their voices seemed to be heated- because they forgot about me.

The two of them are a great example of what I mean by a 'colourful person'. James is the colour of blue, one minute he will be calm, the next a lighter blue, which resembles happiness, sometimes a deep blue, giving off mystery and self-hate. Sirius is a yellow, he never really seems unhappy and since I know him intimately, he is never unhappy, always bubbly like the radiant sun.

My gosh, I must stop labelling people by colour, it is started to shock even me! If anyone ever read my diary they'd just... laugh at me, but in this journal I can say whatever I want and the only one to patronise me is myself.

After getting quite bored of writing my 'colours' I took a look out of the compartment window, seeing a rich and radiant shimmer of deep red, it could only belong to the captivating Miss Evans. She was a beautiful girl; we are quite good friends and seemed to converse much about schoolwork and subjects. Once upon a time I had deep feelings for her, almost ones of love, but then I would look at James and see the look he gives her. Even if they fight, I know that they are meant to be. He'd protect her; I could kill her when I am in my other attire. So I eventually let the feelings fade into just respect, nothing more. Her colour was red for her passion and temper- just like her flaming hair.

What is that smell? Ah, Dammit, I have to change compartment now! Write later diary!

Ok, I'm back, let me explain what my previous comment was about (well, explain to myself as an elder man). You see, those 'lovely' pairing of absolute idiots, were having such a vivid argument about which is better- stink bombs (muggle) or dung bombs. So what did they do? Set both off to see what was worst! The outcome, a fusion of stink consuming the air, apparently dung bombs (James) won, even if I couldn't tell one foul stench from the other. My, my, I will have that smell of eggs in my nose for days!

Now we are sitting in a compartment with none other than Lily Evans! Her and James are having a good go at mentally killing each other; the noise is so thunderous that my ears are beginning to vibrate! They both are quite boisterous in their voices and it sucks, I really, really need to leave.

Ah, only seconds later and here comes the trolley lady! And lucky both Lily and James had to depart for they have 'Head Of School' duties together. Well, if these new commitments won't break them it'll certainly make them!

So now it's just Sirius, Peter and... Kate. If I look up at my previous diary entries, I would've mentioned her no more than once but today I guess I can't stop staring at her. She had certainly changed a bit over the summer. Her outer looks were as magnificent as before but there seemed to be something different, something more puzzling than last time. Her face seemed to plastered in a never-ending frown. Her eyes seemed swollen and it was like she was hiding something deep.

Katelyn was the best friend of Lily Evans; she was also quite pretty but in her own unique way. Katelyn and I never really talked or exchanged words much. We both were connected by house and by a friend, nothing else. Her blue eyes that once sparkled so brightly now seemed dulling lightly.

"What are you doing Romeo?" Katelyn asks, I write this with a blush for she must've seen me staring at her for a secound. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Her voice seemed so soft, a fake cheery sound put on. Ah, now she's looking for an answer... I guess I should give her one.

"Just writing in my journal." I replied while still scribbling, honestly I think I am probably the quickest writer in the school!

Our conversation kind of died down after that- we both didn't truly want to speak. She seemed lost in her own tormented life; I could see the signs with a closer look. Her lips were swollen, I don't know if it was from an excess amount of kissing or from someone's fist or harsh touch. Her cheeks were extremely pale from either grief or make up and the soft noises of her breath were so uneven that it seemed she'd cry any moment.

Ah, finally! We have now officially arrived at Hogwarts and it is such a relief! I can feel a grin forming on my face; finally I am home. The castle stood magnificently up on its hill making me look like a 'cockroach' or a 'butterfly'. The lights were shining through the windows dug out of the sturdy wood.

So I must stop writing, it is rude to write at the feast or during the talks. I will try and write more maybe tonight or tomorrow, maybe in some classes. I am such a rebel... that's why I am a marauder.

Remus' Quote Of The Day (entry): "never judge a book by its cover, at least read the blurb before you do so."

I'm outies.

Remus Lupin.

(RnR)