Prologue
Sometimes, I find myself wishing I was dead, like my friends. James was murdered by one who we all considered a friend. Sirius was killed trying to rescue his godson, James's son, and his godson's friends. And Peter will be a dead man if I ever get the chance to put my hands around his neck. He is dead to me.
Once a month, I change into a horrible beast. Then, after the dreaded night is over, I spend a day, all alone, sitting in my bedroom, remembering the days of my youth. I recall the friendship, the courage, the love, the hate, the bitterness, the betrayal, the tears, the laughter, the joy, the pain…. I remember every single moment of it as though it had just happened. Some of the memories bring tears to my eyes; some make me laugh so hard I have tears in my eyes. They were some of the best days of my life. I will never forget those days. I wish I could live some of them over and over again. But some I wish I could erase from my memory completely.
But since you asked, I will tell you the story of myself and my good friends. I warn you, the story doesn't have a happy ending, as most do. It is a tale that ends in pain and death. But you asked.