Chapter Two:
Five years later?
Of all the things that we found in Issy's attic, I can't believe that my old journal was one
of them. It only had one entry, and I've decided to add another. I'm twenty-one years
old. I live with my friend, Issabella Crandall, and her mother. Both of my parents are
dead, as are three of my best friends, and the one who I thought was my friend is locked up in Askaban.
The date is October 31st, 1982. Lily, James, and Peter have been dead for one year. And yet, tonight, children will go out, collecting candy, and having general merriment. It is only the few that suffer. James and Lily's parents. Issy and I. My ex-girlfriend Hayden. Her boyfriend Sage. Alice. Liz. Juni, perhaps. Maybe even Dallas?
Those of us who James and Lily knew, who Peter knew, who were graced by the light known as their friendship that will have to suffer the pain the Sirius Black has caused us all.
I can't believe that we used to be friends with him, my fellow marauders. We trusted him.
I still trusted him, even when he accused me of being the spy. And why? Because I'm a Lycanthrope. Maybe it was because I hadn't been able to find a real job since I left Hogwarts, something which pains me. Maybe it was because I'd have to start making excuses to spend some time with Hayden, whom my fellow Marauders disapproved of because she had time and again turned down Sirius when they were at school, with even cattier comments then Lily used to give James, back in sixth year.
What I wouldn't give, to be that young again. To be a relatively carefree teenager. To have people who really cared. To be able to sleep in a bed that I could call my own and write poetry for James to give to Lily because he was too romantically inept to do so. To threaten Black that I'd cut his hair in his sleep if he didn't do something about the fleas. To stuff myself stupid with Peter's sandwiches. Not to mention Pina Colada Friday and the Ravenclaw Karaoke Night that the marauders always crashed. To have Haydie's arms wrapped around me and companions by my side.
They all died for something that they believed in, James, Lily and Peter did. And now I feel the part of the coward. I didn't know what had happened that night until Albus told me, a week later. I had wondered why Sirius wasn't picking up his phone.
And now I sit here, munching on a bowl of dry Frosted Mini Wheats and chroncilizing the sad events of a young werewolf.
I got turned down for the sixth job I'd applied for this month, and it seems less and less likely that I'm going to find one. My own personal support system named Issy tries to tell me otherwise buy I turn a deaf ear. There's nothing that she can say that's going to correct the life that Fenrir Greyback set out for me, the life of a filthy werewolf.
What do you think? I think it expresses Remus's feelings nicely during that period in his life.