Canines Diary

Canaines Diary.

AN: Written as if this were Remus Lupin’s diary. Meant to be angsty.. In a funny way? It’ll likely just come out soppy, and bland. Epic fail. REMUS/SIRIUS. Also know as RIRIUS SUPIN. Yes.
Also, my beloved Marzi's gonna write Sirius's Journal entries. Those will be every second chapter. She'd better get writing! < 3
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, blah blah blah. Some Deathly Hallows references. Spoiler warning.
Yaoi warning. Do not like? Do not eat.

September 12th.
Dear Diary;
What is love? Is it that feeling of butterflies in your stomach, and a heavy heart in your chest when he looks at you? I think that’s what it is. Because every time he looks at me, I feel a guilty tension in my heart, and a large amount of that infernal fluttering. I really do not need this on top of him seeing me naked and covered in hair every month. Oh god. He’s seen me naked and covered in hair every month! Of course.. He wouldn’t mention that. James is bold to even call it my furry little problem. What, do I have a badly behaved rabbit or something? I surely think not.

I forgot. This is my first entry for this one. Hello! My name is Remus John Lupin, and I am currently a 5th year student at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. To be blunt, I’m a werewolf. No, not those hairy men you see in bad 60’s horror films. Every full moon I turn into a wolf, and I try to eat people. It’s a painful and scary ordeal, but I’ve had to deal with my monthly transformation since I was about 7 years old. Now I’m 15.

I have three best friends, and a secret love. My three best friends are Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew. Together we are the Marauders. Sirius and James more so then Peter and I. Us Marauders have a knack for causing mischief, and we rarely go a day without someone crying over purple hair, burnt robes, or long toenails. I met this unlikely concoction of males on my first ride on the Hogwarts express. My secret love? That’ll come later.

James Potter is a half-blood from Essex. He’s a scruffy sort, he doesn’t like to shave, and his hair always sticks up. He’s frankly obsessed with this girl, Lily, who is rather nice. Though I could never see them dating- or even standing in the same room as each other for more then a few hours. It’s like putting fire and fireworks together. You get quite the display. James is a quiddich player, a seeker. He’s ruddy good at it, too. Best I’ve ever seen.

Sirius Black is a pure-blood. Perhaps you know of the Black family. They’re lines have crossed into the Malfoy’s, Lestrange’s and the Weasley’s all within the past few years. Apparently they just resurfaced. Anyways. Sirius is really elegant, despite his roguishness. He can’t go a day without three girls asking him out. It’s the long hair and those high cheekbones I swear. No one knows where Sirius lives. No one would want to. His mother’s a piece of work, and his dad’s just a mess. Sirius has a little brother, he’s a second year. Not as good looking, but popular with the Slytherins anyways.

Last and not lest, we have Peter Pettigrew. He’s a soft lump-like boy from Cork, Ireland. He’s alright, really. But he really idolises James. To the point of being annoying at times. He’s got a good heart. But Sirius worries about him. He’s been spending an awful lot of time alone these days, and Sirius reckons that being alone so much isn’t good for a person like Peter. I’ve never asked Peter about his blood linage. But I’m pretty sure he’s a half.

And then there’s me. I’m a half blood. My mother’s a muggle, and my fathers a wizard. Marie and John Lupin. My dad’s big with the ministry, he’s got a good eye for finding things that have gone missing. That’s why he’s head of the removal of accidental magical infestations committee. Which means he runs around the UK and gets rid of magical evidence. We don’t have a lot of money. But we’re happy, most of the time. Mum cries a lot when Father’s not home. I can’t comfort her, because she’s scared of me. She’s been scared of me since I got attacked by that wolf.

It’s lights out. Sirius is complaining at me to turn out the light. So I’d better do as told. I’ll leave you with a quote. “Paper is more patient then man”. I can’t remember where I read it. I read too many books to keep track of what goes where.

Much love.

Remus J Lupin.

PS; The one I was talking about being in love with. He’s currently telling me to turn out the light. I want to whisper “Goodnight Sirius, I love you.” but I think a “Shut up you sot” will suffice. Goodnight, my dear Sirius.