The Journal of Remus Lupin

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Day 1

So, I don't know how to start this exactly. Mum gave me this...notebook. She told me to write my "special emotions" in it. Not that I'm actually going to do that. I mean, who does that? Besides, if someone were to find out EVERYTHING about me, things would go wrong.

Today was my first day at Hogwarts. There's one emotion I do feel like sharing though: EXCITEMENT!

I never thought I would be allowed to be here. I think I'm dreaming. Yet, here I am in the Gryffindor common room, writing this while everyone else is asleep. Everything feels so real. I hope it is real. Professor Dumbledore is a really nice person. I can tell. He seemed to understand me when I met him. Actually, it felt like he was staring into my very soul. Gosh, that's creepy! Maybe mum put some sort of charm on this thing? I don't know. Mum gave me this on my birthday, but I never really had anything to write in it until now.

Well, I might as well go on. I'm not feeling particularly sleepy anyway. Besides, I have to make sure that I'll never forget this, just in case it is-a dream.

We arrived at platform 9 ¾ early. My parent's seemed to be as excited as I was. Mum was already on the verge of tears, and dad was looking pretty teary himself. There were many other kids around. I wasn't used to that. We live in an isolated place because, well, because of... Well, I know why! It's not like anyone is going to read this anyway. Since I'm the only one who'll read this, then I'll know why! I mean, what's the point of writing it down? Besides, if anyone else would read it... No, not yet. I'll learn how to put some kind of lock on this thing first. Anyway, mum wiped away a few tears and hugged me really tight. Dad patted my back and said something about being responsible. Mum muttered something about owling me every week, and every time before, and after the full moon after the, well, you know!

Then mum told me something about something else, but I don't really remember it now. Then dad messed up my hair and helped me onto the train. Gosh! I had never seen anything like this! There was a blur of people everywhere I looked! It even made me dizzy for a moment. I looked for an empty compartment. Thankfully, being early had its benefits. I went in there and looked out the window, searching the busy crowd for my parents. I spotted them and waved. They waved back and I noticed that mum was crying. Not because I was leaving, but because I would finally leave! Yes, I know it sounds strange, but my parents really are grateful that I can somehow have a "normal" life. I don't think it will be normal, but it's okay to dream. I sat down in the compartment for a while, thinking about what would lie ahead. Now, I sit here on my bed, still thinking of the exact same thing.

Then, two guys just burst in through the doors.
"Hey! Mind if we sit here? The others are already full", laughed the boy with the really messy black hair. I was startled for a moment. No one really talked to me... at least none of the kids at my old neighborhood did. I told them they could. Their names were James Potter, and Sirius Black. They were friends right away. James kept going on about how he would be sorted into Gryffindor; Sirius kept talking about how he dreaded the sorting. Apparently, he has a deep dislike for the Slytherin house. A little later on, a boy named Peter Pettigrew joined us. Funny, but we seemed to be friends right away, all four of us.

When we arrived at Hogwarts, I was sorted into Gryffindor along with those three. James had an "I-told-you-so" look on his face, Peter was pretty surprised, and Sirius, well, he was positively ecstatic. I was glad to be sorted in Gryffindor too. Professor McGonagall gave us our timetables. She is the head of the Gryffindor house. Honestly, I can't believe I was sorted into the house of the brave!

My hand is getting tired, and it is getting late. I have a whole day of class tomorrow, and I might as well get some rest. So....well, goodnight?

I don't know how to end this exactly. Never mind. I have to sleep.