I hate mirrors. I look awful. Mum is still making me eat...dad is still trying to get me to go outside. He told me to try out for quidditch again...he says I'll need the exercise. Quidditch? What'll that do for me? IT TIRES ME OUT!
Hogwarts? School? What'll happen? I'm sure someone will notice!
I wish I could just break the mirror in my room! My face is pale, my eyes have bags under them, my hair is flecked with hints of grey, and I look like I don't eat at all! Plus, the nightmares are worse! I get more and more of them! I end up not sleeping at all!!!
As a matter of fact, I'm writing this now. It's probably past midnight...mum made me sleep early, but I woke up from a terrible dream. So, here I am writing this. It's no use trying to sleep again....
See, when I'm....when I'm in my...transformed-state, I don't remember all of it. That's the one good thing about my condition. I DON'T REMEMBER ALL OF IT. But, when I have nightmares, it all comes BACK to me. I catch glimpses of it. Red. Dark. Blood. Basement.
I HATE them! I HATE writing about them. I HATE EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THEM! So, why am I writing this now? I have no bloody idea why! I just DON'T want to go back to sleep. It'll come back for sure...I DON'T want to see it...to go through it...to be IT again!
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The Journal of Remus Lupin
FanfictionThis is the journal of Remus Lupin. I have put a tongue tying hex on it, and have put a lot of other charms on it as well. Don't even try to read it (i'm talking to you, Black!) Shared by Teddy Lupin after reading his fathers journal. I have reinfor...
