The Diaries of Moony and Padfoot

26 September

2006-01-10T05:33:12Z

Not talking to James or Peter.

Tolerating Sirius. At first I didn't think I'd be able to talk to him, but he's obviously angry at James and Peter too.

Stupid berks.

What's Peter on about, anyway? I don't look anything like Sirius's girlfriend. She doesn't look anything like me.

Ex-girlfriend, I should say.

They broke up.

So what? ~~He was just using her for sex~~

That's mean. I don't even know if it's true. We're talking – me and Sirius – but not about anything that has to do with…well, anything.

He just said – like an aside – "Oh, I broke up with Meg."

Like it wasn't a big deal.

It's not a big deal.

I don't care about Sirius and ~~Meg~~ anyone!!!!!

I don't sodding care.

I need to see Catrin. I wish

Maybe

I don't know

I can't write about this stuff.

What I want

It's not important.

I shouldn't write about this stuff, but if I don't, all these stupid thoughts will be crashing around in my head. I need to get them out. I can't talk. I don't know what to do.

I need to shag Catrin. That'll get me sorted.

Sirius' diary

2005-09-25T01:21:18Z

Well, we're back on speaking terms. Moony and I, that is. Nothing too fancy. I did something Padfoot-like before breakfast, he was about to laugh but threw a cushion at me instead and ended up laughing at my surprised look.

So everything was fine for the rest of the day.

Until (there's always a 'until' where I'm concerned, isn't there?) right before dinner. All 4 of us where in the dorm when I asked Moony, just for curiosity's sake, why did he think Meg wasn't good-looking?
He shrugged and was about to say something when Wormtail interrupted without looking up from his magazine, saying something about Moony being self-depreciating as always.

I think that after about 3 minutes he realised that the silence that followed meant something and finally raised his eyes to see Prongs, Moony and me staring at him.

And finally he said what must have been crossing his mind ever since I started seeing Meg:

'What? Am I the only one who noticed how alike Moony and Meg look?'

Oh.

OH!

Prongs started laughing, going on about how true that was, but then Moony, who had been gaping, started arguing, saying they were wrong. Prongs tried to argue back, still laughing, but Moony didn't seem to find it the bit amusing and just stormed out of the dorm. He's becoming quite the expert in storming out lately (at least this time he was NOT storming out on ME).

I was too ~~shocked~~ surprised to say anything.

After dinner I broke up with Meg. ~~I really can't cope~~ It was getting too intense, too serious, and I really can't cope with that, right now.

Oi! The scene she made! Quite the tantrum, actually.

~~And~~

Right.

Sirius' diary

2005-09-11T22:56:16Z

Oh yes, I was looking forward to more 'Quidditch' with you, too, Meg.

Gryffindor scheduled a friendly practice game with Ravenclaw for this morning, and I was hoping to ~~have some fun~~be with Meg after it. A perfect way to spend some time before lunch on a Sunday.

But nothing like that happened.

Instead, one of our Beaters, who is more clumsy than Andromeda's girl (at least she has the excuse of being a little child), completely misdirected the Bludger, and the damned thing hit me RIGHT ON MY BLOODY ELBOW!
That hurts!

So much I fell off my broom.
Prongs came to the rescue, but in his haste the only spell he could think of was Levi-bloody-corpus! And there I was, clutching my arm in excrutianting pain, while hanging pathetically by my ankle.
I can’t believe I owe my life to ~~a git~~someone who saved me by humilliating me!

Then I went to Pomfrey and, of course, I had to explain to her why my elbow was so weak to beguin with. Prongs helped, Moony piped in, Wormtail gave one last remark and in the end the tale we told her was so far-fetched, that if she believed one single word of it, she should be sacked.

Basically the bone wasn’t in the right place when Prong’s mum mended it, so now Pomfrey put a Binding Spell on my arm so that I can’t move it for TWO whole weeks!

As if my day wasn’t bad enough, as I was telling the Marauders my bad luck with Meg after we returned to our dorm, Mssr. Moony decided to give his opinion on the subject, by asking what the fuss was that all about, since she’s ‘not that good-looking’. Not that good-looking? On what planet?
But, of course, Mssr. Moony now knows alot about ladies, since he prefers to spend his time with ~~the Bitch~~the Cat, instead of spending it with us.

Anyway, in the end there was one big shouting match, and he just stormed out of the dorm.

At lunch there were four very silent Marauders at the Gryffindor table.
Well, that is until I
I tried to pour myself some pumpkin juice, but the jug was very full, and since someone had spilt something on the table, everytime I tried to pour it and touch the glass with the jug, the glass would slip away, and it’s not like I could hold it with my left, is it? So. Bloody. Frustrating.
By the 4th time, all I wanted was to throw the jug at Evans (well, she WAS closer than CaSnivellus)
Peter tried to help, but instead of putting his fork down first, he stuffed all the mashed peas on his mouth instead and choked. James had to cast the Heimlich Charm on him and everything. Prongs should get a medal or something for today (well, he did gain lots of points for our House, which means there's a lot of points for the Marauders to lose).
In the end, albeit not looking at me, Moony was the one who helped me with it. With a huff.

At dinner he did it again, before I even made a move for the jug and before helping himself to juice.
But we’re still not on speaking terms.

In other news, this afternoon, while we were outside and Moony was ~~brooding~~reading a book a few feet away, Prongs took Moony’s camera and took a picture of him. I decided to hide it for him.
Well, Prongs DID save me today (despite his odd choice of spells), and I know how Moony feels about having his picture taken. With the mood he's in today, he’d probably bite Prongs’ head off!

~~Nic~~Who knew Prongs was such a good photographer?

20 September 1976

2005-09-11T00:51:58Z

20 September 1976,

Sirius has been acting strangely. I don't know how to talk to him. I hope Prongs can figure him out.

I've been spending time with Catrin. It's nice. I mean, I've got my friends, but it's nice spending time away from them, too. Sometimes it feels like I belong to them in a way, because they know about me. It doesn't really bother me. It's just nice to be with someone else sometimes.

I took some pictures of Catrin with the camera my parents gave me this summer. She thought the camera was cool, and she was funny when she was posing.

I took this normal photograph of her.

She signed it for me.

I took this other one when she wasn't paying attention. I like it better.

Sirius' entry

2005-08-01T00:54:53Z

The Sexual Habits of Hogwarts' Female Student Body

a comprehensive sexual study, house by house, by ME

Gryffindor: it remains to be ~~seen~~studied.
Hufflepuff: sweet and loving. Too Loving. Scary.
Slytherin: those lasses don't have sex, they have a complex, sophisticated mating ritual. Interesting the first time, appallingly boring all the other times.
Ravenclaw: anytime, anywhere, anyhow. You need to eat a hippogriff to keep up with them!

Which means that the Ravenclaw Seeker and I, this morning, after Quidditch practice… Tee hee!
She really is pretty, despite what Moony may think(and the weird look Wormtail gave me. What the fuck
was THAT about?)
Oh, and her name is Meg. Meg, well, Meg from Ravenclaw, I guess.

Full moon was two days ago. It was good, with the 'Pack' all together again in the Forbidden Forest.
Though I had trouble keeping up. Padfoot's paw is still bad.

Which brings us to yesterday! Pomfrey told us that Moony would be out soon, so we didn't have to wait in the Infirmary. I went to the dorm to wait for him and ask for some of that salve (though I was going to rub it myself, what with that disaster the other day), but Mssr Moony decided to spend his day at the Library with some Hufflepuff! Caitlin, or Katrine or whatever.

Nice one, Lupin. So you prefer to spend the day after the full moon with Kate instead of spending it with me your friends? Well, I hope Catherine makes you happy!

7 September 1976

2005-07-23T05:23:39Z

7 September 1976

I thought her name was Catherine, but it's not. It's Catrin. Catrin Llewelyn-Jones. (Might have spelled that wrong. She's Welsh.) I talked to her this afternoon, after Charms. She seems nice. She's not pretty. I don't mean she's ugly because she's not. She's got sort of a flat chest, and a longish nose, and she's got a few freckles, but her hair is long and it's sort of reddish-brown, and she's got grey eyes.

She's from Tywyn. Her family's farmers mostly, but her dad's a wizard. Her mum's a Muggle. She said Arithmancy is her favorite class. It's mine, too.

Catrin Llewelyn-Jones.

That's the prettiest name I've ever heard.

The full moon is tomorrow night.

5 September 1976

2005-07-18T17:57:10Z

5 September 1976

How You Know That You Don't Fancy ANYONE

(notes for a future dissertation by ~~Remus John~~ ~~Remus J. Lup~~ R.J. Lupin, ~~Esquire~~)

1. Someone else fancies the person you don't fancy and you don't care. (Ex.: The new Ravenclaw Seeker fancies Sirius and I don't care. He doesn't fancy her back. He wouldn't. She's not his type at all. She's really not that pretty. She's awfully thin, and she's got these big dark eyes that sort of bug out at you. She's supposed to be a good Seeker, though.)

2. The person you don't fancy acts like a prat and it doesn't bother you. (Ex.: The other day Sirius wanted more of that salve for his arm. He acted like a complete prat when I gave it to him, and it didn't bother me. He's usually a bit of a prat, so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. When you fancy someone and they act like a prat, it should bother you. It bothers James when Lily brushes him off. Ergo, James fancies Lily. I fancy no one.)

3. It's just too much. No one can be a werewolf and poor and a poof. That's just too much.

4. To be added after more thought and observation.

Classes are all right. We've got a lot of work already. Some of it's hard. Most of it's just a lot of reading. It's interesting, I guess. Some of it. Just don't see the point, as no one will hire me no matter how well I do.

Still, I reckon I should do all the work.

Still haven't really talked to S about his family. He probably talks to J about it.

There's a girl in my Charms class – a Hufflepuff – who keeps smiling at me. I don't really know her. Should I say something?

Sirius' diary

2005-07-03T04:02:19Z

I
~~Sometimes I've wondered~~
~~Sometimes~~
Oh, bugger, will I ever be able to start this sodding thing with a complete sentence?

Right, today classes started. And so did Quidditch ~~practise~~practice.
I asked Prongs not to tell a soul about my elbow, because I wanted to play normally.
The practice went fine, but after a while my arm was killing me. So I headed to the dorms, where I knew Moony would be, to ask him for some more of that salve. Again he offered to rub it on me.

~~See, the problem is~~
~~When I was younger~~
I
~~/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\~~

I'VE ALWAYS FELT FUNNY WHEN PEOPLE TOUCHED ME!!!

There. I said it.

It started when I was 11 or 12. With Prongs, for crying out loud! I thought ~~I was a poofter~~ there was something wrong with me. Then I noticed the same thing happened with girls, so I thought I was some kind of ~~sexual~~ freak.
Then I decided just to ignore, and I noticed that if I was the one touching people or if I was paying attention when people touched me, I'd be fine, so I never acted all awkward or like someone socially inept.

Until today. With Moony. Moony, of all people! I think I was even a tad rude to him, when he was just offering to help me. ~~I hated seeing the~~

Anyway, Ravenclaw has a new Seeker. Pretty thing, frail looking, with dark blond hair and brown eyes. She turned beet red when I caught her looking at me.

Interesting.

1 September 1976 - addendum

2005-06-08T02:20:49Z

I wasn't just thinking about Sirius's lips

I wasn't

I wasn't

FUCK

PS...

2005-06-07T04:34:14Z

Forgot what I said before. Sometimes is good to have your friends around.
Right after I finished the last entry, Moony came looking for me. He brought me a salve for my arm (so Prongs did tell them everything), the same he uses after the full moons.
He offered to put it on my arm, and then asked me whether I was going to push him too if he hurt me accidentally. He asked it matter-of-factly, mind you, like if pushing one of your best friends on a roof, risking him falling 60 feet into certain death, is the most reasonable thing to do. And that made me smile.
I told him I hadn't meant what I called Evans. He said he knew. I needed that.

Then he stopped and just stared at me. I raised my brow and he snapped out of it, looking oddly embarrassed. And he was gone, saying it was late and that we have class tomorrow.

I think I'm off to bed, too.

S.

1 September 1976

2005-06-06T05:34:24Z

Sorry my handwriting is such a mess. I'm writing this under my duvet and it's hard to write and hold the duvet up so I can breathe. If James or Peter to see me writing in this book they'll know I'm writing about what happened today, and I don't want them to know. They'll want to see what I'm writing because they'll want to know what I think about what happened and I don't ~~want them to~~.

It's complicated.

I haven't said what I think. I don't like what I think, so I'm not going to say anything until I think something else.

What happened is, over the summer hols, Sirius ran away from home. He went to Ja the Potters. I know why he would. The Potters' house is closer ~~than m~~ to London, and James is Sirius's best friend. They're like brothers.

What's weird is that I feel jealous. It's weird because I'm not jealous. There's no reason to be jealous. So I don't know why I feel jealous. Maybe I don't. It's probably something else that I'm not identifying right.

I'm going to erase that whole bit later, when I can cast a spell without the others hearing.

Anyway, Sirius ran away. I don't know exactly why, but I gather his family did something horrible.

I hate Sirius's family.

They're horrible people. They don't understand anything. They don't appreciate anything. They've hated him since he got Sorted into Gryffindor, not Slytherin, and it's just so stupid and it's not fair. He gets good marks. All the professors think he's brilliant. He's Keeper. He's nice looking. He's popular. He's going to have a brilliant career when he leaves Hogwarts. He's not a we fucking werewolf. He's normal. What's wrong with any of that?

I wonder where he is right now. Not killing someone, I hope. I thought he was going to kill ~~Sni~~ Snape when we were on the train this morning. Or Evans. He called her a mudblood. He hasn't called anyone a mudblood in years. I thought maybe she was going to try to kill him after he said that.

I understand why he was angry. His whole family – except Alphard and Andromeda, naturally – came to the station to put Regulus and Narcissa on the train. They've never done that before. They only did it today because they wanted to ~~repudate~~ repudiate Sirius. Publically.

Snape shouldn't have teased him about it. That was stupid. He (Snape) should have known what would happen. Evans was only trying to make them stop fighting, but she grabbed Sirius's arm, and he'd hurt his arm (James said) after (or maybe right before?) he ran away.

What a mess.

It's getting really hot under the duvet, and my wrist is starting to hurt, and my handwriting is getting loopier (more loopy?)

I wonder where Sirius is.

I hope he's all right. I wonder if his arm is still hurting him much. I doubt he's been to see Pomfrey.

I've got some salve somewhere in my trunk, I think.

Sirius' diary - 1st September 1976

2005-06-01T22:21:15Z

~~Dia~~ Oh, whatever!

I'm at Hogwarts, now, sitting on the roof. Why am I on the roof instead of being inside the dorm, catching up with my friends? BECAUSE I'D FUCKING KILL SOMEONE IF I WASN'T ALONE!
First day of a whole new year, a whole new beginning, they say. Bloody brilliant! If today was just a foreshadowing of the rest of the year, mine will be fucking spiffing, I say.

So, when Prongs and I arrived at Platform 9 3/4, Moony and Wormtail were already waiting for us. If they thought anything about seeing us arriving together, they didn't show. We were chatting and everything was fine. We were together, and that was what mattered.
Then they arrived. The whole bloody House of Black parading in front of the entire Hogwarts and families. Well, not the entire House, since Andromeda, her daughter and uncle Alphard obviously weren't part of the party, but even Bellatrix was there, and she's no longer at Hogwarts (though she looked rather put off by it, and among all the Bads, that was actually a Good). But, anyway, my entire former family making a show of taking the younger ones to the train, family unity for the world to see.
Funny, I don't remember a single time when anyone of them took any of us to the train before. No, they weren't rubbing it in my face. ~~No, they weren't trying to humiliate me and show me how I no longer am one of them. At all.~~ Like I care.

Moony and Wormtail were staring at me, trying to figure out what was going on. I just told them I was staying at the Potters now and stared back at them, daring them to say anything. But they just nodded knowingly and changed the subject. Good, if they had as much as showed any kind of ~~sympathy, pity,~~ sympathy, if they as much as offer to lend an ear, I'd lose it. ~~I already know what's going on, thank you very much, I don't have to see it on other people faces~~

Unfortunately not everybody has heard of discretion. Obviously either Regulus or Narcissa must have told ~~Sna~~ Snivellus, because, when we were already on the train, he went after us and asked me, in front of everybody, why hadn't I been with ~~my family~~ them, since they obviously must have come to bid me farewell.
I didn't even think about it. One moment I was reaching my wand, the next moment I had cast a Bat Bogey Hex on Snivellus and was about to do much worse.
But of course, nothing can happen anywhere without Evans interfering (Evans is this vixen Prongs is helplessly and hopelessly in ~~love~~ lust with). She grabbed my left elbow and pulled hard to stop me.

That's when Hell started to break lose.

See, the problem with my left elbow comes from the day I left home. That night we had had a huge fight during dinner, until father sent me to my room. I was so pissed, it was so unfair, I started to break everything in my room. But soon I was out of things to break, yet I needed more. I needed to break, to destroy things, ~~to give them a reason to say all those horrible things to me~~
So I hauled myself against the wall. Broke the plaster and everything. And of course, broke my arm just below the elbow.
Quite the state I arrived in at the Potters, tired, sweaty, dirty and with my left arm at an odd angle. Sophie and Theodore (those are Prongs' parents) wanted to take me to Saint Mungo's, but I refused. I was afraid someone would tip off my parents.
So Sophie took care of it. She did the best she could, but of course she's no Pomfrey, which means my arm is taking a while to recover completely.

Anyway, what happened was that the moment Evans pulled it, it HURT. A lot. And without thinking I turned and pushed her hard. She hadn't noticed she'd hurt me, so she immediately assumed I was some sort of troll that goes around attacking girls and did her 2nd mistake. She said Snivellus was right in thinking it was odd I hadn't said goodbye to my family, but that was probably because I'm a spoiled brat who probably finds it too embarrassing to have mother giving me a farewell kiss. Because that would probably ruin my image.

Merlin, I snapped completely. I started to shout at her, telling her not to speak about what she didn't know of.
And then I called her mudblood.

The silence could have been cut with a knife. The shock in everybody's face was the most horrible thing I've ever seen. ~~Fucking hypocrites! Always so correct, always doing the sensible thing, when I can only imagine what they think about the likes of Moony~~
I didn't mean it. I didn't. I just wanted to hurt her. ~~Like she did to me~~ And that was the first thing that occurred to me. I didn't even realise what I was saying.
Funny enough, Evans didn't look too hurt. More like smug, like she had proven something.

Whatever.

The rest of the day was crap. I don't even remember the Sorting, as I was too occupied trying not to sulk.

Now I'm here on the rooftop, sulking, while Prongs is probably telling the others what happened during summer.
I'll stay here until they've all fallen asleep. I don't want to ~~face~~ see anyone.

S.

31 August 1976

2005-05-23T17:37:58Z

31 August 1976

Another year, another journal.

That looks so stupid, I almost want to cross it out. I almost want to throw this book out. This whole thing is stupid. This journal and this coming school year. Why am I going to want to look back on this? I'm not. Nothing's going to happen. I'll go to classes. We'll play pranks on the Slytherins. Once a month I'll go to the Shack.

I'm whinging, but so what? I can't whinge to my mates, so I might as well do it here.

It's not fair.

I did well on my OWLs. Not incredibly well. Not better than James and Sirius (though I did better than Sirius in Astronomy, and better than both of them in HoM). But about as well as I hoped to do. Mum and Dad were happy.

It doesn't matter.

McGonagall told me. It doesn't matter how well I do. It wouldn't have mattered if I'd got all O's. It doesn't matter how many NEWT-level classes I'll be starting this year. No one is going to hire a werewolf, and that's that. McG was nice about it, at least. But she didn't lie.

It's not fair.

I know whinging doesn't help.

So, I doubt I'll have much to write about this year.

Mum and Dad haven't talked about my prospects. I know they think about them, though. It'll be good to get out of the house, even if school will be rather pointless. My mates will keep me distracted, I suppose. I hope.

This Summer

Letters written: 14 (3 to James, 4 to Peter, 7 to Sirius)
Films seen: 4
Books read: 25 (will be 26 shortly)
Meteors seen during Perseids: 7
Walks taken: about 12 (I think)
Mountains climbed: 1
Lochs swum in: 2
Museums visited: 3
People snogged: 1
People told: 0
Arguments with parents: 1 1/2 (Mum was out shopping)
Hours until Hogwarts Express leaves: 15 1/4
Trunks packed: 0
Number of times running away to America contemplated: 1000000000000000000

Now that I've got everything numbered it feels like I've done very little. Why is that?

Better start packing.

Sirius' diary

2005-05-21T02:51:21Z

Dear Diary,

Diary,

Stack of parchment sheets with a leather cover with my name on it, written in a very nancy way,

Andromeda,
What in the world possessed you to buy me this crap? Motherhood is making you scary.

Diary, whose existence I'll probably forget in a couple of days, so the header doesn't matter anyway,

I'm Sirius Black, scion of the Decrepit and Most Deranged House of Black. Or at least I was until a couple of weeks ago. You see, I ran away from home. Not for the first time, mind you, but now it's for good.
It's not that I've issues with facing adversities. Hell, I'm a Gryffindor, facing adversities is what I'm good at, but sometimes facing them is like banging your head against a wall. Which is something I already do too often.
The main problem isn't my father. He never bothered me much, and I guess that deep down he does what he thinks is best. Shame, though, that he doesn't see how wrong his ideas are. I don't think we could be friends if he thought differently, but at least I wouldn't need to constantly hear that crap about the pureness of blood.
The main problem is my mother. Nothing I do is good enough for her. It doesn't matter what I do, anyway, because everytime I'd try to do things differently, either to please her, or to make her shut the fuck up, she'd say that the other way, the way I had done it the first time, was the right way. And, of course, even a house elf is better than I am.
And it's not like she's any good. I know for a fact that my grandparents thought for several years that she was Squib. And although she wasn’t one, they took care of marrying her right after she left Hogwarts, when she was still too pretty for her total lack of talent to show.
The thing is, she never managed to break me, control me and live vicariously through me. Like she does with Regulus, ~~my younger brother~~ the spare. And that's something she never was able to accept.
Sometimes I don't know if I bother to be good at things because I want to, or because I just want to rub it on her ugly face.

And that's where you come in, Diary.
Andromeda, one of my cousins and the only person I care for in that family (well, Andromeda and uncle Alphard, that is. He's all right. Too laid back to be around much, but at least he has the right ideas), gave you to me. She eloped to marry a Muggle-born, and held her wedding party at The Three Broomsticks, and told me that whenever the Blacks made her want to scream, she'd pour all her frustrations into a diary. She showed me a couple of very selected pages on the subject.
Cor, but that woman can swear! She had one page full of cunts. Well, not real cunts, but the word 'cunt' written several times all over the page.
So she decided it was probably a good idea for me to do the same

Currently I'm living at the Potters. James Potter is one of my best friends and the best brother I could ask for. And his parents just ace. I mean, they took me in, no questions asked, and Mrs Potter even went to my ex-home, demanding the rest of my stuff. How great is that?
The problem is that, before I ran away, I never expected much from my family. Sure, I'd get royally pissed whenever they started with their usual accusations, falling all over again in the same mistake, to the point of yelling at the unfairness of it all and trashing things, but that was as far as it would get me.
Now, the Potters took me in, they believed in me, and although I know that they only expect me to be happy, the idea of letting them down in whatever way scares the shit out of me. ~~And I don't like that~~

Anyway, my other best friends are Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, and together with James we are the Marauders. It's awesome! Together we're invincible, no one can get to us, no one is better than we are. And we're going to leave our mark in Hogwarts, like 'The Marauders were here'. Like we're immortal, or something.
Remus is cool. He's quiet and observant (but just as mischievous as the rest of us), and while he looks fragile, he's in fact a werewolf. A big mean werewolf.
Peter's all right, too, and I know he means well, ~~even if sometimes he means too well and ends up making a total arse out of himself.~~
And the best thing? James, Peter and I are illegal Animagi!
James is a stag (Prongs), Peter's a rat (Wormtail) and I'm a big black dog (Padfoot).
Remus is not an Animagus, because, like I said, he's a werewolf (Moony). And that's why we became what we are, because he has to endure really painful monthly transformations, and our animal forms can help him.
If you could just see his face the first time we showed him. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I mean, not Remus being beautiful. I mean, sure he's fit, for a guy, but that's not what I mean. Oh, bollocks! What I mean is that the sheer happiness on his face was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I never thought it was possible to do something so perfect. It's what magic is really about, you know? Not the everyday stuff we do with our wands. We were born with it, like the ability to walk on two legs. But that was real magic.
If someone ruins it, if someone makes Remus unhappy with it, I'll personally chase after them and kill them with my own hands in the most gruesome way possible. Because no one can break the best thing ~~I've~~ we've ever done.

Well, that was interesting. I ended up writing much more than I thought I would. But now I should try and get some sleep, because tomorrow James and I are returning to Hogwarts for our 6th year, and we'll be meeting Moony. And Wormtail.

Sirius