New Title and Editations!

I know people will be tired of seeing this all the time but who cares! This is for me!! Well I got my "half fish" Nique to look over it and she pointed out some editations that had to be made. Also the title of the story is being changed from "The Marauder Chronicles" to "The Remus Journals" I changed it because right now I want to focus just on Remus for this one. If I decide to write the others, then they will be named something similar like "The Sirius Journals" or "The Sirius Notebooks" Something like that.

Here's Chapter two with all the editations that my "half fish" made!

Train Rides

With Dumbledore’s help I was finally able to attend school. Of course, certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to my hidden tunnel. Both the tunnel and the house were to be used by me when I Changed.

I was extremely anxious to know how the other children would react to me. After living in a neglecting then hostile environment for six years, I didn’t know what to expect. There were two things, however, that I regretted to leave. The first being my family, and the second being the forest behind our house. The forest was my sanctuary, a place that I went to when life got too overwhelming. Those were the times that I wished I could transform at will. Yes, it was excruciatingly painful, but with the pain came an exhilarating, adrenaline pounding experience. There was a certain feeling of escape. Running was also a big part of the changes. Soon after I was bitten and changing regularly, I began running to ease the pain. Changing is exhausting work, and running helped me to regain my strength quicker than if I just rested in bed all day. However, everything changed when I went to Hogwarts.

I remember dreading the moment when I had to board the train. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I had never been away from my parents for a long period of time. They had always been there. Completely understanding no matter how angry or depressed I was. To leave this comfort zone and travel to some unknown place was odd. I figured that was the wolf in me talking. In my mind, I was ready to leave that hell, but the wolf protested, insisting that I stayed to protect what was mine. Fortunately, that urge was quickly stifled and I was able to board the scarlet train that would take me to my new home.

Once on the train, I searched for the emptiest compartment that I could find. I ended up in one with a boy around my age who had thick, rowdy hair and kind hazel eyes that had a tint of mischief in them. His name was James Potter, and while there was some awkwardness at first, we worked through that and became fast friends. I remember the very first thing he said, after our introductions, was, “Do you like Quidditch?”. I honestly knew nothing about the sport other than the fact that it was played on broomsticks. However, wanting to fit in, I said that I loved the game. Needless to say that didn’t go too well. He caught my bluff less than two minutes into the conversation.

-- Up To No Good

Marauder Chronicles Chapter 2 - WIP

I wrote just a tad more to the little sneak peek down there!


Train Rides

With Dumbledore’s help I was finally able to attend school. Of course, certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to my hidden tunnel. Both the tunnel and the house were to be used by me when I Changed.

I was extremely anxious to know how the other children would react to me. After living in a neglecting then hostile environment for six years, I didn’t know what to expect. There were two things, however, that I regretted to leave. The first being my family, and the second being the forest behind our house. The forest was my sanctuary, a place that I went to when life got too overwhelming. Those were the times that I wished I could transform at will. Yes, it is excruciatingly painful, but with that pain comes an exhilarating, adrenaline pounding experience. There was a certain feeling of escape. I felt free and unstoppable when I Changed and ran. Running was also a big part of the changes. Soon after I was bitten and changing regularly, I began running to ease the pain. Changing is exhausting work, and running helped me to regain my strength quicker than if I just rested in bed all day. However, everything changed when I went to Hogwarts.

I remember dreading the moment when I had to board the train. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I had never been away from my parents for a long period of time. They had always been there. Completely understanding no matter how angry or depressed I was. To leave this comfort zone and travel to some unknown place was odd. I figured that was the wolf in me taking. I my mind, I was ready to leave that hell, but the wolf protested, insisting that I stayed to protect what was mine. Fortunately, That urge was quickly stifled and I was able to board the scarlet train that would take me to my new home.

Once on the train, I searched for the emptiest compartment that I could find. I ended up in one with a boy around my age who had thick, rowdy hair and kind hazel eyes that had a tint of mischief in them. His name was James Potter, and while there was some awkwardness at first, we worked through that and became fast friends. I remember the very first thing he said, after our introductions, was, “Do you like Quidditch?”. I honestly knew nothing about the sport other than the fact that it was played on broomsticks. However, wanting to fit in, I said that I loved the game. Needless to say that didn’t go too well. He caught my bluff less than two minutes into the conversation.

--Up To No Good

Sneak Peek!! Marauder Chronicles Chapter 2!!

ok This is the unedited first draft of the first couple sentences of chapter two!!

WoW... That was a mouth full...

Remus Lupin

With Dumbledore's help I was finally able to attend school. Of course certain precautions had to be made. Prior to my arrival, a secret passage was created that led from the school grounds to an old house on the outskirts of the nearby wizarding village of Hogsmeade. To conceal that passage, a particularly violent tree called the Whomping Willow was planted at the entrance, preventing anyone from getting too close to the hidden tunnel.

There will be more soon!!

--Up To No Good

Marauder Chronicles Chapter 1

The Bite

My name is Remus Lupin, and I am a werewolf. Although I try not to think much about the event, the night that I was bitten drastically changed not only my life, but also the lives of all the people I have ever known. At first, I thought that I could hide or conceal it in some way, but that was easier said than done. Needless to say, I failed miserably. I suppose I should start from the beginning and tell you exactly how things turned out the way they did.

I was extremely young when I was bitten, five to be exact. It was a cool, brisk autumn evening in the small village I called home and almost all the leaves on the ground were trampled. Winter was coming soon, and I was ecstatic. While playing in the leaves that day, Riley, my family's large black lab, went missing in the forests behind our house. Because of this, I made an extremely large fuss that caused my father and I to venture out in search of him. My father told me that we had to hurry because the sun was setting. He seemed very nervous, and at the time, I didn’t know why so I let it go. In my mind, it seemed as if we had searched for hours, when in reality, we had most likely only searched for about ten minutes. I was panicked and desperately looking for any signs of my dog.

When I heard a deep growl ahead of me, I froze. Thinking I had finally found the dog, I ran in the direction of the sound. Even though the sounds that a dog make and the sounds that a werewolf make are vastly different, at that age, I wouldn’t have noticed or cared.

I heard my father calling for me to wait for him, but, like a fool, I ignored him. Before I knew what was happening, my face was in the dirt and there was a searing pain in the tender spot beneath my neck. Wincing, I struggled to turn and see the face of my attacker, but instead I was met by two cold, hungry, steel gray eyes and a mouth packed with finely honed teeth that pierced my flesh. I could feel the monster’s warm, putrid breath caress my skin and the weight of its body on my back, pinning me down. When I looked down, I saw the ground beneath me covered in my own blood.

Every move I made and every breath that I took had an unbearably painful effect. I was horrified and was certain that I was going to die. I felt my life energy escaping with every breath. White lights began to dance in front of my vision, and my consciousness slowly started slipping away. It was then that I heard a familiar voice yell something that I could not comprehend at the time, and suddenly, the weight of the brute left me. The last thing I remembered seeing was the creature fleeing into the woods before my entire world was enveloped in the arms of unconsciousness.

I was out for less than a week. My mother, being a muggle, was sure that the bite would kill me, but my father, a wizard, quickly rushed me to St. Mungo’s hospital for treatment. Unfortunately, there was, and still is, no cure for lycanthropy. As I have mentioned before, after I was condemned to live life as a werewolf, I tried to hide it. However, concealing something like that in a place where everyone knew each other was near impossible, and within a couple of days, everyone knew of my “condition”.

It was terrible. The local children, who I had often played with and thought were my good friends, unexpectedly turned on me. I thought that they would understand and stick by me when they learned of what I had become. But I was wrong. For years they avoided me, partially on their parents orders and partially out of fear. For years this went on, and for years I lived in loneliness. As we grew, their “Remus-phobia” slowly subsided and was instead replaced by disgust. They were disgusted by me and the monster that I harboured within. They teased me, abused me, and tried driving me out of town. “Monster” was what they referred to me as.

I tried to be strong and I ignored it just as my parents told me to, but I found that the more I ignored it, the more I secluded myself. I wanted it to end. I wanted to end the hell that I suffered because of the damned bite. When I voiced these thoughts to my parents, they immediately took action and contacted the one person they knew could help. Albus Dumbledore.


P.S. I own nothing… sadly

--Up To No Good

Hello!

Hello people!! How is life? Good I hope!

As you might have already guessed, this is a new blog! YaY! *blows noise maker*

The last one didn't really work for the stories and I'm hoping this one will. Right now that one is serving as my picture hosting place. I'll post the newly revised version of my current story here soon.

-- Up To No Good