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