Four friends started at school together,
they remained friends when it was done.
They saw one friend marry his sweetheart,
the birth of their dear son.

They had to say goodbye,
to the first many years ago.
It was painful to the others,
this you should know.

They vowed to take care of the little one,
as best as they knew how.
Events took place then,
that kept them from that vow.

Two friends remained,
separated they seemed to be.
The third friend’s betrayal,
was responsible for all you see.

To save the boy another was gone,
when he went through the veil.
The other watched helplessly,
as another Marauder fell.

Lupin remained though the others were gone,
He knew what he must do.
Lupin would keep the vow they made,
him and the other two.

He would stand beside the man,
who looks so much like the other.
He would do what had to be done,
to protect the son of his fallen brother.

Thanks I edited it and changed it around a bit but there is still a line or two that bug me. I give up and this is the finished product. Here is my new project hope you like it.



Remus stood at the window of his new home. He smirked at the word new being applied to this place. He was in a shack in the middle of no where. He had spent every dime that he had to purchase the property sight unseen because of all the land that came with the house. There were no other residents for miles. That meant if he somehow escaped tonight that he could hunt his land without the fear of hurting someone.
Remus looked at his clock knowing that he had done so only moments ago. As he turned back to the window and searched the inky blackness of night for a sign of the coming moon he tried to prepare himself for the pain to come. He knew the beast was there practically standing beside him. Lupin himself could fill the pull as the moon called the wolf out to play. The pain would be unbearable as the muscles stretched and the bones broke and reformed into the beast. Remus broke out into a sweat and decided to take his shirt off now while he still had the capacity to think for himself. He stood silently there in a ragged old pair of pants that had witnessed more than one change and waited. He had learned how to brew the wolf’s bane potion when Snape had disappeared after Dumbledore’s death. His only worry is that Snape’s potion was so much stronger and he was afraid that his would not be able to control the werewolf. The moon had begun to rise and he could feel that the change had begun. Lupin felt his legs change first and it felt like someone had hit him with a baseball bat that had broken the bones in his legs. Then that person had put the bones back wrong. Then his arms and torso changed the pain was excruciating he dropped down to all fours as his face began to change his eyes bulged and his teeth became sharp and pointed but the only thing that came through was the pain. After what seemed hours of torture the wolf lay on the floor taking a moment to adjust to his new surroundings. He sniffed the air and smelled man always the same man.” Why can’t I find him?” he thought. He did not like it when he felt so tame he was a werewolf and he was determined to hunt tonight not laze around like the other times that he was allowed his freedom. He approached the door and hit it with his paws over and over again until the wood finally gave way and he raced out into the night. There was nothing like the night as the wind caressed his fur. He caught the sent of a rabbit and decided to not hunt it. Tonight was not about food it was about racing with the moon. The wolf looked up into the sky and stopped and admired the shining orb. He continued to stare as he ran through the trees and found the stream. This land had everything that he would need to survive. He liked it here. He ran through the night and for the next few until the moon changed her shape. Remus woke in the forest at dawn tired and satisfied he had retained enough of himself with his potion that he could control the wolf. He began the long track back to the cabin to let everyone know that he was okay.

Thanks cute haiku. I am trying to write a song for here but old CCR lyrics keep popping into my head. I just wanted to let you know that I give up the song writing is hard. I will stick to poems and stories. I will check back here soon to see if anyone else posted.

Hi there! I read the first post, and it kinda inspired me to write something. So here it is.

A quite young man slumped by a tree,
Just as the day was dawning,
He could not remember the night before,
But he felt it by the morning,

His face lay poor and very grotesque,
His rags were bloody soaken,
All his body felt weak as a leaf,
Some bones were clearly broken.

He could not think of anything,
His mind was indeed spinning,
But one thing he was for sure,
The month was re-beginning.

He crawled the valley, too weak to walk
In search of water cold,
But when he found it, he could not face it,
His reflection would be too bold.

Indeed his face was a cluster of scars,
he wished his face was seamless,
The nights like that were pure hell,
for our werewolf Remus.

What do you think?

I liked it. Very sad I never really thought about how painful it would be for him to look upon his scarred face in the mirror. It would be so much worse freshly after a change because that will be when dear Remus ponders much more than the scars but all the things that he could not have because of what he had become. Very good now you have me ispired. I will try to have something here for you to read by Monday. I have started the poem but got side track with chapter two of my little Lupin story let me know what you think.


Lupin stepped up onto the rickety porch hoping that his weight would not cause him to crash through to the ground. As he made it safely to the door he vowed that if he was going to live here there would have to be some changes. He made a mental note that the porch would have to be rebuilt first. Before him or someone that he cared about got hurt on it. He looked at the outside it needed a fresh coat of paint he also thought that the roof would also need to be repaired. These were little things that he had learned how to do over the years.

Carpentry was one of the few things that he had learned to do without magic. He loved to work with the wood and bringing this house back to its glory days would be a pleasure. He remembered meeting a Muggle named Charlie after one of his changes and how he was short on money and needed the work. So Charlie took him under his wing and taught him all that he knew about carpentry. By the time Charlie was done Remus could handle a circular saw as well as he could a wand. When old Charlie had passed away Remus had went to his funeral and paid his respects without him Remus would not be able to support him or a family.

Remus entered the house and grabbed up his wand off of the floor where he had dropped it during his change. He used his wand to set a pot of water to boil so that he might have a cup of strong tea. When the tea was done he added cream and sugar to the cup and sipped. “That tastes fabulous” he thought as he carried the cup with him through the house. He had already decided that he would expand the kitchen and add more cabinets. He would use oak he thought. As he walked from room to room he began to get excited about his new home. He would just have to remember once it was rebuilt to be outside for the change as he looked back at the front door which he would have to put back up some time today.

Remus walked into the bedroom and grabbed a fresh pair of pants, socks, underwear and a T-shirt. Then he headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. He turned the water on and stepped under the spray. The water was good and hot as he scrubbed his hair clean but before he was finished rinsing the water was ice cold. Teeth chattering he hurriedly finished his shower. He knew that he would have to replace the water heater soon.

He looked into the cracked mirror at his face. The scars that ran across it would be with him forever and he had thought that he had gotten use to them until he fell in love. For this woman to see past the scars seemed to be easy and she liked him knowing what he was.

He smiled as he rubbed his hand over his face feeling the scars as Tonks had done just a few days ago when he kissed her for the first time. Remus was not very romantic but he wished that he were for Tonks. There was so much that he wanted to give her that may never be a possibility.

They were far from talking of marriage or children but Remus always thought about it. If he fathered a child would it be like him a werewolf? Would he be a danger to his friends and family during his lunar cycle? Would he transform into a monster that would have to be hidden away in secret at the beginning of his change every month like his father. The thought scarred Remus near to death to do that to a child would be cruel. Shaking off these melancholy thoughts he went to the kitchen and started a fire when it was ready he stuck his head in the flames he told Molly and Arthur that he was o.k. Then he contacted Harry, Ron, and Hermione. When he had talked to all of them he apparated to Tonk’s flat and knocked on the door. When she answered he held up a flower that he picked from his land before departing. He bowed to this beautiful woman before him with Puce hair and asked very gently if she would like to have breakfast with him at his place. Smiling when she accepted his hand and baffled as she initiated there first good morning kiss he was soon over his confusion as he hugged her to him never wanting to let her go he shut her door and locked it then they apparated together to the place that he hoped to turn into a fine home for her.

Lovely
Understanding
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Important
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I made a song. It's about Remus wanting to stop being a werewolf, but he can't. *Pets Remus*

It Eats Me Up

Lost inside yet somehow feeding
Burried somwhere under bleeding
Heartless, soulless but still needing
Something to stop the void succeeding

It eats me up till nothings left
Sucks me down to empty core
Cast adrift, let go, bereft
Then filled up with pain once more

You can't touch what isn't there
All we get is what we are
Needing you but don't know where
To find out how to heal the scars

It eats me up till nothings left
Sucks me down to empty core
Cast adrift, let go, bereft
Then filled up with pain once more

Dying inside a little so soon
I breath and open my eyes
Lost on the dark side of the moon
Trying to want to survive

It eats me up till nothings left
Sucks me down to empty core
Cast adrift, let go, bereft
Then filled up with pain once more

I'm still lost inside yet somehow feeding
I'm still burried somwhere under bleeding
I'm still heartless, soulless but still needing
Something to stop the void succeeding
Stop the void succeeding
Buried, stop the needing
Heartless, stop the feeding
Soulless, stop the bleeding
Stop the void succeeding
Stop the void succeeding

nice job!
This is a poem in prose that I wrote on how I think Remus might feel about who he once was and what he has been cursed to become.
The Abyss

In the shadow of the full moon I float admist memories once thought long forgotten.
With their resurgence comes an inexplicable reason for being.
Am I upon death or am I merely entangled within the grasp of my life's inherent cruelties?
Perhaps both.
For these memories,now unbridled,dominate my present as they consume the exalted freedom I once took for granted.
Thus, I find myself once again gazing into an abyss.
Each one so much deeper and darker than I remembered it ever to be.

~Jasmine

Together and and broken afar and away.
Looney and Tonks are facing a fight they can't win.
Love keeps them together but forever holds them away
One faces a horibble struggle within.
But the love in their hearts is there to stay