AN:

Woooohoooo The first Chapter of the sequel to "Another Point Of View". a few words in general: this story is from Remus' POV only, and no one else. It has nothing to do with the epilogue of APOV (which I'll publish sometime in the near future...)

I wanted to use a beta, but then I thought, "hey, you're going to the army in less than a month, so you won't have time to write anyway" so... yeah... I can't promise to update as fast as I did with the first fic, but I'll try my best. If it bothers you that there isn't a beta, so.. well, I can't force you to read it...

I do not own any of the HP characters, thought the OC are mine (: and I have no intent to make money out of this story.

And once again, for the ones of you who havn't read the first story (go read it, why are you reading the sequel first?..) my first language is Hebrew, and so my English isn't close to being perfect... bummer for me.

so... here it is! Enjoy!


Another Life

Chapter 1- Welcome Back to Life

I woke up at the sound of dim voices around me. In closed eyes I felt the warm sun touching my face and I wondered if I made it to some haven. My head was empty from all thought or memory and I just enjoyed the warmth I lay in.

When I got used to the feeling I started to get bored and tried to open my eyes to know where I was. But as soon as I tried to push myself into a sitting position, a sharp pain attacked my head and a surprised yell escaped my mouth. If I could concentrate on anything but my pain I could have probably notice the sound I let out belonged to me, even if it was a bit rough.

The voices around me grew stronger, and even thought I couldn't catch what they were saying, I could tell they were talking about me. I felt something pressed to my lips, making them open apart and swallow the cold liquid that been poured in to my mouth.

At once the pain stopped and my eyes opened wide.

The first thing I saw was a lot of white. I lay in a white bed with white sheets, in a room with white walls. Everything was so dazzling and my eyes hurt like they hadn't been used for a long time. Around my bed stood a number of people in white robes, and although I tried to focus on their faces, I couldn't recognize any of them. The closest person to me bent down and sat on one knee. His smile was pleasant when he opened his mouth to speak.

"Welcome back to life, Mr. Lupin."

My brain froze for a second, and then, all at once, everything came back to me; James and I switched bodies, I drank the potion, and I was fine! I even returned to my body, because the man in the white robe had just called me 'Mr. Lupin'. But if everything was fine, why was I here, and not in Hogwarts? And where was this here?

"Where am I?" my voice was different than I remembered, but at least it was mine, and not anybody else's.

The man kept smiling his dazzling smile, "At St. Mungo's Hospital."

"What?" I asked, confused. What was I doing at St. Mungo's? Why wasn't I at Hogwarts? "What am I doing here?"

But I got no answer. Instead, another nurse with white robe came near me with a steaming potion in hand.

"Drink this, Mr. Lupin," she said, and I didn't have any other choice but to obey when she pressed the potion to my lips. I felt my body relaxing and my mind became fuzzy. "We should probably inform-" and that was the last thing I heard before I fell to a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes for the second time I was already expecting the white of the room. My eyes weren't dazzled again and I noticed more details I hadn't noticed before.

In the room I lay in were two more beds. On one of them, in the far corner from me lay a young girl with blond hair and beautiful face. On the other bed lay an old wizard dressed in ridiculous hospital pyjamas. Both of them seemed to be in a deep sleep, or maybe their unconscious.

Sun light came into the room through two big windows in front of me. I noticed little stripes moving outside, and it took me a moment to realize they were drops of rain.

I moved my hands and this time I succeed to get myself to a sitting position, leaning on two wide pillows behind me.

Only then, when I had a wider view on the room, did I notice a man sitting next to my bed. He sat on the floor, leaning his head and hands on my mattress. He had short black hair and he wore glasses on his nose.

My movement made him woke up in surprise. He looked around him for a few moments until his eyes met my smiling face. James was fine! He wasn't dead! I saved him!

James' gaze was locked on mine, his eyes wide behind his glasses. He didn't speak for a few long moments, and I started to get concerned, but then a huge smile crossed his lips. "Remus!"

He reached forward and I felt his armed wrapping around me. His embrace was so strong that I felt myself being crashed, but I was so happy for it to bother me.

"James," I smiled, hugging my friend back. "You're all right."

James moved away and looked at me with shining eyes. "Forget about me," he said, "how are you feeling?"

"Except for the fact that my head feels like it has been stepped on by a Hippogriff, I feel great!"

"Drink this," James said and handed me a little bottle that was on a nightstand next to my bed. "The nurse who was here earlier told me to give it to you if you'll wake up and something will hurt. It's a pain killer potion."

I took it and the minute I drank it the pain stopped. "Thanks." I said, smiling at him.

For a few moments we didn't speak, what gave me time to rearrange my thoughts. It was wonderful to see that James was okay, and to see his smiling face instead of mine. There were so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I didn't know where to start. Just when I wanted to ask the question that bothered me the most, which was why we were there instead of Hogwarts, James began to speak.

"Remus, I owe you my life," he said excitedly. "You didn't have to drink that potion, it could have killed you. But you drank it anyway."

"Of course, James, you're my best friend."

"But still, you saved my life," he said again, "so thanks. I don't think I could ever thank you enough."

"It's all right," I promised, "I know you would have done the same for me if I was the one dying, and that's enough."

James smiled at me, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"James," I started, taking advantage of the quiet that was in the room suddenly, "what am I doing here? Why aren't we at Hogwarts?"

James face twisted. It seemed like it wasn't a topic he wanted to discuss. "They transferred you here."

"Yeah, I got that. But why?"

"I don't think I'm the right person to tell you this, but-" started James, but at that moment the door of the room opened and someone stormed in.

"James, did he wake up ye-" the voice trailed off when grey met amber. His hair was shorter than I remembered, but was still shiny and smooth as always. He wore leather jacket and dark jeans.

Muggle clothes? I wondered, but my smile got wider at the sight of that face I loved so much. "Padfoot!" I called with joy, every question and wonder erasing from my mind.

Sirius tensed. He approached the bed in baby steps, not tearing his gaze from mine. "Remus…" he whispered. I relaxed at the sound of his voice. It was the first time for a long time since I heard Sirius speaking to me as myself, and not as James. "How are you?"

"Great, now that you're here," I said, smiling even wider.

"Good…" mumbled Sirius.

For a few moments we just stared at each other, not saying a word. When I examined my lover's face I noticed it was tense and stressed. He didn't seem happy to be there. In fact, he seemed more uncomfortable and distanced.

"I'll leave you guys alone."

I jumped in surprise at the sound of the voice. Since Sirius had walked in I totally forgot James was in the room.

"No," said Sirius, "it won't be necessary. I have to go, I have things to do. I just came to say hello. It's good to see you, Remus." He nodded towards me in a friendly gesture and hurried to look away. "Goodbye, James." He added, sent one more glance at the both of us and went out of the room hurriedly.

I stared at the closed door, confusion written all over my face. I felt like someone took my heart and crashed it. At last I turned to James with a questioning look on my face, "What was that?"

James looked away, "Remus… I really don't think I should be the one telling you this…"

Anger started to replace my confusion, and I crossed my arms over my chest. "Please tell me. Why am I waking up at St. Mungo's, when the last thing I remember was fainting at the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts? Why did Sirius act so weird right now, like he doesn't even care about me? And why is your hair so short all of a sudden?"

James sighed and turned to look at me. "Promise me you won't freak."

I nodded, feeling even more confused. "What happened?"

The black hair man sent his hand to the nightstand and grabbed a paper I hadn't noticed until now.

"What's that?"

"The Daily Prophet. It's today's edition. Read the first page," he said, handing me the newspaper.

"'Last night the Death Eaters threw another attack that shook the whole country'-" I read, but James cut me off.

"No, read the Edition's details."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, but did as he said, "The Daily Prophet, edition number 7239, Sunday, twenty five in January, nineteen seventy-"

I stopped and stared at the paper.

"I'm sorry, Remus." James voice was weak and sad. I raised my gaze to look at him, my eyes wide with shock.

"Nineteen, seventy- nine?" I mumbled. "Please tell me that it's some cruel prank of you and Sirius?"

James shook his head. "I wish I could. It's today's date."

"B-but, yesterday-" I started to stutter. "Yesterday was November, 1977!"

"November of 1977 was over a year ago," said James, and my face fell.