This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so please give me a little break and excuse the lame title.

"Oi! Remus!" a teenage boy with long, scraggly dark hair ran down the east corridor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Another boy, the same age, though a bit shorter and sporting shorter blond hair, turned around to look at the boy trying to catch up to him. "Need help in Transfiguration, do you?" he asked with a sigh.

"As a matter of fact, no," the shaggy-haired boy crossed his arms. "It's Potions this time." Remus let out a single short laugh.

"Can't help you there," he said. "You'll have to get Snape for that one." A small grin spread across Remus' face.

"I've got a better idea," the other boy said, a smirk developing on his handsome face. "When's your little transformation supposed to happen?"

Remus' smile faded instantly. "I don't want to talk about it, Sirius," he said firmly.

"Come on, Moony," Sirius jumped in front of Remus, who had started walking again. "Whose going to keep you company when you start tearin' up the Shrieking Shack?"

"Don't talk like that," Remus frowned, slight fury in his voice.

"Padfoot! Moony!" a third boy called from behind the two. Sirius looked over Remus' shoulder to see his two other friends jogging after them. The one who had called them was a tall, fit boy with jet-black hair and round glasses. A short, fat boy was trying to keep up.

"I was just asking Moony here when he was due for a visit to the Shrieking Shack," Sirius stepped sideways.

"Why's that?" the be-spectacled boy asked.

"We didn't make ourselves Animaguses for nothing, Clueless," Sirius informed his friend with a bark-like laugh.

"I really wish you three wouldn't do this," Remus said quietly. "It makes me feel like a freak or something."

"Oh, you've got to admit it's pretty cool," Sirius grinned in an almost maniacal way. "Don't you think so, James?"

"Oh yes," the boy with glasses returned the smile, "spending an entire night in a wooden shack tearing at your face with claws and biting yourself with fangs must be loads of fun." The fat boy laughed.

"You wouldn't say that if you were a werewolf," Remus scowled.

"Just tell us, Moony," James urged.

"Tomorrow night," Remus sighed in a defeated way.

"Full moon!" Sirius bellowed, attracting the attention of a passerby from Ravenclaw. "Ready to spend the night in the most haunted building in London?" He had maintained his maniacal grin. The fat boy laughed again.

"I'll bet you'd love it if you were the reason for a rumor like that one, Padfoot," Remus folded his arms.

"You bet I would!" Sirius said.

"We'll be late for Charms if we don't hurry," Remus quickly changed the subject, and hurried ahead without a response.

"He always gets this way…" James muttered.

"Yeah," Sirius shrugged, then turned to look at the fat boy. "Peter, I need you to help me with something."

Peter looked shocked that Sirius wanted him to do something for him. "What?" he asked.

"Snivellus reads under that beech tree by the Black Lake every afternoon, right?" Sirius asked. Peter and James nodded at the same time. "So all I need you to do is play along later, alright? I'll explain later." Peter nodded again, and all three took off down the hall to Charms.

Later that day, after the classes had all ended, the four companions were strolling down the grounds toward the lake. All were wearing their Gryffindor robes, except for James, who was wearing his Quidditch uniform.
"See you after practice," he told his three friends as they passed the Quidditch Pitch. All three waved and carried on, Sirius conveniently leading the way.

They stopped under a large oak tree where nobody was sitting. Remus was the first to sit up against the tree trunk and plunge into a text book: O.W.L.S were that year.

"We'll, uh, see you in a minute," Sirius said. Remus only grunted in response.

Sirius took Peter to a clearing between the beech tree at which Snape was reading alone and their oak tree.

"So, Wormtail," Sirius said loud enough for Snape to hear, but quiet enough so he wouldn't be suspicious, "ready for tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, but I hope nobody knows we're all going to be at the Whomping Willow so late," Peter said. His acting wasn't the best, but it got Severus Snape's attention.

"Aw, they won't find out," Sirius laughed.

"But how do you get under the tree? It'll kill you before you get under the branches," Peter said.

"I told you, Wormtail," Sirius folded his arms. "Just prod that big knot in the trunk and the thing freezes up like water in winter." Sirius risked a glance at Severus out of the corner of his eye. The greasy-haired boy was looking at them with great interest and hate mixed with what Sirius knew was the hopefulness to catch them doing something against the rules.

Both casually walked back to the oak tree and sat down next to Remus.

"What was that all about?" Remus asked, putting down his book.

"Did you hear us?" Sirius asked, swishing the hair out of his gray eyes.

"Nothing but a bunch of babbling," Remus answered. "Another one of your plans on tormenting Snape?"

"You could say that," Sirius said, then looked at Remus skeptically. "You're not going to use your almighty Prefect powers and throw us in detention, are you?"

"Don't be an idiot," Remus shook his head. "If I was going to do that I would have done it ages ago."

Sirius put his hands behind his head and leaned against the tree. "Good to know."

Thanks for reading it so far! But I'm sorry to say you can't be expecting daily updates; school's evil.