Hi Readers! This is the third installment in my series. Reviews are always appreciated and I am open to mail with any queries or issues with the story. The two prequels are complete and not necessary to read prior to this although it may give you more background to the story. Thanks!

I don't own Harry Potter

It was a cold, wet and dreary Autumn morning. The sky was cloudy and grey. The wind rattled window panes and stripped trees of their leaves.

My mother and I sheltered beneath an umbrella as we darted from the car park to King Cross Station. Before long, we had a ceiling above our heads so I took down my hood and shook my hair out.

My mother and I looked rather alike. We were both quite short and I had inherited her wavy brunette hair. My hair now reached past my waist whilst my mother's barely touched her shoulders.

However, I had my father's amber wolfish eyes. My father had been a werewolf. Had. He died in my second year of Hogwarts due to fatal injuries he had incurred due to the transformation. It had been the worst time of my life.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by familiar strong arms wrapping around me and spinning me around. It was none other than Sirius Black. He hadn't changed much. He was now over six foot tall, towering over me. His long black hair was styled to perfection and his haughty grey eyes had a glint of amusement in them as his hands strayed dangerously near my arse. I smacked him, half amused, half annoyed.

Sirius Black was breathtakingly handsome, and he knew it. He had earned himself quite a reputation for a diversity of reasons. Firstly, he was the heir to the 'noble' house of Black, one of the wealthiest and most influential pureblood families in the world. Centuries of Blacks had been sorted into Slytherin only. That is until Sirius came along. After an unusually long sorting he was put in Gryffindor. And boy was he proud of that feat.

Secondly, he was a member of the infamous Marauders. We were well known for our inventive pranks, cheekiness, clever retorts, spontaneous food fights and of course, the shouting matches between a certain messy haired boy and green eyed girl.

Third, Sirius Black has been with more girls than any other boy his age. It only took a wink and a grin on his behalf for three out of four girls (and several boys too) to happily agree to snog him.

Fourth, Sirius Black was beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He had sent more people to the hospital wing with a beater's bat and bludger than anyone else. Needless to say, he isn't on great terms with Madame Pomfrey.

"Sirius, leave the girl alone", a voice scolded. I clambered to my feet and turned around. Remus. He had also grown over the summer and was almost as tall as Sirius. His sandy hair fell into his chocolate eyes. His pale face was marred by countless scars and scrapes that never faded away. I hugged him too, inhaling the permanent aroma of chocolate that seemed to envelope him. I couldn't help but notice the shiny Prefect's badge pinned to the breast pocket of his jacket.

"Um, hi Mrs. Griffon", Remus stuttered hastily removing his arms from around my waist when he saw my mum. She chuckled and hugged the two boys.

"Where are the other two hooligans?" She asked with a laugh, "And Lily".

"There", I pointed.

Sure enough, James Potter was standing by the wall and as per usual, was in a verbal argument with the 'love of his life' Lily Evans. James was tall and lanky with black hair that always stood on end as though he had been electrocuted. His hazel eyes were currently surveying the young witch in front of him. Unfortunately for him, the girl in question noticed.

"Don't you dare look at me like that, Potter", she hissed, her emerald green eyes narrowed. Lily too had grown over the Summer, in more ways than one as James' delighted eyes illustrated. Her wavy red hair was as long as mine now and she had a fresh smatter of freckles across her nose.

"Ah, Evans, you know you can't resist much longer." James said arrogantly, "Go to Hogsmeade with me".

"How many times does it take to penetrate that inflated head of yours? The last time you asked me I refused and the million other times before that. I will say no if you ask tomorrow and I say no now. Just leave me alone!" Lily ranted. She turned on her heel and stormed off to the Prefects' carriage.

"Um, hi James", I greeted and gave him a hug. "Where's Pete?"

"Here!" Came a slightly squeaky voice. A short chubby boy rounded the corner and headed towards us, his blue eyes alight with joy to see us again. I smiled warmly and we greeted him.

We hauled our trunks into the storage and held our owls (or in Peter's case, clutched a manky rat called Dustin) in our hands. I turned to say goodbye to my mother and wasn't surprised to see that she was crying. I too had tears in my eyes.

"Goodbye Mum, I'll write every second day. Look after yourself", I said as I hugged her.

"You better. Don't get into too much trouble. Look out for her boys", she teased.

"We will", Remus assured her.

"Bye Amy", she said sadly.

The boys and I boarded the train, grabbing the first empty compartment we came to. I flopped down beside Moony. It was time to get down to business.

Our project since 2nd Year had been the animagus transformation. Remus was a werewolf and once every month, endured an excruciating transformation into the wolf. As if that wasn't bad enough, he would then proceed to bite chunks of his own flesh out. If he were to bite a human, then they too would be infected. There was no known cure.

In 2nd Year, I had come up with the idea that James, Sirius and I become animagi. If we were capable of becoming animals than we could spend the full moons with Remus and hopefully distract him from self-harm.

Unfortunately, the becoming an animagi was the most complicated transfiguration known to the wizarding world. We had managed to source reliable books in our 2nd Year which led us to discovering our 'inner animal'. James is a stag, Sirius a dog, Peter a rat and I am a wolf. These led to the nicknames 'Prongs', 'Padfoot', 'Wormtail', and 'Faolan'.

We had finally completed the dreaded meditation stage

in our 4th Year. It had lasted 17 months. It had been tedious, relentless and very tiresome, designed to test how much you wanted to become an animagus whilst preparing your body for the permanent change. The only thing that had kept us at it were the new scars and the black bags Remus always sported just after the Transformation.

According to our research, we had finally reached the final stage of the procedure. It was also the most dangerous part. We had to physically change our bodies, one limb at a time. If it went wrong, it would be disastrous. We could get stuck permanently and have to go around with a tail for the rest of our lives. Not very desirable.

But we were Marauders and we were determined. Besides, it was all for Moony.