After almost two years, here is chapter 2! enjoy!

Chapter 2- Update

Chill air made its way through the narrow window and into the room. The dark sky was barely noticeable behind the thick heavy layer of clouds. The storm outside reflected perfectly the storm that took place in my chest.

I was sitting on the hospital bed, my back was leaning against the wide pillows and my legs were pulled to my body.

Leaning my head on my knees, I stared through the window at the falling rain outside. A heavy feeling of helplessness filled my whole being.

No matter how I looked at it, my brain couldn't grasp what I had been told.

A year?

Twelve months, fourty eight weeks, three hundred and sixty five days… that was, more or less, the time that had passed since the last time I had woken up, to that fateful day, which seemed only yesterday. It really was yesterday, to me. But for the rest of the world that day was distant history.

For more than a year I had been in a coma. The world kept moving forward, and I stopped moving at all, lying in a hospital bed, not feeling a thing.

I had lost a year from my life, which had already sealed to be short one, thanks to my illness. It hurt, to think of all the things I had missed; all the classes, graduation…

I had lost a year from the lives of my friends, and who can tell what had happened to them during that year.

Peter, where was he now? Why hadn't he come to visit me?

James, what had happened to him after graduation, and why had he chosen to shave his head?

And Sirius… I remembered, with a sting of pain and confusion, the look Sirius had gave me when he entered the room and saw me, awake and alive for the first time for more than a year. His look told me he wasn't happy to see me, as I expected, and so were his cold words.

"It's good to see you, Remus." There hadn't been even a slight of happiness one would expect from a person that met his lover after a year in which they haven't met. And that was what I was to Sirius, wasn't it? The last thing I remembered Sirius telling me was "I love you" after we'd kissed.

What had happened to Sirius in that year that made him act so coldly?

The door opened and made me lose my strain of thought. James walked into the room and came closer to my bed, holding two hot mugs in his hands. He sat on a chair beside my bed and handed me one of the mugs. I looked inside and recognized the strong color of the liquid. It was hot chocolate. Just what I needed.

"Thank you," I said with gratitude and took the drink from his hand. I took a sip and a warm and familiar feeling spread through me. I didn't know how much I had missed it, but my body knew.

"Are you alright?" James asked me while I kept drinking.

I sighed and moved the mug from my lips. "No." I confessed and raised my gaze to look at him. "I don't understand how it happened… how can it be that I was in a coma for over a year? And why only now I woke up?"

"I don't know," James replied, "but you were in a coma for that long because it took your body a very long time to heal." He hesitated for a second, but then added, "Every month, when there was a full moon, you changed into the wolf and your wounds reopened."

His words sank in and suddenly I realized I had missed something like thirteen full moons.

"What happened during the fulls?" I asked him, curious, "was I in a coma then too?"

James seemed hesitate again, but answered my question. "You were in a coma, but the wolf wasn't. He was still there, and every time the sun rose he disappeared and left you unconscious."

I nodded and sank further into my pillows. Millions of questions ran in my mind but I couldn't voice any of them out loud. I wasn't confused anymore, or at least less confused than I had been at first. But I could still feel the depressing feeling in my heart.

"I'm really sorry," James said after a few minutes of silence. "I wish I could make it better for you somehow, I just don't know how…"

"Tell me about that year." I said. What I really wanted to know about was Sirius, but I knew James wasn't ready to tell me about that, so I decided to let James choose what to tell me instead of me asking. "Tell me everything you want, I don't care what. Just tell me something."

James nodded and after taking a deep breath he began his story, which was full of unrelated sentences.

"We won the House cup. But Gryffindor lost the Quidditch tournament to Hufflepuff. Peter had his first real girlfriend, some Hufflepuff girl in the year bellow us. She was pretty enough, I guess. They broke up after two months, though. He has a new one now… he moved to America to work with his father at their family business, I'm not really sure what it is..."

He kept talking and I kept hearing, without really listening to what he said. I still couldn't believe it. So many things had happened in just one year!

All of my friends had graduated from school, and started their adult lives, lives where I didn't have a part in anymore.

What was I going to do now?

Suddenly I felt very alone… I knew I shouldn't feel that way, I still had friends; James was right there, and Lily and Sirius… well, he did come to see me. And I still had my father.

As that thought crossed my mind, I raised my gaze to look at James.

"… and I caught the Quaffle right before it hit the ground and-"

"Hey, Prongs?" James stopped his rambling and tensed. He looked at me with a stressed expression on his face.

"Yes, Remus?" he said.

"Where's my Dad?" I asked him. I really wanted to see him. He had been one of the last things I remembered from before. I remembered the warmth of his coat, the strong and securing hug he gave me. His soft and caring words before I drank the potion… your mother would be so proud...

I hated myself for what I had put him through. First losing my mother, then me… It must have killed him…

A few seconds passed, but James didn't answer. I could see pain in his hunted hazel eyes.

"James?"

He sighed. "Remus, I… Merlin, I hate it. I wish I didn't have to be the one to tell you all of this…"

I started to get worried, and I didn't like it. Had something happened to my Dad? "Spit it out, James! What happened?"

"I…" he sighed again, and moved to look at his hands, "Your Dad had a heart attack."