Disclaimer: *laughs psychotically* I WANT IT! IT WILL BE MINE! *Lawyer tuttuts* Fine... *snarls* I don't own Harry Potter...
This takes place in the Marauders' sixth year. So far, everyone is still sixteen except for Sirius (meaning James, Remus, Peter, Lily, and Severus) who is seventeen.
Please don't kill me, but it does end in a cliffhanger...
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The next two days were as to be expected: there were many, many pranks pulled on Mr. and Mrs. Potter, Mistletoe was strung and hung in so many places (By Mr. and Mrs. Potter as payback) that none of the three boys would be seen travelling together. There were a couple of snowball fights, and the occasional hoof-and-paw prints would be found in the snow before dawn.
While there were all-around good moods, Remus's attitude did not change whenever people asked him if he was feeling well. Sometimes, after being asked for what felt like the fiftieth time by his friends, he'd just glare or even growl and leave.
Finally, one night at dinner, Mr. Potter smiled and said, "So, ready for the big night boys?" She looked just a little awkward when she said it, and glanced quickly at Remus, who was paler than ever and was playing with his peas. It was the full moon.
James smiled and winked at Sirius, "As big as any night, am I right?" Sirius laughed.
Remus knit his brows together, glanced at them as if trying to figure out the joke, then said, "Well… thanks for the dinner Mrs. Potter, I think I'll go up and read."
Nobody really cared about his remark; it was what he said after every dinner.
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There was a loud, eerie noise. James and Sirius woke in a jolt. The room was a little messy, the door open, as if a drunken person had escaped from it.
They heard noise on the stairs, and Mrs. Potter came in, and her face turned to shock when she saw the two boys, "James? Sirius? What are you doing in here?"
James raised his eyebrows, "I could ask the same of you!"
Mrs. Potter, looking flustered, said, "Well, I didn't think you'd be in here, I was going to clean your room. And why are you in here? Shouldn't you be out there? It is almost two in the morning… I thought you said you had plans!"
Sirius looked at the clock, "Damn it! Bloody hell, that wink meant we were pulling another prank! A mouse trap on the toilet paper roll! But, damn it, we completely forgot about tonight! James, get your ass in gear we forgot about Remus! Damn it!" and he sprinted from the room.
James groaned and followed him.
When they came outside, they found deep pits in the snow, and then tracks leading to the woods behind the house. They were easy to see – because they were covered in blood.
Sirius shook James, "Damn it! I can't believe we forgot and look at this blood! Prongs, he was sick and we let him alone! Hell, he could be dead out there! And we didn't give a damn about him, we completely forgot!"
James sighed, "This isn't getting us any closer to him Padfoot. Come on, let's follow the trail."
He ignored Sirius when he muttered "Of blood," and started to follow it.
Started to follow the trail of thick, dark blood leading into the large dark forest.
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Duh, duh, duh! Will Remus be okay when they find him? Will they find him? Or will he get himself lost in that forest, slowly bleeding to death? And what is wrong with him?