Hey AGAIN. It's christmas! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I just realized that, looking back on my last chapter, it wasn't as long as I thought it was. SORRY! How do people write such LONG chapters? I mean, they take me fifteen minutes to read! I must learn to type chapters that long! I have decided that from now on, all my chapters are going to be longer and my story will have A LOT of chapters.
*Chapter 4*
Remus was finally released from the hospital wing, with Madame Pomphreys words still bouncing around in his head. They'll eventually figure it out, wouldn't they? What would happen then? Remus certainly didn't doubt his friends intelligence. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but the situation was becoming more and more obvious. His friends had already figured out that he wasn't disappearing every month to visit dying relatives. What other reason would be left beside the fact that he was a werewolf? He didn't know how much longer he could bear this to continue. It took every ounce of will power in his body to lie to his friends faces every month. The fact that he was keeping such a big secret from his fellow Marauders was to the point of tearing him apart.
Should I tell them? No, they would abandon you. But at the same time, if you keep this secret much longer Remus, it's bound to slip out eventually. Yes, I should tell them! NO! You couldn't bear any more heartbreak in your life! What would you do without the three people who kept you going in life? They are the only reason you're still at Hogwarts! Why, why why is everything in my life so difficult! This battle was still raging in his head when he entered the Griffendor tower. He was so caught up in his buzzing skull, that he almost un-noticingly walked past a huge banner strung across the common room that read "Get well Remus, you cheeky bastard," and when he finally noticed it, he realized he was surrounded by snorting and giggling grifindors.
"Huh?" Remus said, gazing up at the expertly painted banner. More giggles filled the room.
"Oy! 'ello mate! You're back!" cried Sirius from the front of the crowd.
"Er, yea, I'm back. But, er... WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THE DEAL WITH THE BANNER?" he cried, advancing on his friend. Sirius snorted.
"Don't you like it, Rems?" he asked. Remus pouted.
"Don't call me that. Why must you make my life difficult all the time." said Remus, arms crossed and a sour expression on his face. He sighed, and with the flick of his wand the banner was folding itself into a neat pile. Remus smiled contently and handed the banner back to Sirius. Now it was Sirius's turn to pout. Remus laughed, and suddenly heard two sets of feet pouncing down the dorm stairs with his advanced werewolf hearing. Though he heard them coming, he sure didn't expect what was coming. He cried out in surprise when two bodies hurled into him in a tackle.
"Geroff me." mumbled Remus from under the mass of human limbs.
"Your back Remy!" cried James, who was on top of the pig pile.
"Gee, I only had the stomach ache. Your acting like I was in my deathbed or something." said Remus, helping the other two boys up.
"We like to surprise you. Were you surprised?" said Peter, as the common room cleared.
"Yea, urm... don't ever do that again." said Remus. "Once again, why did you put up the banner?" he added.
"Well isn't it obvious? You missed the big Griffendor vs. Hufflepuff match. We were nice enough to take pity on you and throw a little surprise party." explained James.
"I hate quidditch. You guys know that." said Remus, sinking into his favorite chair by the fire.
"We know. We just needed a good enough reason to embarrass you in front of a group of people. It worked too." said Sirius plainly, he too sinking into a chair.
"Sometimes I hate you guys." sighed Remus.
"Thats the spirit!" cried James. Remus rolled his eyes.
It was free period for James and Sirius, and they were lurking around in the halls, discussing Remus.
"Christmas is coming near, and we still haven't figured out where Remus goes every month." said James, his brow creasing.
"We should set a new deadline. How about we figure it out by Valentines day? The winter exams will be over and it's right before February vacation." said Sirius, he too wearing the worried expression James had.
"Huh." said James, who finally looked up to see that they had wandered into the great hall. "I'm in the mood for a good prank. You in?" said James suddenly, and glanced at his friend.
"Lets do it. I have some spare dung bombs in my bag. Don't you still have that confetti in your robe pocket that we were saving for Remus's "Get well" party?" questioned Sirius, pulling out an arm-full of dung bombs.
"Sure do. Who shall we mess with?" asked James, and as if in answer, Filch appeared from around the corner with Mrs. Norris hot on his heals. James pulled the invisibility cloak over himself and Sirius just in time.
"Filch?" said Sirius, dung bombs ready.
"Filch." agreed James, and they set off after the old caretaker.
James and Sirius were anything but flying down the hall. Laughing hystericly, Filch right on their heals, they turned into the trophy room.
"GET BACK HERE YOU DAMNED KIDS!" roared Filch, who was weezing but showed no intentions of giving up on finding whoever just pranked him. James and Sirius were pacing back and forth quickly. They were cornered and they couldn't afford another detention. What are we going to do? James cried in his head. We need a place to hide! Sirius thought, pulling at his hair. Suddenly a door appeared out of nowhere on the wall. The two boys needn't a moments of hesitation. They scrambled through the door just as Filch came gasping into the trophy room.
The messy haired boy and his friend looked around.
"Huh. I didn't know that there was a broom closet in the trophy room." whispered Sirius, a matter of factly.
"There isn't. It just... appeared out of nowhere." whispered James, peering through a crack in the door. The caretaker turned on his heals and left the room, muttering under his breath.
"Cool." said Sirius. The best friends were standing outside of the closet now. Suddenly the door vanished.
"Wait. WHAT?" cried James, rushing forward. "That could have been useful to us when we get in trouble! Where did it go?" cried James, feeling the now plain wall with his palms.
"What did we do to make it appear?" said Sirius, cocking his head.
"Hmmm. We were... pacing. Did we say anything that may have made the closet appear?" James asked.
"Nope. Lets start with the pacing." said Sirius, and began to pace like before. Nothing happened. The boys paced several more times, still nothing.
"Well, lets get to dinner and we can work on the secret closet this weekend." suggested James. Sirius agreed and they headed off to the great hall.
