"We're going into hiding" Hiding?

"Where?" asked Remus, both puzzled and somehow expectant at the same time.

"We...er....we can't say.....I'm sorry Moony..." Ha, figures. Why even bother telling me?

"Then why...?"

"We just wanted to say goodbye...we don't know how long we'll be gone and well..." You think its me...you all think its me. "Look... I mean..." continued James, desperately trying to fill the awkard silence that surrounded them.

"You think its me don't you?" questioned Remus, already well aware of the truthful answer, but somehow hoping his friend would give him a different response all the same. But no response came, so he carried on "You really think I would do that? That I'd sell you out?" asked Remus, raising the question that had been burning in his mind for the past few weeks. Do you honestly think I could? He seemed to catch his friend unaware however and all James could do was stand there, his mouth open and a look of surprise and guilt in his eyes .

"What? You think I don't know what people are saying about me? You think I haven't noticed how not one person bar Dumbledore can meet my eye at meetings?" continued Remus, his emotion boiling within his chest.

"Look...I..." stuttered James. Ha! thats what I thought.

"That answers my question" replied Remus turning away.

"Look I'm not saying that Moony" called out James, making Remus turn back and face his friend "but look at it logically, you've been around less and less lately and you won't tell any of us where you've been"

"I've been doing Order business, I've told you, I.."

"...and when you do come to meetings you look like hell, and well...." said James, suddenly unable to make eye-contact with the man he once considered to be his best friend. I'm a werewolf thought Remus. Lets face it thats what it all comes down to.

"I'm a werewolf?" threw in Remus, blinking back the tears he so desperately wanted to cry in order to glare at the man opposite him.

"No...I...look....what are we supposed to think?!" said James, finally meeting Remus's gaze. You're supposed to trust me! You're supposed to believe in me and believe that I never could or would do anything to harm the few people I love! thought Remus, barely able to keep his emotion in check. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he knew there was no point. So instead he settled for an altogether shorter and blunter response, before turning and walking away.

"I understand"

"I'm sorry Moony" So am I thought Remus, unable to bring himself to look at his friend for what would be the final time and desperately fighting back the tears that were welling in his eyes.