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"Remus, are you sure you'll be alright?" James asked as Remus stared at his breakfast cereal again.

Sirius glowered at James as if trying to scare him off, but James stood his ground.

"…be fine…" Remus croaked, the rest of his words lost in the chatter of the crowd.

"You're going to pass out if you don't eat," Sirius cut in.

Remus lifted the spoon to his mouth and chewed morosely, growing greener by the second. He dropped the spoon.

"I'm going to be sick," he muttered, then darted from the hall, stumbling and falling several times on the hard stone floor. Sirius ran after him, supporting Remus as they staggered out of the hall.

"This month is harder than the rest," James said in an undertone to Peter.

Peter looked up from his breakfast, totally oblivious to what was going on around him. "What did you say James?"

James groaned. "Forget it, Peter…Just…eat your breakfast."

Remus was sitting comfortably beneath a tree outside on the lawn when James joined him after lunch.

"Feeling better?"

Remus nodded tiredly.

"Where's Sirius?"

Before Remus could reply, James heard Sirius' voice from above him in the tree.

"Up here, fucker."

Something heavy fell atop him, and through a blur of pain, James felt Sirius' fist pounding hiw entire body.

"Oi! Mate, that's enough!" he cried, struggling to get away but Sirius held him fast. "STOP!"

"You are so God damn worthless!" Sirius roared.

"What did I do?" James begged, spitting blood out of his mouth, tongue throbbing where he had bitten down on it.

Sirius kicked him viciously one last time before standing up. "You act like you care, but that's all it is—a fucking act!"

Wiping his mouth, James stood up shaking so violently he could hardly stand. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Because you deserved it," Sirius spat.

"Leave him alone, Sirius," Remus called weakly.

Sirius sat down heavily beside Remus, eyeing James like an angry dog. James made a move to sit by Remus but Sirius pulled his wand.

"Leave."

"What?"

"Leave. You don't care, so leave."

James looked to Remus. "Really?" he demanded.

Remus closed his eyes wearily. James reached for his wand, but then thought better of it. In this mood Sirius was liable to kill him. And James doubted that if he did he would regret it much. Sirius was not prone to regret anything. Much less something he thought someone deserved.