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The bonds between the three Ravenclaws had been growing stronger as the early November weather was growing colder. Severus Snape was regarded as one of the smartest people in his year with Juliette and Remus not too far behind. The three of them were well-liked by their teachers, especially because those specific teachers didn't have to deal with three more dunderheads, specifically Potter and Black. Severus had to admit, he was repulsed by the sight of the former Marauders- he hated the thought of James and Lily doing it together. The very thought of the two of them having sex made him want to use a muggle chemical called bleach and drink it. This time will be different. Lily will be mine, Severus thought to himself with a hopeful smile on his face.

The three of them were currently in the library, scouring the pages of a book on muggle chemistry. Severus himself had noticed a similarity between chemistry and potions and the two of them were interrelated. Maybe if things don't go as planned and I become a teacher again, I can use some of the techniques described in this book within my teachings.

Juliette was looking at the book with Severus, intrigued by the chemical reactions that the muggles came up with. Back at home her Primary school taught her things that were quite dull and too easy to understand. Her teachers thought she was unintelligent, little did they know that the young girl craved more knowledge of unorthodox subjects. In class, she often volunteered paradoxical answers, answers that juxtaposed each other. Her teachers noticed that she had a tendency to look on both sides of an argument.

Remus Lupin was quite tired. The full moon was coming up and it was evident in his face; there were dark circles under his eyes and he was paler than normal. He felt sluggish and wanted to rest constantly, but had to focus on his studies. He bitterly hated Fenrir Greyback for inflicting the wolf within him, the one Remus had no control over. Severus knew his secret, but Remus could trust the greasy-haired boy- Severus had trusted Remus with one of his own secrets.

Remus yawned and stretched his arms up high, his sandy hair falling into his face. He wanted nothing more than to curl up and go back to sleep, but that wasn't an option. He needed to focus on his studies, besides it was a Friday. Tomorrow would be the full moon and since tomorrow would be a Saturday, he would be able to sleep through the day and through Sunday as well. Then by Monday, he would be fully recovered and well enough to go back to school. All he had to do was get through his final afternoon class, potions with the Gryffindors.

Professor Slughorn had taken an immediate liking to the three Ravenclaws, each of them being a possible potions prodigy. Little did he know that Severus was a potions master in his future and had taken over Slughorns teaching position. He had retired early, leaving the position open to potential contenders. Severus had originally applied for the Defense Against The Dark Arts position, (but that was cursed ever since Dumbledore denied Tom Riddle the possibility of being the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher) but he didn't get it, rather getting the spot of the Potions teacher. That left him regarded as the greasy bat of the dungeons and the least favourite teacher of many students. This time, would he get the same job, he wouldn't be the head of Slytherin as it was rare for the head of house to have been sorted into a different house themselves. In fact, Severus couldn't think of when it had ever happened.

Severus silently casted a Tempus spell which told him that they had ten minutes before potions. He wanted to be early, perhaps he could teach Slughorn a few ways to fix the potions in the outdated book. "Ten minutes before class," the black haired boy muttered, pushing a clump of his over-chin-length-hair behind his ear.

Remus's head was beginning to pound and he began to feel nauseous. Sometimes before a transformation, he would get extremely sick, sick to the point where he could barely do anything. All he wanted to do was go to the hospital wing. His mind began searching for an adequate lie to tell the two Ravenclaws. Or more specifically, Juliette. He had told Severus his secret the first night at Hogwarts, not knowing that the greasy-haired boy was from the future and already knew of his lycanthropy. He also didn't know how he was originally sorted into Gryffindor and became friends with Potter, Black, and the traitor, Pettigrew. "I'm not feeling well. I think I ate too much at lunch. I'm going to the hospital wing," Remus groaned, obviously in a lot of pain.

Severus raised his eyebrow but didn't say anything. He knew that tomorrow was the full moon and that werewolves tended to be in a lot of pain the day of and the day before a transformation. He declared, "I'm coming with you."

Juliette added, "I may as well come. You look haggard and I would favour coming with you to make sure you make it to the Hospital wing. The ligaments in my ankle finally have strengthened enough for me to walk on, but the two black-haired boys could easily do something horrible to you. I want to come along to make sure that they don't."

"No, don't. I'm okay. Besides, you guys have class in ten minutes and I don't want you to be late," Remus stated.

"Unpunctuality is more admirable than you being bullied," Juliette stated.

"I'm fine!" Remus yelled.

Madame Pince was beginning to stare at the trio, sending them extremely dirty looks and Remus took that as the cue to run off to the Hospital Wing. His stomach churned and his head pounded, causing him to become dizzy. He forced himself to keep going forward, wanting to make it to the Hospital Wing. He had not felt this terrible in ages and wanted relief from the terrible sickness that plagued him. The wolf within him was nothing more than insane. He willed himself to keep going forward, to keep taking steps even though it hurt his ankles. Remus forced himself to run up the moving staircases, convincing himself that it would make him get to the hospital wing.

He finally pushed through the large doors, the familiar antiseptic fumes wafting to his nose. Madame Pomfrey was busy tending to a third-year Hufflepuff who looked like he was covered in purple pustules. Madame Pomfrey looked at the doors and saw the poor werewolf look like he was about to faint. Casting a stasis charm on the Hufflepuff- his condition wouldn't be able to get any worse than it already was- and rushed to the werewolf as he fainted. She barely managed to slow his fall down with a quick Wingardium Leviosa charm so he wouldn't injure himself falling down. The poor child groaned and she noticed the pale circles under his eyes. She picked him up, surprised at his minimal weight and carried him to a bed where she began to fuss over him.

As soon as Remus left the room, Juliette had an intrigued look on her face. She was beginning to suspect something and needed the confirmation of Severus. Every month, Remus would get sick around the full moon, causing her to suspect lycanthropy. Juliette honestly wouldn't care about her friend being cursed. She would support him no matter what. "Is Remus a werewolf?" Juliette blurted out, putting her hand over her mouth after she said it. She couldn't believe herself.

"Why would you ask that?" replied Severus who was reading a paragraph on stoichiometry and molar mass. He knew that Juliette would begin to suspect Remus but not until third year. He had seriously underestimated the girl.

"He usually looks pale with dark circles under his eyes, he gets sick around the full moon and I have yet to see him in the common room during a full moon." stated the eleven year old girl. If the nodding of Severus meant anything, it signalled that indeed, Remus is a werewolf.

At that moment, all the pieces began to fall into place and Juliette understood why her friend was sick.