hi

i'm been feeling really down lately because I have to go back to school in a week. I hate that, don't you? this account gives me support in what I do though. it's very encouraging so if you've been keeping up with this story so far thank you so much.

onto the literature!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter because if I did, Sirius Black would still be alive and kickin' in the 7th book.

Sirius snickered as the Ravenclaw girl stumbled on her way out. Remus just had to attract the book worms. She was fairly cute though, mused Sirius absently. Why hadn't he noticed her before? The young Black returned his attention to the sleeping person at his side. Remus appeared very young when he slept. His face, usually etched with worry for his friends, was now replaced with a light peaceful expression.

Sirius ran a hand over his face and began to wake up the sleeping werewolf. "Moony? You have to get up."

Remus whined pathetically, making Sirius laugh. "Did you want me to use magic to get you there?" Remus shook his head slowly but Sirius figured that he had no intention of moving. "Levicorpus." he whispered and Sirius gently lifted Remus up and out of the library.

-M-A-G-I-C-

There was a series of loud noises that came from all around him. The dark of night covered Remus like a blanket, muffling his senses. His wand was out and ready, the tip glowing with light. "Remus!" he heard someone call. It sounded important, he thought, but who called him? The voice called 'Remus' name again and he analyzed it as a male voice. "Be careful."

Suddenly Remus was by the Black Lake. The full moon was reflecting off the lake's pure mirror-like appearance. But he wasn't changing and the illumination was only for a reason. There was a shadow swirling in the middle of the Black Lake. It looked like a dementor. The dementor plunged it's skeletal hand into it's cloak and pulled out James.

"Prongs!" he called out but no sound came from his lips. He was mute. Remus waved his wand but realized that he no longer had it. Remus watched helplessly as James struggled in the dementor's grasp. The lake had begun to freeze when the dementor showed up and now was a thin skating arena. The dementor let James fall and he dropped onto the cold lake, motionless.

Remus made to move to get his friend but suddenly huge gates appeared before him, blocking his way. He turned around and soon found himself trapped within a cage too tall to climb. He looked up and saw something black descend upon him before waking up in his bed.

-M-A-G-I-C-

Remus opened his eyes slowly and breathed a deep sigh of relief at the mahogany curtains around him. He put a hand to his forehead, touching small beads of sweat that must have resulted from his dream. The dream. There was so much to learn from that dream, he thought, where to start? He propped himself up on pillows before realizing that he was wearing his pyjamas. "Padfoot?" he asked, pulling back the curtains. His friend smirked and waved.

"Good morning, Moony. Did you have a good sleep?"

"More or less." Sirius had a giddy look on his face; like he knew a secret that Remus didn't. "What's so funny, Padfoot?"

"Nothing." he said, looking down and focussing on his tie. "Get dressed, Moony, we have to go down for food."

"Do we now?"

"Yes, we do." Remus pulled himself out of bed, fighting the urge to crawl back under the warm covers. "So take your shower and hurry. I do not want to be the last one down and not get any food."

"Yes, yes, Paddy. We know you want food."

"No, Moony, no. You do not use that name. Ever." Remus chuckled and turned on the water. The hot gush made him smile and he took off his clothes, letting the shower water engulf him in heat. The steam and warmth allowed Remus to be comforted. The tense area on his back was calming down and the odd scar on his left arm was healing nicely.

Five minutes later, the werewolf had his robes on and was towel drying his hair. Sirius had given up on his tie and left it hanging loosely on his neck, the first button in his white shirt open for comfort's sake.

"How about now?" Sirius stuck his hands in his pant pockets.

"Geez, mate, why so impatient? You aren't keeping a girl waiting are you?"

"Please, a girl would be lucky if I kept her waiting. Besides, if any other bloke made a girl wait they'd probably be dumped before sun down."

"So that's a yes?"

"Hell no. I'm far too worried about Prongs to think about dating someone. Sure, it would help get my mind off things but that's about it," he shrugged, "I don't really care."

Remus nodded and grabbed his tie on the bedpost but noticed another robe there. "Padfoot?"

"Yes, Moony?" he replied, stuffing books into his rucksack.

"Who's is this?" Sirius glanced up and snorted.

"You don't know? It belongs to Tiffany."

"What are you talking about?"

Sirius slung the bag over his shoulder and patted Remus' back. "Know what? You ask her what happened. She was there before me."

Sirius began to make his way to the Great Hall, leaving Remus to think about this notion. Ask Tiffany? But why? She had left the library and gone back to her dormitory. There was nothing else she could have done. Or seen. This was an interesting thought. Perhaps she'd come back.

"Moony! Quit your thinking and let's go. Save the brain work for class." Remus walked over to Sirius' place at the door and left with him.

-m-a-g-i-c-

Tiffany flipped her hair back again, moving her bangs out of her eyes once more. Remus was sitting right beside her in this class. He hardly noticed the fact till that day. He had become more aware of her since Sirius' comment that morning. He watched her every move with a kind of interest that was scaring him. Why was he watching her? What did he get out of watching her?

There were no answers, no knowledge gained, but, on another hand, there was. This observation gave Remus something new and different. Remus learned that if Tiffany tapped her foot it meant she was bored and wanted to move. When she played with the edge of her shirt, she was shy and nervous. Remus also found that she hated attention. She hated it with a kind of vehemence that visible when she was put in the spotlight. Whenever this happened, she'd try to limit the attention and would usually push someone else into the spotlight instead. Another thing Remus found interesting was that she was fourth on the list. He's never really noticed before but when he thought about it, it did make sense. First and second place would always have Lily or James' name tagged to it; Remus would always be third or higher but Tiffany... Her position was often not announced by their teachers because the teachers themselves cared mainly on the top three.

Presently, Tiffany was listening to the teacher, her hand moving an ink quill to write notes on the class. She reminded him of Lily in a way.

"Mr Lupin?" Remus looked up at Professor Flitwick curiously, "I'm obligated to ask you if you are paying attention." Sirius laughed quietly to himself and looked at his friend expectantly.

"Yes, Professor."

"I hope so. This is the second time and if I catch you doing this again, I'll have to give you a detention. Prefect or not."

"Understood. Professor." Professor Flitwick nodded slightly before continued the lesson. Remus saw Tiffany giggle and turn her head so that she was focussing on the lesson at hand once more.

She put her quill to the parchment again and this time Remus noticed something different. Tiffany was writing, but her eyes were on the teacher. Her hand pressed the quill into the parchment, forming words as perfectly as if she was focussing on the page itself. Amazing, he thought, James could sure learn a thing or two from her. It would prevent him from getting in trouble with Sirius every time they tried passing notes too.

Remus felt a certain interest in Tiffany now; like she could provide something that he'd never had before.

A sudden idea came and passed over Remus and the young werewolf pulled his bag on his lap, rummaging through the insides for the robe from before. He was so focussed on this action that he completely missed Tiffany's conversation with Professor Flitwick.

"Alright. Be sure to come back before dinner to retrieve today's homework."

"Thank you, Professor." said Tiffany, packing her things and going out the door, leaving Remus at the mercy of their short teacher.

"Mr Lupin!" Remus straightened up immediately, stuffing the bag from view.

"Yes, sir?"

Sirius was seconds from bursting out in laughter. Never had Remus been the one to get tagged for trouble. Never. This spotlight was reserved for Sirius and James; Remus just got caught up with it. This was a first.

"I need a little help after class. Do you mind meeting me here later?"

"No, sir." Remus bowed his head in shame. Sirius let it out in a gasp and soon the whole class was laughing. Remus would have laughed too if he hadn't been too ashamed of his actions.

"Mr Black? Would you like to join your friend?"

Sirius stopped almost immediately and gave Flitwick his most serious expression. "No thank you, sir."

"Good." Professor Flitwick continued his lesson, unaware that Sirius had put a small silencing charm around himself and that he had started to laugh again. Remus groaned with depression and was suddenly smacked his forehead. He looked down and saw that the projectile was a piece of paper. (A.N: the bold is Sirius and italics is Remus)

Oh, Moony, you are so in trouble

Remus snuck a glance at Sirius whom was disabling his silencing charm.

Shut up, Padfoot, He wrote before sending it back in Sirius' direction.

How could u let yourself be caught, Moony? If anything u avoid the teachers' punishment. He wrote back, laughing a bit more.

I suppose but I deserved it this time

This time. Well, have fun in detention. Tell me all about it

Remus sighed at this and just nodded before stuffing the paper under his parchment. Detention was such a foreign experience to him without his friends. I suppose, he thought to himself, there's a first for everything.

here we go

we're done

yay!

R&R