Hey guys! Here is the next chapter in "The Marauders!" About the previous chapter, I got a few tips and corrections. You see, I guess Regulus is younger than Sirius. Oops. Bare with me here folks. I'm going to go and fix everything eventually. You see, I would do it now but I'm working offline at the second and am typing on one of my computer programs. I was going over the story when I realized "Crud! James asks Lily to go to Hogsmead for a date! They are in their second year, (and I'm sure that, if you recall, you can't go to Hogsmead until 3rd year.) I swear I will go back and fix all of my mistakes! Sorry! And one last thing. I'm thinking, once I'm finished with this fic, I'm going to do another one. The same characters and everything but in their 7th year because writing a romance fiction for two twelve year olds is kind of hard. Don't worry, it will all be in sync with this story. Does anyone have any objections or is it a good idea? well anyways, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, blah, blah, blah. It's so unfair...

Chapter 11?

He hated seeing her like this. It was the afternoon of the full moon and Michelle was sitting on the common room couch with her head in her hands. The transformation would be coming soon and it was taking its toll on the two werewolves already. This was going to be their first transformation together. Michelle had finally given in and was ready to transform along side Remus in the Shrieking Shack and she was nervous as ever.

Remus sighed, wrapped up his charms essay and went over to sit with Michelle. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close.

"Don't worry Mickey, it wont be too bad. Anyways, you'll be with me and we both know that as long as I'm around everything will be peachy." he said grinning. "I mean after all, I am the Remus Lupin, am I not?" he added smugly. The other second year responded by punching Remus playfully in the shoulder. But soon her expression went anxious again and she began fiddling with her thumbs. Remus sighed.

"Sorry Moony, I'm just scared is all. It... hurts a lot, not the most enjoyable experience. I'm sure you agree?" she asked, looking Lupin in the eye. Remus gave her grim smile and ran his fingers through his already slightly grey flecked hair.

"You know Mickey? I'll give you that one, transforming is certainly not enjoyable. I'm not going to act like it's no big deal, because in truth? Being a werewolf sucks. Transforming sucks. The reputation sucks. You know? The whole bloody scheme of things for us werewolves; I mean, we probably can't get jobs in the future. Can't have kids without the risk of passing on your condition... I'm so effing tired of it." Remus spat bitterly.

Michelle could tell that her friend had wanted to say this for a very long time, and she didn't blame him for having such negative feelings toward lycanthropy. On the contrary, she agreed with him fully.

Remus sighed deeply, and rubbed his temples, trying and failing to rid himself of his own migraine. She looked at him worriedly, leaning over and feeling his forehead to find it cold with sweat. "Are you OK Moony?" Michelle murmured slowly. He grunted and leaned back into the couch. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards and Michelle fell back as well. Resting her head onto his shoulder, she napped for the rest of the evening before the painful task of transforming.

Professor McGonigal climbed through the portrait hole and entered the Griffendor common room. She sighed, not wishing to wake the peaceful slumbering werewolves on the couch. But seeing as she had no choice, Minerva shook Remus's shoulder. He awoke with a start, senses painfully sharp because of the full moon.

"Mr. Lupin, we only have about thirty minutes to get down to the Shrieking Shack! I thought you and Michelle were supposed to meet us down in the hospital wing an hour ago!" she scolded her student. Remus frowned and looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry Professor, I shouldn't have been so careless." Said the boy, shamefully. McGonigals sharp gaze lightened.

"Well, we haven't time to wait. You and Michelle should get down to the Whomping Willow." she said, nodding to the sleeping girl still leaning on Remus's shoulder. Realizing this, Remus's cheeks erupted into a rosy tinge, and he avoided her gaze embarrassingly. Gently he tapped her, trying to wake his friend up.

"Hey Mickey, time to go." he said. Her eyes opened and she looked up at McGonigal then to Remus. Yawning, she grabbed her cloak and pulled Remus by the wrist to the portrait hole.

Michelle cried out, her head sagging against the wooden wall of the Shrieking Shack. Madame Pomphrey had left them about ten minutes ago, and the two students were now sitting in silence awaiting the transformation. Michelle felt as if she was going to be sick, as if her limbs were burning and acid was washing over her bones. She wasn't sure if she could bear the pain much longer. She had tried at first to ignore the white, hot, stabbing pain that had taken over her shivering body, but it was all too much.

Remus was trying to keep his cool. After years and years of going through the same thing, he was used to the pain. But still, as he clenched his teeth together, was it the nerves,(?) for whatever reason, he didn't think that he could go another minute without losing it. He watched Michelle shake on the other side of the room, gasping and sobbing. He wanted to help her, but knew that there was nothing he could do to ease the pain. He so much wanted to rid her of whatever she was feeling, he really did. Sitting up suddenly, he crawled over and collapsed next to her.

"How's it going Micks?" he asked, in barely a whisper. She tried to look up, but even moving a muscle sent shooting pain through her body. Remus wrapped his shaking arms around Michelle protectively and she leaned into his chest, feeling better. "I wish I could take away the pain Micks." he said, in a slurred voice. "Me too." she rasped, and she knew he heard her because he gave her a squeeze. That's when a cloud moved, and bright moonlight seeped in through the window bathing the children in its milkiness.

She choked on her cry as the pain suddenly reached its breaching point and transformation began. Her pale skin crawled and her entire body felt as if it was breaking down. Her bones cracked, bended and crunched into her new canine form. Fur bristled along the wolfs body as it whimpered, waiting for the final bones to reposition.

Michelle was no more, a wolf in her place. The wolf howled, searching for a way out of the shack. It scratched at every surface, it gnawed at the door and even clawed at the floor in hopes of digging itself out. The wolf wanted flesh, and blood. Humans. The wolf wanted humans. Finally giving up, the wolf whimpered and faced the rest of the room to find another one of its kind. The other wolf, a larger, sandy furred creature was on all fours. It didn't know what to think of this new arrival. It racked its savage brain, trying to remember there ever being another one of him. After a thirty seconds of concentrating on its task, it could find nothing familiar about this being. Could he trust it? The smaller, black wolf put one paw forward seeming to be thinking the same thing. The male threw up its head and howled, the female did the same. This female, she will not harm me, the sandy wolf concluded. With that, it curled up in the corner of the Shrieking Shack and closed its eyes. The black wolf whimpered and followed his lead. Resting its head, the wolf slumped down by the other and fell asleep.

Michelle awoke, blinking she uncurled from her fetal position and sat up. She tried to move some more, but her shoulder was preventing her from doing so. She gasped at the pain, fearing that she might have dislocated it. The next thing she noticed was that she was butt naked. Of course Michelle! This happened last time as well! She scolded herself, after the dull shock. This wouldn't have bothered her as much, after all, it's not as if her clothes would stand a chance in the transformation. But when she suddenly remembered that there was a twelve-year-old boy in the room as well, she quickly covered herself up with whatever shreds of clothing were left lying around.

"Ah, I hear your awake." said a voice from the other side of the room. Michelle jumped out of her skin.

"Didn't mean to scare you Mickey! Just wanted to tell you that Madame Pomphrey stashed some clothes in the closet. Don't worry, I haven't looked." he added. Michelle was relived to find Remus fully clothed and looking out the window, facing away from her.

"Always the gentleman Remus, but I highly doubt that a hormonal teenager such as yourself had ignored the fact that there was a naked sleeping girl in the room. Mind you, I'm not that bad looking either." She said, quickly throwing on some baggy muggle clothes she found in the closet that she was assuming belonged to Remus. He snorted.

She joined him by the window, looking out at the slowly dawning morning. They stood in silently looking out the window, until Remus turned to look at her.

"Hormonal teenager? Honestly?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. She grinned, shrugging.

"Any serious injuries I should know about?" Remus asked, as they descended into the passage way.

"Well, I think I might have dislocated my shoulder. It's really sore and kind of red." she said, ducking under a root. "Ouch, that has got to hurt." he responded from behind.

"It does. Do you have any injuries?" she questioned. "You know, the usual. Bites, scratches. I have this one wound on my thigh that wont quit bleeding..." he trailed off as they reached light. Prodding the knot on the case of the tree, they made their way across the Hogwarts grounds and to the Hospital wing.

Sirius' POV

Sirius sat on the window seat, looking out in the grounds, wondering where on earth Remus could be. Normally he offered a cheesy explanation before he disappeared, but this time, he didn't even mention that he was leaving again. After over an hour of being lost in thought, (which is a big deal, considering that we are talking about Sirius Black,) the raven haired boy pulled on a robe and headed downstairs. Sirius was on a mission. If he wasn't going to get answers from Remus, he might as well try the next best thing. Michelle.

You would have to be pretty daft not to notice the closeness of Remus and Michelle. If we can't get this secret out of Remus, I wonder if Michelle can. Mused Sirius.

Once in the common room, he checked all the chairs and couches but to his disappointment she was nowhere to be found. Sirius groaned, knowing that the only other place that the pale girl could be was up in her room. Boys could not go into the girls rooms, it was basically impossible, Sirius should know because he had tried several times. Well, you didn't think this one out very well, did you Sirius? Thought the young Black, glaring up at the jinxed girls' staircase that turned into a slide when in contact with the male species.

Sirius grinned, seeing as there was no other option. Fixing his hair, and straightening his pajama pants the boy cupped his hands around his mouth and cried, "Lily! Oh LILY!" Up the staircase. He continued shouting until a fourth year girl slammed open her door, and stomped to the top of the staircase. "What do you want Black? It's eleven bloody o' clock in the the ruddy night! Don't you have a teacher to annoy or possibly a prank to set up?" she cried at the smirking boy. Sirius grinned, and clasped his hands together in an innocent expression.

"Could you please get Lily Evans for me madame'?" he asked in a sickly sweet voice. She huffed. "If it will make you shut up and go away, than sure..." she muttered angrily, stalking off and returning with the emerald eyed red head that was Lily Evans. She did not look pleased, but when she saw Sirius her hard features softened a bit.

"What is it Sirius?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was wearing a very light nightgown that was baby pink and only came down to mid-thigh that could not help but catch the young play boys eye. Seeing where his eyes were wandering, she smacked him upside the head, hard.

"Ouchie, ouchie!" he cried, grabbing his head. She rolled her eyes. "Well?" she demanded.

"Right, yes you see. Um, oh yea!" cried Sirius, finally remembering why he was down here in the middle of the night. "Is Michelle up there with you?" he asked quickly, this earning him another smack.

"Honestly Sirius! That's what you called me down for? Why didn't you just call Michelle, really?" she snapped, shaking her head at his lack of intelligence. "Well, I'm not going to go all the way back upstairs and set up a little meeting for you two. Not to mention the fact that MIchelle isn't even present in this castle at the moment, she's visiting her older sister in Wales." said Lily, hands on her hips. "Bloody brilliant." Muttered Sirius, heading toward the boys staircase.

"Wait! Sirius?" said Lily. Sirius turned, cocking his head in an annoying manner. She ignored this and continued. "Why do you need her anyways?" she asked out of pure curiosity.

"You know how Remus disappears every month? Well, since we can't get an answer from him, I was wondering if she would ask him about it. They are pretty close, you know?" said Sirius, looking into her emerald eyes. She nodded and headed back upstairs.

Ok guys. I'm honestly sorry. I thought I posted this chapter a long time ago... (heh heh) welp, if I still have any readers out there, please review