Just to make a few things clear:

Harry was in a coma for little over a month because he lost a large amount of blood and a layer of his stomach. Without the layer, his stomach was slowly dissolving, and the blood needed to be made again. When he somehow missed a potion, he sank into the coma through pain, anxiety, bodily stress and lack of red blood cells.

Last chapter or the chapter before I intentionally put 'Harry Potter, the boy who lies', I didn't mean to put lives.

Oh and warning: the word 'bastard' in this chapter, and mentions of the time Remus was caned. If that, err...if you don't want to read the very scanty details provided which advance the story and Remus himself, don't read.

Sorry if I confused you :)

Harry had left Hogwarts. He knew he would need to, as soon as he was awake and could move. Madam Pomphrey set up a special link between the floo network in Lupin Cottage and her own so that she could provide the medicine a few minutes before Harry needed it each time, and that she would not be seen using it. She wrapped him in several sheets, gave him a potion and told him,

"Behave yourself, Mister Potter."

Once Harry was happily tucked up in bed with a glass of milk, a cheese sandwich, a yogurt and a book about Quidditch to read (with the room extension explained to him), Remus and Sirius went back to Hogwarts, this time to get Hermione and Ron. First they took their luggage through, then they smuggled them under the cloak and took them through. Both were dirty, bedraggled and very tired looking, as well as thin and gaunt. Despite Remus taking them food as often as he could manage, they still ran short sometimes, and had to make do with sticky remnants cooked up in a pot and eaten with a brave face and lots of water.

Ron was astounded at how little he remembered from before they went to the shack. As the three of them sat in the classroom Remus had prepared, he was giving a brief overview of what they should have learned, and what Hermione and Ron should have gone over when in the shack, and while Hermione was nodding and occasionally writing something down, Ron was sitting there stunned at the information. Harry just sat there, stunned. It'd only been two days since he left Hogwarts, five since he woke up, and he had forgotten everything anyway.

"Now, do you think you did all of that?"

Hermione shook her head. "We haven't done about any of the DADA things you mentioned, and we only touched on laceration charms. I don't know about Divination, because I don't do it any more, so you'll have to ask Ron or Harry. Well, probably not Harry."

"Ron?"

"Oh, uh..."

"Do you not like Divination?"

"No, it's me and Harry's rest time. Only, uh, without Harry I didn't even try, I just slept."

Ron expected Remus to tell him off but he didn't, he snorted with laughter. "I was the same in Divination, but I quit at the start of fifth year. Smashed a crystal ball and threw a pack of tarot cards across the room. I got a month of detentions from McGonagall when she found me burning my Divination book."

"What are we going to do about DADA?" Harry spoke slowly: even with the potions being pumped into him, he was still ill and recovering and was struggling with his speech.

"Intensive coaching. Since none of you do Divination, or at least you two do but I'm not willing to teach it, we can use that time to do it. Since you are all excellent at it anyway, you should be fine. However, looking at these general tests you filled in-"

Suddenly the door burst open, and in came a panting Sirius.

"Umbridge in the living room..." he had evidently sprinted all the way to the floor below the top one.

"What?" Remus was dumbstruck.

"Umbridge in the living room! Wands, come down!"

The three teenagers went to follow Remus who was running out, but he turned back and frantically shook his head.

"Don't come unless I or Sirius shout for you. She could mean something perfectly harmless."

All three gave a snort of laughter.

"Ah, Professor Umbridge. May I ask why you are in my house?" Remus asked, trying to keep his voice polite as he looked at the woman that had caused him and his son-him and the child legally in his care and Sirius of course so much pain.

"I've come to get Mister Potter, dear. Take him back to Hogwarts. He only completed one of his detentions, he has several more he needs to do."

"Animagus revealus." Sirius spat. When he did so, the woman shrank down to a slug. You see, the spell Sirius used was a spell to reveal what the animagus of a person would be. The counter-spell must be cast by someone else, so essentially Umbridge was stuck as a slug until Sirius or Remus changed her back.

"Sirius! What the hell did you do that for?" Remus hissed, looking with mortification at the slug frantically wiggling towards the door. "She could have been something like a lion or a panther!"

"If she was I would have changed her right back. But how dare she come to your house and ask for |Harry after all she did to him? How dare she, the miserly little slug?"

"I'll get a jar. Put a little water in it, and some leaves. Then we'll have to think."

Remus dashed through to the kitchen, found the largest jar he could (which happened to be a 750g coffee jar), squeezed a wet tissue into it so that there was some moisture, swished it around then nipped into the garden, took a few different leaves and flowers and clod of mud and shoved them in. Then he went back inside, picked up the slug from the floor and dropped it in. As he screwed up the lid, he dashed a few small holes (small enough so that a certain pink slug couldn't wriggle through) for air.

"Now what?" He said to Sirius, who was smirking.

"Show Harry and Ron and Hermione."

Remus couldn't help laughing at the twisted grin on Sirius's face. They both went upstairs and opened the door to a scene of devastation: the desks had evidently exploded, and there was ink everywhere.

"What happened? Tell me, now." Remus sharply said, looking around the room.

Hermione blushed and quietly said, "Ah, that was me. Accidental magic. I thought about Umbridge hurting Harry, and I just..." as she spoke, everything Remus had transfigured changed back into it's original state. Maths books, broken quills, random bits of junk...and there, on the desk sat the cane which Remus had grown up fearing more than anything else.

"Your accidental magic is powerful, Hermione." Remus shakily said as he looked around at the destroyed room. She blushed and said,

"I'm so sorry, Remus!"

"It's okay."

"Why is there a cane on the desk, Moony?" Sirius asked, looking at the long, thin stick.

"My father. When he tutored me in maths, English and science in the school holidays he liked to keep order, and having that was the best way he could. He only used it the once." Remus had gone very pale looking at it: it was evidently a bad memory.

"What happened, Moony? I've told you about all the times my dear parents used crucio on me, you tell me about that, fair deal."

"I was fourteen, so it was 1974 or 1975, probably the latter, and I was just so bored, and it was very close to a full moon. I just picked up the algebra book and chucked it through the window. Dad wasn't impressed, so to speak, and gave me eight strokes, which was more than I could handle. I was crying by the end of it, but he didn't care. Even if he'd left the dark arts he was and is still an evil bastard." The four people in the room that were not werewolves stared at the man who was. He was staring loathingly at it. He suddenly picked it up, dropping Umbridge on the floor (but the jar didn't smash, thank goodness) and broke it in half. And again, so he was left holding quarters. He then opened the window and threw them out as far as he could. Then he turned around to Harry, Ron and Hermione and said,

"You're never meeting my father if I can help it. Never."

Then, his face broke into a smile. He had evidently taken a large burden from his heart in sharing that. He started to mutter charms and counter charms, spells and the occasional jinx, and the room was soon restored.

"Guess what's in this jar?" Sirius brightly asked, not seeming to be able to hold it in any longer. Remus took it from him, with a laugh and showed it to them.

"A bright pink slug..." Ron said, with no mirth in his voice. But Hermione gave a hesitant laugh and asked,

"Is it...?" she raised her eyebrows, and Remus and Sirius guessed what she was trying to say.

"It's Umbridge! Shame the change is temporary. Sirius changed her temporarily! Hilarious, isn't it." Remus started to laugh. Sirius, Harry, Ron and Hermione stared at him chuckling: he was acting completely weirdly.

"What?" he snorted with laughter. Suddenly Sirius started to laugh as well.

"They've gone mad!"

"Not really! He was like this until puberty hit." Sirius and Remus collapsed against each other, laughing their heads off.

When they sobered up after a good ten minutes of howling with laughter, Remus turned to the trio, gave another snort of laughter and said,

"I feel so bloody good. Let's go to Hogsmeade, or Diagon Alley, or-"

"Moony, it's half way through the school day, it'll be deserted."

"I don't care! Come on! Let's go out, have fun. Look, when was the last time when you caught me in this great a mood?"

Sirius looked thoughtful and replied, "Third year? Perhaps fourth?"

"Exactly! Come on, we can go to that ice cream parlour and all that! Come on!" Remus carefully put Umbridge's jar on a shelf on the wall in the shade, before bouncing out of the room.

"Sirius, what the hell has happened to Remus?" Ron asked.

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