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Notes: It's a very short Chapter, but hopefully the next one will be longer.

Warnings: In the near future, there shall be male and male, so you have been warned. If you do not like it, I ask you kindly to close this fanfiction, as it will not be your cup of tea.

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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

You won't fool the children of the revolution

"Sirius," a voice whispered from the other side of the bed. "Are you awake?"

"No, I'm not." Sirius replied turning to face James.

"We need to talk." James whispered. "I, there's something I just can't stop thinking about and it's driving me insane."

"What's the matter? You know you can tell me anything." He asked concerned.

"It's not so much as I can't tell you … it's just" He jerked his finger towards the bottom of the bed where Peter was currently sleeping on the floor, thanks to the milky light of the full moon Sirius could see where he was pointing.

"Ooh …" Sirius nodded before signalling for James to follow.

Rolling off the bed they both tiptoed towards the door careful not to wake Peter, after a couple of helpings of Mrs Potter's food he was fit to burst and the only suitable solution for him was sleep. Once out of the room, James pointed at Sirius to enter his fathers study.

"Are you sure your father won't mind us being in here?" He said sitting on the comfortable spinning chair, which was placed at the old wooden desk.

"Nah, he doesn't really come in here a lot anyway." James switched on a lamp that cast an orange glow around the room.

"So what is it you were going to say? And why can't Petey know?" Sirius asked, using his foot to spin the chair.

Sitting in a chair opposite Sirius James looked at his hands, taking a deep breath he began to talk. "Well, he can't know because he'd freak out. Remember that conversation we had ages ago about Remus? About the dog and how he visits his, sick mum every month. Well, I'm beginning to... What I mean is that I've been thinking for a while and I'm beginning to think that it's not true. I mean I've always been suspicious, but it's getting out of hand now."

Sirius nodded slowly as he picked up a fountain pen and began tapping it on the desk, trying to find words to say. "I know what you mean, it seems a bit suspicious. Doesn't it. I get this feeling from him sometimes that he's not telling me everything, and I can clearly see that he's so sad and that if he told me this 'thing' then he'd be happier."

"Yes!" James agreed sighing enthusiastically. "Yes, that's exactly how I feel. You know how he's always so beat up … you don't think that his mum … y'know?"

"No, Ms Lupin wouldn't do that. I met her she was a really nice woman. She cares about Remus."

"I know but looks can be deceiving." He said believing that he was getting to the point of things.

"Trust me on this one James." Sirius said leaning back in the chair.

"Then, what can it be?" James sighed putting his head in his hands. "It's so frustrating. It's not like we can ask him. 'Hey where do you disappear off to once a month and why do you come back looking so beat u-"

"Wait!" Sirius cried sitting upright, lowering his voice realising how loud he was. "Wait a minute …" There was a three minute silence before he let out a groan. "Oh Merlin."

"What is it?" James asked leaning forward.

"I don't want to say anything just yet because it sounds stupid." He stood and walked over to the book shelf. "Does your dad have a book on mythical creatures?"

"Yeah probably, somewhere. Why what is it?" He asked again.

Sirius ran his finger along the hard spines of the books before him before a particular one caught his eye, flipping through the pages his grey eyes skimmed frantically. His pupils devoured by his irises as he stopped on a page.

"Sirius, what is it?" James asked again.

Tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear, he began to read from the book. "At all other times, they appear as normal human beings, although they will often seem to be ill as the full moon approaches." James was about to interrupt him before he started talking again. "Without any humans nearby to attack, or other animals to occupy it, the werewolf will attack itself out of frustration. This leaves many werewolves with self inflicted scars…"

"Sirius, you can't be serious." James scoffed. "You can't honestly believe that he could be a werewolf."

"Just think about it for a minute James. Remus needed specific dates, he couldn't come this week. But he could come next week. Look out the window, what do you see? A full moon. He disappears once a month to visit his 'sick' mum. She seemed pretty healthy when I seen her. Then after his 'visiting' he comes back with scars and broken bones, it all makes sense."

There was a pregnant pause both not knowing what to say, Sirius could almost hear James' brain trying to make sense of their current situation.

"And if he is a werewolf," James said. "Would you still be his friend?"

"James, I don't know how you could ask a question like that." Sirius said, all trace of the usual rambunctiousness gone. "Of course I'd still be his friend. And I hope you would too."

"Yeah, I would be." James nodded swallowing a lump in his throat.

"Do you think we should ask him about it when he comes?" Sirius asked returning to the chair.

"Maybe we should wait till we go back to school. Maybe make sure that he is …" James said.

"Also, we can subtly let him know that we think it's alright. After all, maybe he's not telling us because he thinks it'll scare us." Sirius suggested.

"Does it scare you Sirius?" James asked seriously.

"Not at all, he hasn't hurt anyone. It says in that book it's only during transformations that he loses his humanity. So he's his usual self the rest of the month and we both know that Remus wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Where do you suppose he transforms?" Asked James. "Surely he couldn't do it in the school where people can hear?"

"Maybe it's somewhere in-"

"What are you boys doing up?" Charlus Potter asked from the doorway. "It's three in the morning."

"We couldn't sleep." James admitted, after all it was partly true.

Walking into the room a tired Charlus rubbed his eyes, finding it hard to see without his glasses he picked up the book on the desk and turned it to look at its worn cover. "So you decided to brush up on werewolves?" He chuckled putting the book away. "Off to bed with you both."

"Goodnight." They both muttered as they left the room, making a pact before they entered the bedroom not to tell Peter. They could both guess what Peter's reaction would be and it was not a good one, they'd tell him when the moment is right.