Hiding in the moonlight

By: Grey Wolf

Disclaimer: I don't own Remus or any other Harry Potter character, unless I make one up. Romulus is mine though but only if J.K doesn't create him in a future novel

Note: I know it's been close or over a year since this has been updated but I have my reasons. For one I'm lazy ;p another is that I'm an artistic soul and thus have enough free time but not enough work time but from now on I'll try to update more, I don't promise but I'll try. Feedback and ideas are always welcome =^-^= please feed me ;p

Ok I've never fainted but I have given blood and trust me from going from high blood pressure to low is quite a head rush

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Part 5 – Head Rush

The sun was a glaring ball looking down upon the three small, soon to be, wizards. James and Sirius had carried Remus to the nearest bench as best they could and as such almost dropped the slightly smaller boy, twice. Sirius smoothed down the young werewolf's hair and looked at him with slight worry in his eyes.

"Hey Jamey, what happens if he doesn't wake up, what will we tell his parents if they find us?"

"Don't be darfed Siri, people don't just faint and never wake up… unless they prick their fingers on spinning wheels and he didn't, did he?" James sat down, spreading his arms against the bench on either side of him and leaning his head back "Besides who believes those old stories anymore anyway?"

Sirius glared at his messy hair friend and sighed. James never really did seem to care much for the misfortune of others. Them again neither did he till now, but the boy, he looked so helpless where he laid sleeping on the bench, like he'd need someone to protect him from the bullies and ruffians at school. He needed a hero and a leader… (A/n: not meant in a slash way I swear) And that was exactly what Sirius Black fancied himself, a hero.

"I'm gonna go get him some water, when he wakes up he might be thirsty. Watch him and don't wonder off" Sirius stated flatly, sometimes his best friend got so distracted it was like he had floated off to the moon, except when it came to Quiddish. They could spend hours in Sirius' backyard secretly practising the game.

James just waved at him as he left and looked at the unconscious boy. There was a nagging little voice in his head that wondered if he hadn't been unconscious for too long already.  He shrugged slightly and stretched himself, letting a yawn escape him.

He was so sure that the boy had probably drifted into peaceful sleep that he jumped when a small groan escaped the boy's pale pink lips and his eyes fluttered open.

Remus' small hands tried to block out the sun as he lifted them to fight of the assault that threatened to consume him. He felt tired beyond all measurement and he wanted sleep, but somehow it also seemed wrong to him.

 The world was still spinning, though spinning was not the right word. It was as if the world was being pulled to one side and then would jump back, much like the typewriter he had seen his grandmother enchanted to bite muggles fingers off, much to his mother distress.

He sat up, expecting his head to pound or ache but it didn't, it felt like it should and maybe in someway it did but it didn't feel like it did. He did however felt nauseous and weak and he lied back down. The other two boys was with him, he knew that much but he was so dazed and confused that he didn't know what was going on around him, not really. He muttered something, but he didn't know what it was. He closed his eyes and smiled inwardly –Great-, he thought, -just another normal transformation.-