Aloha! Quick note: I don't own this! J.K. Rowling owns all! This
is a clean fanfic, which means no twisted romance, no bad language... Have
fun reading and thank you to reviewers! I also want to say that I almost
pitied Peter after writing this. Dragon pox is like chicken pox and a
virus our family (and entire town I think) got a while back. It is really
bad. Mwahahaha. Torture marauders! If you want to read another odd
twisted story while waiting for this one to update, go to the Hogwarts
Psychiatrist. Chapter 3...
James woke before the sun was up and turned to the door. Two people he presumed to the Lupins had just entered the hospital wing. He put his glasses back on and looked over to Remus's bed to see blankets, a messy nest of light blonde hair and an arm and foot sticking out of the blankets. The Lupins didn't look as sickly as James imagined. Remus had often told them that his parents had a type of disease that ran in his family. He jumped off his bed and rushed to meet them.
"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Lupin! I'm James Potter and a good friend of Remus's!" He shook their hands.
"Its nice to meet you Mr. Potter" he said as Pomfrey walked in and Remus stirred.
The sun appeared and shone mercilessly through the window of the hospital wing. Remus could feel the beam of light burn through his eyelids and pound on his skull. He turned over on his stomach and pulled his pillow over his head. The turning made him feel dizzy. He pulled the heavy blankets over the pillow that was over his head. Then he heard a muffled beep. His eye started twitching and he gripped the edges of his pillow. The pitiless beeps continued. He began to feel extremely hot and hungry. The thought of food made him feel ill. He swallowed and quickly wished he hadn't. His throat was on fire. Each beep pounded on his brain and behind his eyes. With his arms itching, brain pounding, throat burning, eye twitching and stomach turning, only one thing topped it off, the full moon was a week away. So all in all it was a bad morning for Remus, yet inside of his blankets seemed like heaven compared to the world outside. As he was thinking this to himself, he heard a voice addressing him.
"Remus honey. Get those blankets off your head before you suffocate yourself." His mother stood at the side of his bed, staring at the unresponsive lump.
Remus gripped his pillow tighter. Why did she have to say honey? He was not about to face the outside world just yet. Even suffocating himself didn't seem like a bad plan just about now. The beeping continued. He felt his blankets being pulled back and a sudden jerk on his pillow. Pulling tighter on the pillow he felt his nose being more and more pressed against the mattress. There was another tug at the pillow, now with two pairs of hardhearted hands. The pillow was soon lifted off of his messy, sweaty hair despite his pulling on it. He let out an uncharacteristic growl as he fought for the pillow. Once deciding that he would not win he let it go, flipped over on his back and pulled the blankets over his head. He smiled to himself at his brilliance, though he had still been defeated. Madam Pomfrey's voice pounded into his ears.
"He needs to take some dragon pox potion before nine."
"Well it's eight fifty now."
Remus knew what was coming. Later he would not remember why he fought so hard. Gripping onto the top of his covers, he felt a tug on the bottom of his bed. Within minutes of pain, Remus found himself blankets less with his hands hanging off the end of his bed and feet where his head once was. Weakly rising his head, his vision was met with an angry Pomfrey, mother and a laughing James and Sirius. His father stood behind the two women with a look of great amusement on his face. He bit his lip and squinted angrily at them. Pomfrey shoved a goblet full of a murky orange potion in front of his face. It smelt like oranges. Gagging and coughing he turned away from fragrant liquid. He felt extremely nauseous as two fingers grabbed his nose so he couldn't breathe and hot orange potion rushed down his throat.
"I think he's glad to see us, what do you think dear?" Mr. Lupin looked to his wife.
"Yes, yes!" As Mrs. Lupin finished saying this, the door was thrown open by Mrs. Pettigrew. She had a plate of bacon and eggs in one hand and was approaching Peter. Madam Pomfrey thought quickly for a way to get Mrs. Pettigrew away from the hospital wing.
"Peter, I want you to eat this or you'll be more sick then you are." Mrs. Pettigrew placed the plate in front of a very green Peter.
"Mrs. Pettigrew, Mr. Lupin, Mrs. Lupin, I think my patients need some quiet for now. I will ask you to leave for a few hours. They will be feeling better in a few hours if they have some rest." She looked at the Lupins apologetically and they nodded understandingly.
Once they were gone, Sirius let out a sigh of relief and tried to swallow. He turned to talk to James, but only a funny hoarse sound came out. He settled in taking a piece of parchment and a quill off from his bedside table and scribbled note with his untidy handwriting.
Sirius: Hallelujah! Maybe McGonagall will get her today with a good curse.
James: We can only hope!
Peter: Hey!
James: Well no offence Peter, but your mother is more evil then that new dark lord Voldy-something.
Remus: Voldemort. Urgh! James can you get me my blanket from off the floor.
James: Sure.
James jumped out of his bed and threw Remus his blanket.
James: I'm going down for breakfast and to shower, see ya'll later.
Sirius: Bye.
Peter: Please, don't mention breakfast. I beg you.
James: Nice cool pumpkin juice, buttery toast, crispy bacon and salted eggs dipped in ketchup!
Remus: James. I'm going to kill you.
Remus tried pitiably to get out of his bed and James took off running to Pomfrey for permission to leave. He pranced very deer like to her office and then to the great hall.
James woke before the sun was up and turned to the door. Two people he presumed to the Lupins had just entered the hospital wing. He put his glasses back on and looked over to Remus's bed to see blankets, a messy nest of light blonde hair and an arm and foot sticking out of the blankets. The Lupins didn't look as sickly as James imagined. Remus had often told them that his parents had a type of disease that ran in his family. He jumped off his bed and rushed to meet them.
"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Lupin! I'm James Potter and a good friend of Remus's!" He shook their hands.
"Its nice to meet you Mr. Potter" he said as Pomfrey walked in and Remus stirred.
The sun appeared and shone mercilessly through the window of the hospital wing. Remus could feel the beam of light burn through his eyelids and pound on his skull. He turned over on his stomach and pulled his pillow over his head. The turning made him feel dizzy. He pulled the heavy blankets over the pillow that was over his head. Then he heard a muffled beep. His eye started twitching and he gripped the edges of his pillow. The pitiless beeps continued. He began to feel extremely hot and hungry. The thought of food made him feel ill. He swallowed and quickly wished he hadn't. His throat was on fire. Each beep pounded on his brain and behind his eyes. With his arms itching, brain pounding, throat burning, eye twitching and stomach turning, only one thing topped it off, the full moon was a week away. So all in all it was a bad morning for Remus, yet inside of his blankets seemed like heaven compared to the world outside. As he was thinking this to himself, he heard a voice addressing him.
"Remus honey. Get those blankets off your head before you suffocate yourself." His mother stood at the side of his bed, staring at the unresponsive lump.
Remus gripped his pillow tighter. Why did she have to say honey? He was not about to face the outside world just yet. Even suffocating himself didn't seem like a bad plan just about now. The beeping continued. He felt his blankets being pulled back and a sudden jerk on his pillow. Pulling tighter on the pillow he felt his nose being more and more pressed against the mattress. There was another tug at the pillow, now with two pairs of hardhearted hands. The pillow was soon lifted off of his messy, sweaty hair despite his pulling on it. He let out an uncharacteristic growl as he fought for the pillow. Once deciding that he would not win he let it go, flipped over on his back and pulled the blankets over his head. He smiled to himself at his brilliance, though he had still been defeated. Madam Pomfrey's voice pounded into his ears.
"He needs to take some dragon pox potion before nine."
"Well it's eight fifty now."
Remus knew what was coming. Later he would not remember why he fought so hard. Gripping onto the top of his covers, he felt a tug on the bottom of his bed. Within minutes of pain, Remus found himself blankets less with his hands hanging off the end of his bed and feet where his head once was. Weakly rising his head, his vision was met with an angry Pomfrey, mother and a laughing James and Sirius. His father stood behind the two women with a look of great amusement on his face. He bit his lip and squinted angrily at them. Pomfrey shoved a goblet full of a murky orange potion in front of his face. It smelt like oranges. Gagging and coughing he turned away from fragrant liquid. He felt extremely nauseous as two fingers grabbed his nose so he couldn't breathe and hot orange potion rushed down his throat.
"I think he's glad to see us, what do you think dear?" Mr. Lupin looked to his wife.
"Yes, yes!" As Mrs. Lupin finished saying this, the door was thrown open by Mrs. Pettigrew. She had a plate of bacon and eggs in one hand and was approaching Peter. Madam Pomfrey thought quickly for a way to get Mrs. Pettigrew away from the hospital wing.
"Peter, I want you to eat this or you'll be more sick then you are." Mrs. Pettigrew placed the plate in front of a very green Peter.
"Mrs. Pettigrew, Mr. Lupin, Mrs. Lupin, I think my patients need some quiet for now. I will ask you to leave for a few hours. They will be feeling better in a few hours if they have some rest." She looked at the Lupins apologetically and they nodded understandingly.
Once they were gone, Sirius let out a sigh of relief and tried to swallow. He turned to talk to James, but only a funny hoarse sound came out. He settled in taking a piece of parchment and a quill off from his bedside table and scribbled note with his untidy handwriting.
Sirius: Hallelujah! Maybe McGonagall will get her today with a good curse.
James: We can only hope!
Peter: Hey!
James: Well no offence Peter, but your mother is more evil then that new dark lord Voldy-something.
Remus: Voldemort. Urgh! James can you get me my blanket from off the floor.
James: Sure.
James jumped out of his bed and threw Remus his blanket.
James: I'm going down for breakfast and to shower, see ya'll later.
Sirius: Bye.
Peter: Please, don't mention breakfast. I beg you.
James: Nice cool pumpkin juice, buttery toast, crispy bacon and salted eggs dipped in ketchup!
Remus: James. I'm going to kill you.
Remus tried pitiably to get out of his bed and James took off running to Pomfrey for permission to leave. He pranced very deer like to her office and then to the great hall.