A/N: - Ok, D.H.R. I really don't know how you do it but here it is – at least a bit more. Haha, if it wasn't for you I doubt I'd get anything written, so thanks.

James opened his eyes, groaned and said a bad word; "Sirius? Where are you?"

"I'm here, James," replied Sirius' voice.

"Where's 'here'?"

"By this crate,"

James paused, "Sirius?"

"Yes?"

"Where's the vampire?"

"By that crate,"

"Oh…"

"Sirius?"

"Yes?"

"We're in a storeroom,"

"Yes?"

"Which crate you idiot!? The whole room is filled with crates!"

"This one, Prongs, and that one," said Sirius, James could tell by his friend's voice that he was being wound up.

"Look, this is not the time," James said flatly.

"Look, this is not the time," echoed Sirius in the same voice.

"Stop it!"

"Stop it!"

James sat in thought for a while and then said slowly, "I smell…"

There was no answer, then – "Haha, you just said you smell, James!"

"Well I win 'cos you never copied me! Haha yourself!" retorted James triumphantly; there was another pause, "Good game, Prongs, good game…"

From somewhere else in the darkness there was an exasperated sigh, "Zis is probably not goink to be vorth zis torture…"

"Right, Remus. What do we need?" asked Peter back in the Gryffindor dormitories.

"Wands," replied Remus

"Check!"

"Stake,"

"I'll see what I can get from the kitchen, Remus, the elves are doing –"

"Not that kind of stake!"

"Oh right…sorry…"

"Never mind, I think we're ready – let's go." Remus slung his bag over his shoulder and made towards the dormitory door, Peter, however, hadn't moved.

"Peter, what are you doing? C'mon!"

"Dumbledore said to stay here, Remus…" Peter mumbled uncertainly.

"So?"

"We might get expelled!"

"So?" Remus repeated

"B-but…"

"LOOK PETER!" Remus exploded – he had had about enough of Peter's whining and the full moon was only one day away, "JAMES AND SIRIUS ARE YOUR FRIENDS! THEY'RE IN TROUBLE AND NEED OUR HELP! IF YOU'RE MORE WORRIED ABOUT YOURSELF BEING EXPELLED THAN THEIR LIVES YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE CALLED THEIR FRIEND! OR MINE!"

Remus stopped and looked at Peter, he was shaking and close to tears but he still had an unusual look of defiance on his face, "Why can't we just let Dumbledore - ?"

He never finished – Remus had grabbed him round the neck and lifted him with one hand, there was something different in his eyes…something…animal…this time when he spoke he didn't shout but whispered but even that was more terrifying than the shout, "Peter, do you know what time of the month it is?" he snapped in Peter's face, Peter nodded worriedly, "Good, then you know that I'm a little bit stressed at the moment and if you don't do this I might just tear your arm off and strangle you with it, do you understand?" Peter nodded again and Remus let him go, straightened his hair and marched out of the door with Peter in tow.

"I spy vith my little I somethink beginnink vith, C."

James said a bad word and Wilhelm laughed, "No, not von of those, James. It's your go Sirius."

"Crate?"

"Vell done, Sirius!"

"Kill me now…" groaned James,

"Not yet, James, not lonk though!"

"I don't think there will be any killing of my students, Wilhelm!" said a new deep, musical voice.

"Dumbledore!" cried James and Sirius together looking around the darkness for their headmaster, a bright light filled the storeroom and sure enough, Albus Dumbledore stepped out from behind a stack of boxes, wand raised,

"Stay where you are, you two," commanded Dumbledore as he advanced towards them,

"Albus!" cried Wilhelm clapping his hands together in delight, "How vunderful to see you again!"

"Wilhelm," Dumbledore replied bowing deeply.

"You know each other!" asked James in surprise, Dumbledore looked at him with his bright blue eyes and James fell silent, "Yes Mr. Potter we do, but that might not save you – or me now,"

"Professor!" shouted Sirius pointing, Dumbledore looked around. Wilhelm wasn't there anymore.

"Get behind a crate, quickly!" cried Dumbledore looking around the room desperately, the two boys did so very, very quickly.

"I'm over here, Albus," whispered the vampire, Dumbledore turned, "Not there, here, old boy!" The headmaster turned again and was lifted off his feet and thrown by the vampire that had materialised behind him; the boys cringed as Dumbledore crushed a box of jelly beans – James swore.

"Yeah, I know," said Sirius, "Damn waste of jelly beans…"

Luckily a loud bang from the end of Dumbledore's wand muffled James' reply.

The vampire disappeared again – then it was behind the Headteacher – then above – then in front, he was moving so fast the boys didn't know how Dumbledore was ever going to keep up…