Author's Note: Yes, I know this event occurred in the Marauder's 6th year, but I'm changing it more my uses, okay! Mostly because I'm too incredibly lazy to go back and edit Chapter 1. If it makes you feel better, pretend they're in their 6th year, okay?

Chapter 8

Later that night, Remus headed down to the Shrieking Shack, and James, Peter, and Sirius followed. The full moon was really hitting Remus hard, and despite the Wolfsbane potion, he was still sure this moon would be particularly painful, and that it would be very difficult for him to keep control of himself.

Sirius hadn't told the others of his challenge with Severus. He had pretty much forgotten about it, what with afternoon Slytherin-free classes being so enjoyable. Then he had Lily "study" with him. He was in fairly good spirits on his way to the Shrieking Shack, and he completely forgotten about Severus and his meeting.

The moon came up at about 8 o' clock that night. Remus sat, arms around his legs in the corner, bracing himself for what was to come. He didn't welcome it, nor embrace it, but it was something that had to happen. He cringed as he felt that churning in the pit of his stomach that often begun his transformation. He winced as his bones starting to rearrange themselves into the structure of the wolf, and as small hairs sprouted from his skin, as his fingernails grew into long claws.

James, Peter, and Sirius also had changed into their forms when they noticed Remus beginning to change. Then they saw someone slide down the passageway from the Whomping Willow.

Then Sirius remembered. Severus. Severus was here. Severus was here because of him. Severus was here. With a very wolfy Remus.

Remus, or more, Remus the wolf eyed the human who had entered his den. He snarled and slowly approached him. He sensed that human Remus had a strong hatred for this human. Why not off him now and make the most of it? He took slow steps toward him.

Severus, being the imbecile that he was shouted, "Black! Come out Black! Where are you hiding?"

This caused the wolf to pounce. He sprung forward off of his hind legs toward the greasy haired, hooked nosed person before him. He opened his jaws in anticipation of flesh, but instead, was tackled by a large, scruffy, black dog.

Severus shouted again, "Come out Black! You wouldn't just leave these animals here to make do of me!"

Once Sirius thought Prongs had the wolf occupied in the corner he transformed back into his human form. However, the wolf was not subdued. He wanted to play. He reached out for the scruffy black dog's leg, but instead met human flesh.

"Shit!" Sirius cursed.

"Black, what's going on, this is madness! Are we going to fight or not?" Severus said as James in stag form butted Remus in the rear, steering him back off in that direction.

"Fine Severus. You still want to go through with this, even though there's an angry werewolf right here, who's almost torn off my leg, that's fine. So be it. No wands. Only fists. Those are the terms. Stick to them or you automatically forfeit," Sirius said.

Severus ran forward, he got the first punch in. Sirius however responded by giving him to blows to his glass jaw, which only angered Severus more. As Severus tried to pummel Sirius, Remus took notice. He wasn't happy that someone was toying with his friend. He jumped forward onto Severus, knocking him to the ground.

Sirius immediately transformed back into the dog and tackled the werewolf, to keep him from gnawing on bits of Severus. Remus however, had lost interest in playing with Sirius and he returned to Severus. James decided to intervene as Peter scurried off into a rat hole to hide. James pushed Remus back into a corner and held him there with his massive antlers and gave Sirius a look that clearly said, "Go!"

Sirius converted back into his human form, and slung a bloody, whimpering Severus's arm over his shoulder. He then crawled back up the tunnel, and walked back toward the castle, and into the infirmary.

Madame Pomfrey was surprised to see a Gryfinndor helping a Slytherin, but when she noticed how badly the boys were bleeding, she immediately forgot that thought.

"Lay down you two!" she said, scurrying about fixing up various potions.

"Madame Pomfrey, I really don't need anything, except maybe a bandage, or something," Sirius said, I'll be fine. It's…it's Severus you need to take care of."

"Well, if you wish Mr. Black," she replied, and her long slender fingers quickly wrapped some gauze around Sirius's calf. She put a sticking charm on the end of it, as well as a timer so that he would know when it would be alright for him to take off, "you may go then. Unless you'd like to tell me how you and Mr. Snape sustained these injuries?"

"I'd really rather not…" he said.

"Very well then, off you go. But you might want to consider brushing that werewolf hair off of your robes. People might suspect something," she said.