Hey guys! I'm so sorry for such a long wait, but school started and I've been SOOOOO busy!!! I expect you can't wait for the next chapter (yeah right!!!) so here goes:

That night I dreamed of a werewolf chasing me as I ran, screaming bloody murder, through the forest. All of a sudden, a dazzling stag blocked the branch-littered path, and I knew I was safe. The stag came closer, and as I reached to touch it, it reared onto its hind legs and came thundering down to earth on me, crushing me, covering me with dirt, leaves, the pain, oh, the pain. I was thrashing, yelling insanely, kicking....

"Help me! I'm dying! Someone! Help!"

But then, I wasn't hurting anymore. Hooves weren't trampling me. I felt warm, cuddled. I stopped kicking around and opened my eyes.

"Lily, what's wrong?" Deep hazel, gleaming, gorgeous eyes looked into my emeraled ones, and I felt love in that moment.

I looked around me; I had been running to James's room, not through "the forest."

"Oh, just a nightmare... a werewolf was chasing me and oh, speaking of werewolves, I know Remus is one."

"Ah. I see," said James blankly. "Do you want to discuss this tomorrow with the guys or now?"

"Well, now is..." - I glanced at my watch - "5:57 AM."

"Remus will be gone all today in the hospital wing; we best not disturb him," said James. "But Sirius'll be waking up in a half hour, more or less. I say we go pay him back for all the times he woke me up so early."

"Excellent," I replied. "Let me just slip on my nightgown."

James looked down. We hadn't noticed each others' apparel- James in boxers and a muscle shirt (arms sexy sexy sexy muscles) and I in a simple white cotton nightshirt (not sexy, I know, but it serves the purpose and it was on top in my drawer. It's actually almost see-through, and I wasn't wearing anything underneath!).

We both blushed and looked up.

"I rather enjoy seeing you in evening attire," said James gentleman-ly.

"Oh shut up," I answered, turning to go grab my robe.

He pinched my butt right there!

"James Potter!" I shrieked. "Asshole!"

"And proudly, to boot." He chuckled to himself, trodding back into his room.

I sighed and grabbed a crimson silk robe off of the clothes hook on the back of my door and slipped on some fuzzy scarlet slippers.

I skipped merrily to the Gryffindor tower arm-in-arm with James (well, he kind of jogged along; I highly doub, as a guy, that he would want "to skip").

I creaked open the dor to find only curtains drawn around two of the beds- Sirius' and Peter's, the latter lying on his stomach with a spot of drool on his pillow (I saw after pulling away the curtain). Frank Longbottom, obviously, was gone because he was an early riser who studied in the library at the crack of dawn. I don't get the point of that. He still doesn't make good grades. Whatever.

James and I tiptoped to Sirius' four-post.

"You look," I whispered. "What if he slept in the nude?"

"Oh thanks, kill me," said James sarcastically.

He peered in and went, "Eeeew."

"See?" I said. "Now what if I'd have looked?"

"You'd have seen Kemmy in there, too."

I gasped. "Is she wearing anything?"

"I don't know; she's under the sheets."

"Let's go," I said. "Before they wake up."

"Too late," he said.

We heard stirring behind the hangings.

James and I quickly and silently ran to the nearest place to hide- the shower. I silently closed the door in front of us and listened.

"Good morning, sunshine!" yawned Sirius.

Kemmy yawned back in response.

"You silly goose," said Sirius with a lisp. "You fell asleep here last night!"

"It's not my fault you're so good," giggled Kemmy.

"You're even better," giggled back Sirius in a girlie voice.

"I love you, Sirius," laughed Kemmy.

"Love you too, baby."

Silence then. Assumed making out. Some moans.

"Eeeew... I do not want to be here!" I whispered to James in a whiny voice.

"Like I do?" he said. "They're gonna wake up Peter!"

Kemmy was probably thinking along the same lines.

"Sirius!" she squealed. "Stop! That tickles! We're gonna wake up Peter. And I have to go shower and get my stuff."

"Shower with me!" suggested Sirius (James and I held our breath).

"I'd love to, but I really have to go," said Kemmy (big sigh).

"Fine, fine," mumbled Sirius. "See you at breakfast."

We heard Kemmy's footsteps down the stairs, followed by Sirius talking to himself.

"Well, I'll say... Goodness, that girl is something. Don't you think, Sirius? Yes, I do think. Maybe I should take a shower too. Yeah. That's a good idea. Then I shall go see what Jamesie and Tiger Lily are up to."

Footsteps approached and Sirius flung open the shower door.

All three of us screamed (well, I screamed. Boys don't scream. They just both said, "Holy fuck.").

Then we all started laughing hysterically. James and I clambered out of the shower wiping our eyes.

"Didn't have enough water or what?" smiled Sirius.

"No," I explained. "James and I came to talk to you, but Kemmy was there and you were waking up, so we had to hide!"

Sirius laughed. "You guys are something. What are we talking about?"

"Well, don't you have to take a shower first?" I asked.

"I guess... I'll be out in five minutes; we'll have enough time to talk." He glanced at his watch. "Damn! Couldn't you have had the decency to come a little bit later? I mean, it's 6:25! Breakfast is in one whole hour!"

"Payback time, baby," grinned James.

"Let's go, James," I said. "Sirius, we'll go get dressed and be right back in about ten minutes."

"Black, are you showering?" came the sleepy voice of Peter Pettigrew.

"No, Pettigrew, I'm just going to take off my clothes and sit under the water," answered Sirius caustically.

"Well hurry up," urged Peter. "Who's here?"

"Lily and James Pot- I mean, she's Evans..."

"Oh. Why the hell are they here, let alone this early?"

"Because Lily only saw us at the Whomping Willow yesterday telling her that Remus was a werewolf," Sirius stated the obvious. "I'm guessing she's after some sort of explanation."

"Eh..." said Peter. "Whatever. Just hurry."

Ten minutes later, Sirius was towelling his black hair on his bed while James and I sat on Remus' bed.

"Well, just to jump right into it, I'll explain," said James. "When Remus was five years old, he was playing in the woods in his neighborhood, a place that his mother had told him was dangerous. But of course, he didn't believe her. He stayed out too late on a full moon one night, and, well I bet you can guess that he was bit by a werewolf. He had to stay at St. Mungo's for a while, to heal the cut and all that great stuff, but now he's just a werewolf, I guess."

"That is so sad," I said quietly.

"Yup it is," said Sirius. "So on full moon every month, Peter transforms into a rat so he can slip between the Whomping Willow's branches and freeze the tree by pressing a knob, while James and I go in there with Remus during his transformation. The tunnel under the tree leads to the Shrieking Shack. See, he doesn't attack other animals, so James and I are safe as long as we stay as a dog and a stag. We just get him settled and get back to bed and then classes the next day."

"So then the next morning, Remus goes up to the hospital wing by himself and stays there until he feels a bit better and looks a little less pale?"

"Yeah, pretty much. We've been Animagi since fifth year. Before that, Remus hadn't even told us. He and Madam Crap would go to the tree, she'd perform a spell that freezes it, and he'd go in. You know, that tunnel was built for him. But after fifth year, he convinced her that he knew the charm now, and so she didn't go anymore. That's when we finally could go with him," said James.

"I can't wait to help too. When I'm a tiger," I said eagerly. "When can we start? I feel so bad for Remus that I want to help right away!"

"Well, tomorrow's Saturday... I guess we have free time to start then..." said James. "We'll see."

Then Peter ambled out of the shower with a towel tied around his waist, several flabs of fat hanging around his stomach.

He stopped in front of us three and said, as though he were embarassed, "Can I apologize?"

Sirius, James, and I looked at each other in disbelief. Should we trust him? Was he really sorry?

"I really want to say sorry because I was just not for trusting Lily because I was jealous because I never had a girlfriend and it's just so horrible being fat and ugly and I hang around you guys because you made me feel better and popular," he mumbled, without taking his eyes off the floor.

I looked at this kid and really felt sorry for him for once in my life. He was always in the shadows of the three greater Maurauders. He must have felt left out. I mean, hell, he was stupid, fat, ugly, everything he said.

Sometimes I do random acts of kindness, and I guess this was one of them. "Well, Sirius and James, I think that I might want to give him another chance," I said.

"Um... well, Sirius, what do you think?" asked James.

"Eh... one more chance, Pettigrew. Screw it up and you will never, and I repeat never be our friend anymore. Got it?"

"Thank you!" squeaked Peter, sounded quite like a rat right there.

"Wow, I never knew someone wanted to be my friend so much," smiled Sirius.

"Come on, everyone, let's go to breakfast!" I announced in a cheerful mood.

Today was starting out well.

Well, I'm not sure if it was all that good for making you wait that long, but really, it was an important chapter. They had to get Peter back to trust him for being their Secret Keeper later. Yeah to it was significant. I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter up; I'm not even sure what the hell I'm going to write! I think, to allow me time, it'll be up within 3 weeks. But, it could be sooner (like 1 week!!) if I'm motivated by your reviews!! So press that little button down there and do your thang!!! lol thanks a lot!!

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