Harry fitfully tossed and turned, his dreams haunted by werewolves and the ever familiar Department of Mysteries.
His eyes snapped open, the emerald of them almost glowing in the dark. His scar seared and his head pounded. A slight bruise was over his right eye from the night he had accused Remus of being a werewolf.
Sirius had lost it, and punched Harry. Remus and James tore him off of Harry, James looking thoroughly disgusted, Remus frightened, Peter nervous. Bitterly, Harry chuckled, breaking the silence that had only been filled by the soft, rhythmic breaths of the four Marauders. His eyes strayed to the grandfather clock between Sirius's and James's beds. 4:49 A.M.
Harry crawled out of bed, silently dressing and grabbing his bag. He was out the door by 5:15.
He walked silently on the grounds, lost in his thoughts until breakfast.
MEANWHILE...
Remus stretched and rose from his bed. He cast a glance at the clock. 6:15. The sun was just rising.
He stood next to his bed, his brain thinking about the night Harry had severed connections with the four. He always got up before everybody else and he went to bed later, Remus thought, looking at the empty bed where Harry had slept. The covers were wrinkled and the bed not made. Impulse took over and he made the bed, before turning to everybody else.
He walked around to every bed, rousing each occupant. Sirius absently asked for five more minutes, and James nearly fell out of bed. Peter got up in a fairly normal fashion. Unusual for him.
The four boys slowly dressed, still half asleep. Sirius and James looked over at the empty bed. James snorted.
"Doesn't want to talk to us," he said, before walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Remus had a faint scowl tracing his pale face.
"More like he doesn't want to face Sirius again, the way you tried to beat up on him," Remus said, pulling his black Hogwarts robes over his tee shirt and jeans. Sirius shrugged at Remus.
"He insulted you."
"You could've let me handle it!"
The two boys bickered until James said loudly that they should go, which distracted them long enough to stop fighting and walk down the stairs.
Harry absently walked into breakfast, nibbling on some toast before realizing that he really had no appetite. He stomach lurched as he recognized the four familiar voices behind him, but the feeling went away rather quickly.
The Marauders sat down. Sirius, James, and Peter took no notice of Harry, but Remus gave him a look that was almost pitying. A glimmer of hope rose in Harry's chest. Perhaps he could get them to look at him. It would be a nice change from the rather hostile feeling he had been recieving.
Just then, Harry's scar seared worse than ever. He bit his lip, trying not to scream in agony. Instead it came out as more of a whimper as he clutched his scar, his breathing becoming ragged. Harry jumped from his seat and ran out of the Great Hall, giving him many stares.
The four Marauders looked at Harry go.
"I think he has a secret he hasn't shared with us," Sirius said, with an arched brow.
Harry crouched in a chair by the smolder's of the last night's fire, his eyes sqeezed against the lingering pain and the quick sears that went through his forehead. Voldemort's obviously alive in this time, he thought to himself in between agonized gasps.
Just then, the Marauders walked in, feeling rather sorry for Harry and forgetting their anger for a couple of minutes. Harry's eyes flitted towards them. "Great!" he mumbled. "Just what I need."
Sirius sat in a seat across from him rather grudgingly. "What was with the whole thing in the Great Hall?"
Harry scowled prominently. "Why would you care?" he muttered, looking into the smoldering ruins of the once merry fire, feeling the same way.
James sighed heavily. "We're sorry we got angry at you the other night. If you tell us what was up in the Great Hall, we'll tell you about Remus. Deal?"
Harry sighed. He may already know about Remus, but he would rather the four admit it to him. "Okay, deal. I'll tell you in the dorm tonight," he said.
"Why tonight?" asked Peter, obviously interested.
The bell rang to signal classes. "That's why," Harry said, grabbing his bag and leaving the common room.
A/n: Heh heh. Sorry this took awile. Chapter 5 will be up soon, don't you worry. I'm already working on it. I was just going to put Chapter 5 in this chapter, but splitting it up made it easier on me. And shorter. Teehee. I hope you are liking the story so far. If you have any questions about the story, put them in your reviews and I'll try to clear it up in Chapter 5.