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Morgan: YES! YES! I'm BAAAACK!

Snape: And to think it only took you two whole years…

Morgan: Shut up! School has been a rather pain lately.

Snape: You passed with straight A's.

Morgan: Doesn't mean it was easy.

Snape: Yes, and now you start your freshmen year in high school. Now how long will it take you to write again? Senior year?

Morgan: ….shut up. Anyway, I'm finally on a writing streak again! Thanks to all those who kept reading and waiting! I hope it has been worth the wait! Other stories will hopefully have new chappies soon! Whee! Jumps up and down, hits head, and falls on floor, drooling

Snape: sigh Just please R/R, okay? Maybe then she'll chill out…

" SNAPE!" yelled James, rushing over to Severus, who eyes were widening.

But as James grabbed hold of his enemy, a large paw swung out, slashing Severus across the chest, and sending them both flying sideways. Severus let out what sounded like a pain filled scream. James, seeing that Severus was alive, leapt to his feet.

"Damn it!" snarled James, as the werewolf leapt out from the tree's roots. The animal's eye's where deep gold, with a mad bloodthirsty look in them. These where not his friend's eyes. "Expelliarmus!"

The spell shocked the animal just enough to where Sirius, in his great, bearlike, black dog form could throw the werewolf back into the tree. The two beasts snarled and locked jaws, until finally, Sirius overpowered the other, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, and threw him back under the tree. Sirius ran or his life as the Womping Willow came back to life. The dog rolled out from under a branch, landing in front of James. He turned normal. The two friends stared for a moment at each other, then to Severus.

Sitting on the ground, Severus' jaw was dropped, his black eyes staring at the massive tree. After watching the scene before him, he seemed to be in shock. But after a few seconds, he snapped out of it, clutching the injury to his chest. Three claw marks had dug straight into the skin, ignoring any clothing in the way. Severus yelped in pain, then began to whimper slightly. Nevertheless, he refused to cry in front of his enemies.

"Damn it, Snape, are you okay?" sighed James, walking over to the greasy haired boy.

"Y-Y-Yes…I'm fine." Muttered Severus, still nursing his wounds. "No! STOP! I don't need help!"

James had attempted to heal Severus with a healing charm he had learned from Remus. When he had begun healing, though, Severus had slapped the wand away.

"Fine!" snapped James, standing up. "Bleed to death, for all I care!"

"It would serve you right, too!" said Sirius, walking over to join the others. "You little sneak! I knew you where a pain in the arse, but not THIS bad!" he gestured to the tree.

"Me!" snarled Severus, trying to stand up, but failing. "You tricked me! You didn't tell me he would be right there!"

" Coming from the guy who threatened us all to find out what was going on!" Sirius snarled right back. " You had it coming!"

"Yeah, and you should be grateful that I have enough brains to know when a joke goes too far." Said James.

"Yeah!" said Sirius. "Wait…"

"Look Snape, I'm sorry you got hurt, but not sorry for anything else." Grumbled James. "We'll help you to the Hospital Wing, but that's as far as it goes. You can crawl into a bed."

Before Severus could snarl a retort back, a familiar voice spoke behind them.

"I doubt that will be necessary, boys." Said the calm voice of Professor Dumbledore behind them. They all whipped around. Dumbledore's voice was calm, but his eyes were full of worry and, perhaps, anger. Standing next to him was Peter.

"Wormtail!" whined Sirius. "You went and got Dumbledore?"

"Well…I was afraid something might happen…so…" whimpered Peter, looking at the grass. Sirius, James, and even Severus groaned. This would mean BIG trouble for them all. They sat in silence, waiting for the headmaster to speak.

" I would like all of us to take Severus to the Hospital Wing. Then I would like a talk with you two," Dumbledore waved his hand at James and Sirius who flinched. "Meanwhile, Peter, you may go back to your dormitory, and stay until I say otherwise. Shall I lead the way?"

They nodded and began to follow, Peter and James helping Severus stand and walk. Then Sirius remembered something.

"P-Professor?" questioned the animagus. Dumbledore inclined his head toward him, indicating that he was listening. "What about Remus? W-We bring him fresh clothes in the morning and…" but he was cut short.

" Remus shall be fine." Said Dumbledore. " I have left a note telling him to wait a while longer. He will understand." He waved his wand, and a note appeared, pinned to the edge of the tree. The tree flinched as if to say, "Ouch!".

Not believing this, but not wanting to argue, Sirius nodded. Moony hated that place. He was sure to be angry.

The group finally reached the Hospital Wing. Dumbledore was talking to Madame Pomfrey, who looked shocked at the information she was getting. Sirius and James reluctantly helped Severus into a bed. Severus muttered a thanks, and then a 'get away'.

"Whatever." Snapped James, storming away.

"See ya, Snivellus." Smirked Sirius, following his friend.

Severus snarled a few insults their way, before Dumbledore interrupted him. The man looked tired, and slightly disappointed.

"Severus…" Said Dumbledore, his eyes boring into Severus', "Do not think I do not wish to talk to you too. I shall see you tomorrow." With that, the Headmaster turned and walked away, ushering Sirius and James down the hallway.

Madame Pomfrey rushed over and began healing Severus' wounds. He remained quite still, eyes narrowed, glaring at the door. He didn't even flinch or scream when Madame Pomfrey removed his shirt, (a/n: Morgan: swoon ) even though he hated his chest being bare for all to see. All that was on his mind was James. James Potter.

That git! Severus snarled in his thoughts. Why didn't he just let me die? It would have been better than this!

Why was Severus so angry, even though his life had just been saved? He now OWED James. James, of all people. Life was sure to be hell from now on. At least, more than it already was.

Womping Willow

Remus woke suddenly, the morning sun somehow creeping in. He sat up, yawning and stretching. He looked around. None of his friends were there. They always came in the morning, to help Remus with fresh clothes, and to make him laugh. Where were they?

"Perhaps…" pondered Remus, "Perhaps, they stayed so long at detention, they slept in. Yeah, that's it! They slept in!" Remus continued to reassure himself this, until he smelled it. BLOOD.

Looking around in horror, Remus tried to find the source. Stopping dead, he realized it was coming from him.

"Please let me have bitten myself…" whimpered Remus.

Alas, he had not. His hand and arm were covered in blood. And it wasn't his.

Morgan: Bwahahaha! I did it! I finally finished a new chapter! Go ME!

Snape: looking up from reading oh, you woke up?

Morgan: Yes! Oh I'm so happy! Please review my story and make me happier! Criticism is taken well, for I only burn my victims. grin

Snape: Why did you swoon when my shirt came off?

Morgan: For my own and obvious reasons! Good day everyone! Or night…oh whatever! REVIEW PLEASE!