"I trust you learnt a lot this month?" Dumbledore asked.

James was once again in Dumbledore's office, his mind more occupied with his nightmare from the previous night than anything Dumbledore had to say. It had seemed so real to him, he felt like he had felt everything he should have but then he had woken up, and not even in the hospital wing, with not even a scratch on him. He had thought about everything that had happened and he'd reached only one conclusion; Remus was a werewolf. He shuddered as he thought of this again but, on realising he had been spoken to, followed it with a numb nod.

"That's good to hear," Dumbledore continued easily. "Because you could have spent another couple of months in there. How many times was it you were in contact with Mr Black?"

James' attention snapped back immediately. "How do you mean sir?" He asked as innocently as he could, which considering he was as guilty as sin, was very innocently.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "I do believe the two of you are in possession of a two-way mirror. Now, I do not intend to confiscate such items, on the contrary I find them to be extremely useful objects. However, you did break the terms of your suspension and as such must be punished. I think one week worth of detention should do it."

The relief James must have been evident as the professor laughed. "Well I do think this school could do with some livening up after a month of no pranks in respect to you." Dumbledore's mouth twitched as he looked around the room warily. Seemingly satisfied he spoke again. "Don't tell Professor McGonagall I'm letting you off so easily though, eh? She can be very scary when she wants to be…Not unlike a Hungarian Horntail."

James laughed and grinned at his headmaster. "No sir and thank you."

Dumbledore nodded gently. "Just try not to do it again, okay?"

James nodded in agreement.

"Well then, I think that is it, unless you have anything to ask?"

James thought for about asking about Remus or his dream but didn't know how so just shook his head. "No sir."

Dumbledore nodded once more, his eyes twinkling as though he understood. "Very well Mr Potter, you may go."

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"Remus!" Lily's voice sounded down the corridor, followed almost immediately by her running steps.

Remus stopped and, though groaning inwardly, turned to smile at his friend. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her, it was more a case of he didn't want her to see him. Not now anyway. He didn't like people seeing him on the days surrounding the full moon but he especially didn't like Lily seeing him. She was the only friend he had that knew his secret and she still stuck around, and because of that he cared deeply for her. The sight of him now was too much for him to handle some days; he couldn't bear to see her reaction too.

To his great surprise she didn't flinch or gasp or run away, she hugged him and said "Welcome back" as though he had just been on holiday.

Stepping back from him she blushed slightly, he couldn't help but smile.

"So I was wondering?" She began, getting his interest. "I passed Herbology last year, Lepton was so happy and I couldn't have done it without your help."

Remus kept his face and body language neutral but inside he was bursting at the sight of her dazzling smile.

"So, could you tutor me again this year? I mean obviously we would time it around your absences, and it would only be for stuff I was really struggling with, but you would really be helping me out."

Even without his sharpened senses Remus would have been able to detect the plea in her voice, and how could you ignore that? "Sure little flower, we'll sort something out later, okay? I just need to catch up with James right now."

James, who Remus had just seen, had been headed that way. He had looked up and met his eyes before turning a pale white and backtracking on himself and round a corner.

"Potter?" Lily asked him sadly. "His month's over already?"

"Yeah, looks like. Look, I really have to go, I'll see you later though, okay?"

He was already sprinting down the corridor and so barely heard Lily's strangled cry of frustration.

James didn't stop when Remus called him, didn't even look back, much to Remus' annoyance. Just as he was in reaching distance, James disappeared through a door, causing Remus' hand to clutch at empty air.

Getting more and more annoyed at his friends' odd behaviour, Remus followed him through the door. He was sure James knew it was him, why else would he have turned back around? But then, if he knew it was him the same question was still brought up because surely he would want to see his friends? As he contemplated this, Remus paid no attention to his surroundings, concentrating only on his thoughts and finding James.

And there he was between two bookcases looking intently at the titles on the top shelf.

"James what are you…" A thought hit Remus. Bookshelves, books, James Potter was in the library! Remus' question remained half asked as he concluded with another. "Doing here?"

James looked at him uncomfortably. "I'm looking at books," he stated obviously as he tried to hide a book but to no avail.

"Well obviously, what I mean is-" Remus was cut off as James hastily put the book back; knocking it and several others off the shelf.

"Er, I have to go. You can pick those up for me, can't you? Thanks, you're a pal." James asked and answered before Remus had chance.

Sighing but picking up the books Remus caught sight of a title that didn't fit with the other. Werewolves of lore and today: A most Accurate Compendium. Chills ran through him as he realised what this could mean.

Sappjody I do have another couple of stories lined up; I don't know when I'll get around to putting it up though.

Marauders-Wzrd10 This is only a short chapter, but it goes some way to explaining the last one. I'm in England so I go to the 6th form of my high school. I could have gone to proper college, but I'm glad I didn't 'cos loads of people have come back 'cos they didn't like it! And no one really finds school fun, not until they've left anyway!