Llef ylil yhw -By Yo-yo

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A/N: Here's the next part, so R&R Please, and "Pretty Eyez" is really Hot!

Chapter 8- Full Moon:

When they'd first snuck down to the Shrieking Shack at twilight it hadn't seemed any different than any other night the Marauders snuck from the grand castle, past the Whomping Willow and through the long passageway towards the Shrieking Shack.

It wasn't until half an hour after Moony had transformed when things began getting scary.

That was when they finally entered the Shrieking Shack after him, the still air being pierced by his excruciating cries. They rushed to the door of the room where he usually changed, their hearts racing as they imaged every possible situation that could cause him to screech so, their hearts heavy with fear. Then suddenly . . .

Everything was quiet.

There were no more screams. No more sounds of scratching. No more heavy breaths, except the ones escaping their own lips. No more of anything. Instead, they realized that they feared the silence a lot more than the racket.

As if inspired by a crackle of lightening, all three Marauders burst into action, and began trying to break down the magically shut door. With the combined force of their three strong shoulders, they finally managed to rip it from its lock and break the spell.

The castle was still, frozen cold as if omitting them entrance thorough the deserted halls. The cold air pressed down on her chest, restricting her breathing so her breaths came out short and labored.

The only sound came from their muffled footsteps and a weary wind echoing from remote parts of the castle.

"Potter!" Lily hissed, following his silhouette as he flew down the stairs and through passages she'd never known existed (pretty sure that very little knew they existed also). He ducked underneath tapestries, jumped onto invisible staircases and through hidden doors. She tried to remember each turn, each secret passageway, each animated object and each curve, but soon found her brain jumbled with information that in seconds became trivial.

"Keep up Evans!" Potter groaned, taking a hold of her hand and pulling her through a large tapestry.

"Where are you taking me?"

And suddenly, they were outside the castle.

"How'd you do that?" she gasped, facing the Grand Entrance, the only entryway she'd known.

"Remus is in trouble." He managed, dashing for the Whomping Willow, her hand still in his.

"What happened?" she gasped as they scurried beneath the frozen limbs of the beautiful tree and entered the long passageway that inevitably led into the Shrieking Shack where the boys usually spent the nights of the full moon.

"I don't know, he just freaked out." He explained, progressing down the impenetrable darkness.

"What do you mean 'freaked out'?" she said, slowly narrowing her eyes in the darkness.

"I don't know what exactly happened, but one moment he's all fine and dandy, and the next he's banging into the door as if being thrown into it by some spirit. It was sickening, the thud we heard and the noises he made. He was howling, like a sick animal, singing a song of their demise.

"I didn't know who else to call. Madame Pomphrey doesn't know about us and neither does Dumbledore. And we're not supposed to know about the lycanthropy either. Plus, you're good at this stuff. You plan on being a healer, right? We need your help."

She stopped abruptly, letting her hand fall from his and absorbed the information. In a moment she was yelling:

"No way! There is no way in bloody hell I can do this! I don't even know where to start! I can't even tell the difference between Millsap and Mayhem!"

"Millsap is a powerful sedative and Mayhem is short for Mischievous Mayhem which is added to potions to make someone either mischievous or more outgoing. And you can't chicken out, Lil. Remus is your friend- one of your best- and he really needs you."

"I don't-"

"Sure you do," she said taking her hand again and tugging her forward, "You've done it a million times. Just see him."

Sighing, she hurried into the entrance, pulling on her jacket.

When they entered the Shrieking Shack, they found Sirius and Peter in human form, sitting on the large, overstuffed couch in the main room. Both of their eyes were trained on the door to Remus's transformation room, completely ignoring their surroundings.

"What happened?" James asked, disrupting the stillness, causing the boys to start.

"Nothing," Pete whispered, his eyes skittered over to the closed door that was ominously silent.

"Its scary man," Sirius breathed, fear clouding his beautiful eyes. "He hasn't moved for like 15 minutes."

"C'mon," James said bravely, mentally building courage. "Alohomora," he breathed, and the door clicked open.

Their eyes fell on the solitary figure lying on the floor, the frown lines on their foreheads deepened. Before anyone could say anything, Lily broke from James's steel grip and flung her self beside Remus on the floor.

"Remus, wake up!" she cried, tears tumbling down her cheeks as she leaned over him, gently caressing his beautiful face.

He was curled into a tight ball, like yarn, his limbs enfolded one another, as if his body never ended, just flowing into the next extremity. His skin was almost a transparent white with angry scratches, bites and gashes glowing brilliant red all over his skin. His beautiful features were contorted into the most painful expression she'd ever seen, his lips molded into a frown so deep that it seemed etched in his countenance. He reminded her of a newborn, the way he curled in the fetal position, his body free from adornment and his -

"Can't you get him some clothes?" she barked, her cheeks burning.

She could hear scuttling behind her as she stripped off her hoodie and wrapped it around his waist.

Grabbing her wand from her pocket, she conjured a small basin of warm water with a washcloth. Not even thinking about the boys behind her, she began to gently clean his wounds.

"Do you need help?" James asked, watching her in awe.

The way that she leaned over him, her thoughts completely determined to help him. He watched the way that she looked at Remus. It was like a sister caring for her little brother, trying to make the pain go away from a scraped knee. She slowly glided the cloth over his skin, careful to not actually touch his wounds. She was attentive to his tense boy, mentally remember each reason he'd flinched and hissed, careful to not repeat that action.

She blinked up at him for a moment, as if forgetting who he was, then after letting his face register, she let a small smirk appear on her lips.

"Yeah."

Turning away from Remus for a bit, she conjured a piece of parchment and began to scribble a few words. Within moments she handed a list to Sirius and said,

"Here, can you get these from Madame Pomphrey's office? And some fresh wrappings please?"

"Sure," Sirius breathed, pocketing the list and grabbing James's Invisibility Cloak.

"Sirius wait," James called, jogging over to his best friend before mumbling a few things in his ear and turning back to Lily.

When Sirius and Peter left, James took a seat beside Lily and watched her for a few moments, letting her grace slowly hypnotize him.

Suddenly a chuckle escaped his lips, causing her to start.

"What?" she asked with a small smile, his infecting her.

"You sleep in boys' knickers?"

She ducked her head and blushed prettily.

"You only have a sister, so why do you sleep in boys' knickers?" a few moments of silence and another chuckle escaped his lips along with the word: Spiderman.

"Douggie," she shrugged simply, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Who's Douggie?"

Her beautiful eyes lit up when the words left his lips. Before he knew it she was rambling away most animatedly.

" . . . he lives across the street. He moved in when we were little and he's the only person that Tuny and I seem to agree is the best. He was my best friend in grade school. He's the only Muggle that knows about Hogwarts; he was there when I received my letter. I miss him."

"Do you like him?" he asked, his emotions guarded.

"I use to," she sighed with a wistful smile tugging at her lips, "but that ship sailed when I realized what he'd known all along. We were too familiar with one another. We were too close, and just because we were attracted to one another didn't mean we should date. I mean, he was there for every important thing in my life. He was my first a lot of things. He was my first guy friend, my first Wet-Willy, my first cooties transmission, my first crush and the first guy I ever hit!"

"You mean I wasn't the first?" he gasped, feigning shock.

She grinned, thinking back to her Sweet 16 where she'd left him on the ground with a fat lip.

"Sorry Bub."

"Why'd you hit him?"

"One day he and the neighborhood boys were playing hockey- a Muggle game with a puck and sticks- and he wouldn't let me play. So I got upset and popped him one. He had a shiner for a whole week."

"Was he upset?"

"I think he got over it in like a day, I think he understood why I was upset with him. But Da handled it worse than the both of us. He was so torn when he found out. First of all he was upset that I couldn't control my temper and that I had hit a friend of the family. But he was also happy that I stood up for myself and wouldn't let a boy deter me."

"So why is it that you wear boys' knickers to bed?"

"When we used to sleep over at his house we never brought overnight clothes so his mom used to give us one of his undershirts and a pair of his knickers, I just got used to them." she shrugged. "They're comfortable."

"So, you said he was your first everything, but you didn't say kiss. So who was your first kiss?" he grinned.

Remus began to groan and Lily thanked the heavens.

"Hey," she smiled when Moony opened his eyes, leaning over him and brushing his short hair from his forehead.

"Lil-" he coughed, his brown eyes peering into her kind face.

"You've been scaring the crap out of us, " she smiled, tears obscuring her vision. "Don't you ever do that again."

"Did I bite someone?" he gasped, his every skittering over her exposed arms.

"No," James spoke up, a grin to his face. "Although I'm pretty sure Lil is going to bite you in the morning for disrupting her beauty sleep."

"No I wo-," she scolded then remembered herself, "yes I will. You better be happy I didn't bite you tonight, you know how much I hate being woken up."

"Especially by this bloke," Moony's chuckle resonated from his throat like a rusty pipe. Then suddenly, his face twitched in pain as his body spasmed excruciatingly.

"Don't worry," Lily smiled, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Padfoot and Wormy are going to get some medicines, then you'll go to sleep and wake up good as new."

"Tell them to hurry!" Remus groaned, pressing his forehead to the floorboards and gritting his teeth.

"Did someone say hurry!" a voice announced in thin air, and with the whoosh of the cloak, Sirius and Peter appeared inside the room carrying a parcel of potions and a mug of something steaming.

"Chocolate!" she gasped, grabbing the mug from his hands and bring the ambrosia to her lips in pure content.

"Good going," Sirius mouthed to James before placing the parcel before her.

In moments she'd finished the chocolate and began placing various potions and concoctions to his wounds.

For the second time tonight she made the passage from the Whomping Willow to the Shrieking Shack, except this time she was going in the opposite direction.

Before her Remus lay on an invisible stretcher, levitating back to the castle where he would sleep in his own bed. A few steps behind Remus was where Sirius and Peter marched, engaged in a heated conversation about their favorite Quidditch team. And beside her stood James, locked in silence as he held her hand in his tightly.

When they finally reached Gryffindor's Common room, Sirius and Peter took Remus upstairs and got ready for bed while she sat on the edge of one of the many overstuffed couches.

James watched as she dug her elbows into her knees as she placed her head in her hands, burying her fingers in her hair.

"He's alright," he whispered, sitting beside her and placing an arm around her shoulder.

"I-," she sniffled. "I don't understand how you can do this once a month. Seeing him like that. Seeing him look so vulnerable, so scared, so . . . pathetic. I couldn't take it. It was so-"

"Intense," he offered.

"Yeah," she sniffled. "I'm so sad for him. It must be hell doing that once a month. I'm so-"

"Hey, he's alright. It scares us too, but he doesn't go through that every month. That was a first time for us. He's better when we're there. He was like that before we became Anamagi though."

The tears trailed tiny rivers down her face as she looked up into his eyes.

"Don't you get upset? Don't you hate it that he has to go through that? That all his life he's got to be alone just because of something he's cursed with, something he didn't even ask for? Don't you hate that he's never going to be normal, that he's never going to get all that he wants? That he'll never be completely happy?"

Brushing a few stray curls from her eyes, he gazed into them for a few moments before replying.

"It's not for me to get upset about. Sure I wish for things to be different, but they can't, and I can't get angry over them. He has to deal with it. in the end I'm not always going to be around, but he will be, and he's the one that's going to have to carry it."

"That didn't help," she bawled on his shoulder, just as a new wave of sorrow engulfed her.

"Shh," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, their gazes locking as he leaned forward again.

"James..." she breathed.

His lips had found that special spot. The part right below her ear that made her soft and pliant, that made her body mold into the position his body left on her.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her fingers tugged on the end of his shirt, while the other hand climbed up his back, pressing him closer to her.

His fingers undoing the zipper to her hoodie, pressing her further in to the cushions on the couch while she panted softly.

She was lost inside him, inside the feelings he invoked in her that look over her body, lighting her skin on fire. Her skin so sensitive that the feeling of his fingers on her brought shockwaves through her system, arching her back, pressing her teeth in his warm skin, grasping between his shoulder blades.

She was drowning in a sea of pleasure, moaning, grasping clenching and unclenching beneath him. A warmth she'd never felt beforebuilding within her. But it wasn't until his fingers grazed the inside of her shirt, right over her nipple that the realization shocked through her and she sat up, effectively throwing him off of her.

"What?" he cried from his place on the floor, his hands immediately flying to his hair.

"We can't do this," she jumped from her seat and turned her back to him, her body humming with heat.

"Lily, I-"

"I don't want to hear it Potter," she interrupted, "I'm going to bed and forgetting this ever happened."

And she dashed away to her dorm.

TBC. . .

A/N: hoped you liked it, now please review, Linda has been threatening me, so I did it, and I'm never going to a volleyball game again (unless Pretty Eyez, or one of my many husbands are there!)!

w/ luv, Yo-yo