AN: My lovely little update. Ahhhhh. This story won't have a Peter or a Severus, unless I find a way to put them in. No Voldemort either.

Challenge: The first person that can identify Remus's illness will get a story dedicated to them. They get to choose the pairing and the plot of the story, or requirements, unless they don't want to. By the way, I don't do R ratings. One guess per a person. You have to have an account at otherwise people can guess multiple times under different names. There will be clues throughout the story, but remember that Sirius is overprotective of Remus, and may not allow him to do things that he can do, or may treat him as if he's sicker than he really is. I'll announce when the contest is over, but I won't say who won until I get to the chapter where we find out what Remus has. Oh, and remember, this has no magic, so it is not a magical sickness. Good Luck!

Lunchtime came, and James was at a loss. He scanned the lunchroom for an empty table, but none were found. Though, he had a feeling that even if a table had been free, it would've been reserved. This school was just like his old one. It may be weird, but it still had the normal cliques found in every school.

James could identify them all. There were the popular kids, the ones with the letter jackets and girls in skanky outfits hanging all over the guys; and some other girls too. Then there were nerds, or the kids sitting with their textbooks open discussing the latest developments at NASA. Then there were the hippies/druggies, because not all druggies were hippies, and not all hippies were druggies, but enough of them were both, so they all sat together. There were the drama kids, who were all in flowing dramatic clothing quoting Shakespeare. And of course, we can't forget the Goths, who were all in black talking about how depressing life was. There were also the tables of people who didn't really go anywhere, but had enough friends that they could get themselves a table. James scanned the table for a familiar face, anyone he could sit with. He didn't fancy eating in the bathroom, which was the only other place he could think of.

Just as he was about to head towards the men's room, a small table in the corner caught his eyes. There were only two occupants at the table, one in black and one in beige. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, as he had found their names to be.

They didn't appear to be the most welcoming pair, however James was running out of options. He decided to approach.

"May I please sit here?"

The boy named Sirius raised his head and peered at James appraisingly. His eyes had a cold glint in them and James was sure he was going to be turned away, when the other boy spoke.

"Yes, you may. My name's Remus Lupin, and this is Sirius Black."

Sirius scowled, but he didn't say a word against his friend.

They ate in awkward silence, only interrupted by the occasional angry glares from Sirius, and consequently the kick in the shins from Remus, making the boy in black yelp. However, just as James was beginning to think the bathroom was a good idea, his angel arrived.

"Hi, um James, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to eat lunch with me. I mean, we'd have to eat outside and all, since all the tables are full here, and it is rather windy, but I was just wondering." The girl finished with a nervous blush and a hopeful look in her eyes. James couldn't have said no if he tried.

"Wait, Lily!" Remus interrupted. "You know, you can sit with us. I mean, well, the weather really is terrible."

Lily looked rather surprised. Her eyes widened a bit, but she sat down anyways.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just you two always sit alone, and I didn't want to intrude or anything." Lily blushed even more, and looked down towards her shoes.

"No, really, it's alright Lily." Remus assured her. "I understand, that we've always been private people, but I think we need to make friends with people besides each other."

Sirius glowered at the last comment, but stopped his childish behavior when Remus sent a withering look towards him.

The four students began to talk about the school, mostly to help James out. They told him what teachers to avoid, as well as which students were friendly, and which weren't.

After about fifteen minutes, Remus used a napkin to wipe his face, where some food had gotten on his cheek. He glanced at the napkin, and quickly stuffed it into his bag. He rose from the table, walking away, turning his head to tell them his destination.

"I'm heading to the bathroom, I'll be back soon."

He continued to the door of the lunchroom, pausing as Sirius ran after him. Sirius turned to speak to James and Lily too.

"I'm going to go with. Hold down the fort!"

The two then turned the corner, and headed out of sight. James quirked an eyebrow at the odd behavior, but said nothing. After all, this gave him time with Lily.

"Those two are rather odd aren't they?" he asked her.

She nodded her agreement.

"Yea, they spend almost all their time together. Nobody really knows much about them. They've been best friends ever since they started at Hogwarts, and ever since they've been inseparable. They barely even talk to other people."

James raised his eyebrows. This was definitely interesting.

"So, do you know anything about them?"

Lily smiled, and James inhaled sharply. Her smile made her face even more beautiful than before. Which was definitely a tough feat.

"Someone's curious. All I know is that they're really close. Sirius lives with Remus and his parents. Apparently he left home, and never went back. I only know this because Sirius's little brother Regulus always goes on about how Sirius betrayed their family. Well, I also know that Remus is ill."

"Yeah, I was wondering about that. He looks pretty sickly."

Lily nodded, a grave look on her face.

"No one knows what's wrong with him, except Sirius, but it's pretty nasty. He's always been rather ill, but it's gotten worse over the years. He's not even allowed to participate in P.E. anymore. And Sirius is always worried sick. He's always treating Remus like a cripple. As far as I can tell it annoys Remus, I don't think he's really that ill. I mean, Sirius carries his books to his classes, which is rather extreme. But he's still pretty weak."
"Hmmm…" James pondered. There was something up with these two, and he wanted to know what it was.

Remus was currently in the bathroom, standing in front of a mirror. He checked that no one but Sirius was present and pulled a small tube from his pocket. He began to apply concealer to his face and a little to his arms, while listening to Sirius rant.

"I know what you meant, when you said we needed more friends. You meant that I would, in case you die."
Remus shook his head sadly.

"When I die Sirius, when I die. Look, I don't like this anymore than you do. But I've accepted it, and you need to too. I'm not going to be around much longer, and I want to make sure you have people looking out for you when I'm gone. To keep you from doing something stupid."

Sirius's arms encircled him around the waist. He turned around and met the pale blue eyes with his amber ones. He softly kissed Sirius's lips, and looked into his eyes again, while putting his arms around Sirius's neck.

"I don't want to lose you Remy."

Remus sighed softly.

"I don't want to lose you either, but it's inevitable. I'll wait for you when I pass, I promise. Just don't do something stupid. Promise?"

"Promise."

AN: Well review, and guess about my contest. Go, now! What are you waiting for?

I don't know what it's called in England, but in America P.E. is physical education, or gym. Basically the class you play games in and run around in.