AN: Here we are, another chapter.

Contest: I've decided that all the reviewers that guess correctly will get a chapter dedicated to them. Depending on how many people get it right everyone may get a chapter themselves, or I may dedicate one chapter to everyone. Either way, your names will be posted. However, the first person to guess correctly still gets a fic. So, if someone has already guessed your disease still guess, because you may get a chapter dedicated to you. So be on the look out for clues!

It had been a month since James had first set foot inside Hogwarts. Slowly but surely, he had made friends with Sirius and Remus, though he was not as close to them as they were to each other. Sirius never let Remus out of his sight, and there were good reasons too, as James had found. Remus got exhausted quickly, and would occasionally suffer memory lapses. James still didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't intend to ask. He would rather wait for them to tell him. He didn't believe it was right of him to ask such a personal question. Besides, Sirius seemed stressed enough without James asking him what was wrong with his friend.

At the moment, Remus was seated at the desk in his and Sirius's room. His parents didn't mind their relationship; in fact they encouraged it. They believed that the love Remus received from Sirius, was good for their son, and helped him through his illness. Besides, Remus's parents felt they had no right to judge who their son was in love with. Despite being born in the '40s, Remus's parents were hippies. They identified with most of the beliefs of the flower children, and thus had joined them, though they stayed away from the drugs that many hippies were on. After all, they had a sick child to care for.

The ill boy was currently hunched over a piece of paper on the desk. He was writing carefully on the piece of paper, considering each line he wrote carefully before transcribing it from his mind to the paper. Occasionally he would cross out a line, replacing it with something he thought expressed his thoughts better.

"Remus, what are you doing?" Sirius asked as he approached the boy from behind. He had just finished up his shower and was dressed flannel pajama bottoms, and a white undershirt. Remus smiled at Sirius, assuring him with this simple gesture.

"Nothing, just some homework."

Sirius frowned. That was rather un Remus-like. He always did his homework way ahead of time.

"I thought you finished your homework already. Besides, you shouldn't be up so late working on it. You know the teachers won't hold it against you if you don't finish all your homework, you've been excused from it all."

Remus diverted his eyes nervously.

"Well, it's rather important."

Sirius looked over at the piece of paper. Remus sighed, but made no attempt to stop him.

"Remus, this isn't homework."

Remus sighed and shook his head.

"No, it isn't. It's my will. I just didn't want to upset you."

Sirius looked at Remus, a confused look covering his face.

"I thought that your will was already settled. Didn't you do that a few months ago?"

"Yeah, but this is different. It's a living will. This tells what I want done with me in case I'm no longer able to make decisions. It dictates who is responsible for making choices for me if I lose my mental capability. The doctor said that it's possible that that may happen, especially since I already have memory lapses, and I want to be prepared. I would like you and my parents to have an equal say. I trust you just as much as them to take care of me, but under normal law, they would be the ones to make the decisions."

Sirius bit his bottom lip, and his eyes watered a bit.

"Do you have to do it now?"

"Yes, you never know what will happen. My death is inevitable, but I want to go my own way."

Sirius gave a wan smile and nodded.

"Just come to bed though. You know you need all the sleep you can get."

Remus nodded, and climbed into their bed, where Sirius was already seated. He took a seat between Sirius's spread legs, and leaned back onto Sirius's chest. Sirius pushed him off. The ill boy whimpered a bit, but promptly stopped when Sirius began to massage his back.

"Mmm… that feels good Siri."

Sirius chuckled and kissed the back of the other boy's head.

"It also helps with your circulation. Just an added bonus, you know."

This continued on for a while, only stopping because Sirius caught Remus yawning. He chuckled and pulled both himself and his boyfriend under the cover. He wrapped his arms around Remus's midsection, kissing the boys neck before they both slipped off into the land of dreams, where everything was right with the world.

AN: I tried to put as many clues as I could in this chapter. I may reveal the illness in the next chapter, so I would guess now. Well, the next chapter or the one after that. Everything I have described is an actual symptom of this disease; I did research. So review! NOW!