Title: Transforming Thoughts
Author Name: DarkForest214
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none really…
Summery: Another full moon, a difficult decision, a surprise answer. It's the Marauders at their best!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or Hogwarts School. I did not write this to try and make money. I am not stealing from JKR and the publishing companies and whatnot… I own nothing!
Author's Note: Since I have one wonderful reviewer I decided to be nice and post the second chapter. It's a short one, but there are some longer ones to come... Enjoy!

Chapter Two

A week passed with very few (major) incidences. Lily had gone to Professor McGonagall, but James and Sirius had managed to talk their way out of punishment again.

It was the evening before a full moon and James had decided to go out for a late night snack. Upon his return to the common room he wasn't surprised to find Remus still awake and working on homework.

"Why don't you go to bed, Remus," James said quietly as he crossed the common room.

"Can't," said Remus distractedly. "It's due soon…"

"Why don't you finish it in the morning then?" James insisted as he sat in an over stuffed armchair across from his friend. "You're going to need some sleep for tomorrow night," he added quietly.

Remus paused and glanced wearily out the window. With a sigh he turned away from the nearly full moon and returned his attention to his History of Magic essay. "I'm almost done," he muttered. "I'll be up soon."

"Don't worry, Padfoot, Wormtail and I will be there for you," said James as he stood and squeezed his friend's shoulder supportively.

"I thought you were mad at me and weren't going to risk your neck for me anymore," Remus said quietly, looking up at his friend's face for some sort of reaction.

"Oh, I didn't mean it, you know that… I'm here for you, and don't you forget it!" James said with a reassuring smile. "Just don't stay up too late or we'll have to send Peter down to get you," he added.

"Let poor Peter sleep. He had a lot to eat at dinner and needs some time to digest otherwise he'll be rather sluggish tomorrow," said Remus, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Isn't he always sluggish?" James teased.

"Goodnight Prongs…"

"Goodnight, Moony," James laughed as he climbed the stairs.

Returning his attention to his essay on werewolf persecution he reread his introductory paragraph:

'The Werewolf Persecutions of 1608 devastated the werewolf population. Werewolves went into hiding to protect not only themselves, but those that hunted them. Many wizards found this suspicious and began to hunt them down with renewed vigor. Even to this day werewolves live in fear. Regulations on them make it hard for them to lead normal lives. Most werewolves can't even receive a decent education, which makes it even more difficult for them to find a job and keep it. Unfortunately, this leads to a lifetime of poverty and possibly resorting to thievery to survive. This lifestyle only adds to the general dislike and fear of their kind.'

For some reason parts of the second to last sentence stayed in his mind. '…resorting to thievery to survive…'

"Not me," he said aloud with a sigh. He hoped that with his education at Hogwarts and top marks in all of his classes he would be able to make some sort of a living.
He stared bleary eyed at his essay, giving up with a sigh he rolled it up, stored it in his bag and staggered wearily off to bed. As he lay half awake in his four poster bed he tried not to think about what he would be going through this time tomorrow…

A/N: The usual deal. You R&R me, I'll R&R you...So keep 'em comin'!