Alright here, goes. I disclaim, etc. Harry Potter, the characters, the song Saturday Night by The Thrills. And thank you FangQueen13 for letting me know of my mistake. I'm really anal about stuff like that. heh.

Is this what they call hate
On a Saturday Night?

The moon was about to rise and neither James nor Peter had arrived. Remus had glumly accepted the fact that they probably weren't coming, and then silently waited. The moon had seemed to be taking its sweet time rising, during which Remus checked to make sure the door was locked and secure about a million times, that there were no weak spots in the walls, no living things that he could possibly harm. He didn't know why, but he had a bad feeling about this full moon.

Especially since he had gotten no love from Sirius, which may end up condemning him to life as a werewolf. Though it probably wouldn't last long, after a few days, the Ministry would probably kill him. It was far too risky to let a werewolf be around constantly.

As a last ditch effort, Remus tried to desperately remember what those tips had been- to fall out of love. Not that they would work even if he had months, let alone minutes. It couldn't hurt to try.

Disconnect yourself totally from the person whom you love.

Well, he had done that for sure. Remus was sure there were no connections between him and Sirius. Well, there always would be, since Sirius knew his secret and Sirius had become an illegal Animagus for him. But other than that.

Remember all of the flaws about the person.

Sirius's flaws… Well, he was hot-headed. Except that his anger was totally justified, mostly. But also, he was… petty! He had made out with that girl in front of Remus just to make him jealous. Well, that had been after Remus had blatantly ignored him. But other than that… this was hard!

Find someone new.

That one might as well not exist, because for Remus, there was no one else.

Remus racked his brain but could not remember any others. It was good timing, though, because suddenly he felt his bones crunch oddly, yanked out of their sockets and into new ones, his organs tearing themselves apart and re-forming, his skin stretching as his muscles and face expanded, growing shaggy gray fur. And then there was nothing else. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was just white.

Broken your bottles
Thrown like American footballs
Hey it's just jocks high on hormones
James blinked groggily and looked at his clock, feeling like he was late for something. The red numbers revealed that it was just past seven. James blinked and sat up. His little cat nap had taken him through five hours. And he still felt like he was missing something.

He looked out his window lazily. Someone was walking outside, towards the Forbidden Forrest, but he couldn't tell who it was until they stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight…

Moonlight!

Snape was walking towards the Whomping Willow during the full moon after Sirius and Remus had a fight. Of course.

James rushed out of his room, cursing himself. He received many strange stares as he dashed along the corridors wildly, knocking over first years who were in the way. But just as he reached the entrance hall, just as the doors came into sight, someone called his name.

"Potter! You aren't allowed out after dark!" McGonagall screeched, her robes billowing out. James cursed himself again. He forgot the Invisibility Cloak. But he couldn't dawdle, not even to give the Transfiguration teacher his very good excuse.

So before she reached him, James leapt out the door, hearing the footsteps and cheers behind him.

"POTTER!"

But James was already at the Whomping Willow. It was still frozen from when Snape had gotten to it. Maybe he could still make it.

But James paused at the entrance. Who was he doing this for? It wasn't like Remus was being a good friend, or that Snape was a good person.

Suddenly a howl of triumph knocked James out of his murderous thoughts. He shot down the hallway, and burst into the Shrieking Shack to see Moony bounding across the room to a petrified Snape.

With one fluid motion, James snatched the back of Snape's robes and threw him bodily backwards, and closed the door behind him. Moony had paused now, bewildered for a moment, and James used that moment to his advantage, turning into his Animagus form, willing himself to transform faster.

By the time Moony had gathered up his silly werewolf thoughts, James was a stag. Moony pounced at him and knocked him to his side, and James knew it wasn't playful this month.

Is this what they call hate?
Sirius perched on the window sill, watching. There was a huddled mass of people gathered outside of the Whomping Willow, all teachers, most likely. Two of them were supporting another, slumped figure. Hopefully that was Snape, and his face had been mauled off by Lupin.

There was a far away clinking noise, and Sirius realized he had dropped his bottle of fire whisky. It had dropped straight down onto the stone outcropping below, and shattered, sending pieces of glass everywhere.

Dully, Sirius tumbled backwards onto the carpeted floor, and managed to stumble down into the common room. There was an uproar of voices as he entered and a crowd of people bombarded him with questions. Peter looked on apologetically.

From snatches of conversation, Sirius drunkenly put together that Snape and James were in the Hospital Wing. There were all sorts of stories about what had happened, including one very imaginative one that involved a giant, an enchanted Bludger, and a few well-Transfigured rocks.

"Shut up!" Sirius said feebly, and he turned immediately to go back to bed. Probably Snape and James had gotten in a fight. Probably. Maybe.

Is this what they call hate
On a Saturday Night?
I may update soon. Or I may be evil and plot every last detail before decided to type it up and upload it. Whatever. Bwaha.