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"Remus, we need to talk." James said, walking into the dormitory. Sirius and Peter were no where in sight. Remus had expected this. It'd been three days since James had figured it out, he'd expected him to do something about it sooner than later.

"So you've figured it out then." Remus said, sighing. He was sitting pretzel legged in front of his four poster. James looked at him, one eye brow quirked up.

"So I'm right then?" James said, sitting down across from him.

"Yep. I'll start packing now." He said. He stood up and opened the trunk he'd put on his bed.

"For where?" James asked.

"For home. I mean, you wouldn't want to still live with me now that you know." Remus sighed deeply and put in his cloak. James stood up, staring him in the face.

"I'm right. You're….you're a werewolf?"

"Have been since I was five."

"How come you didn't tell us?" James asked, pulling Remus around. "And stop packing your things. It's aggravating."

"Because, I didn't want to loose you. But it was inevitable." He shrugged and turned around to begin packing once more. James pointed his wand at it and it flew across the room into the closet. The closet door slammed shut and Remus turned around again, facing James. "You don't want me to leave?"

"Remus, since you were five? Where do you go for full moons?" James asked.

"I…I go somewhere out of the school. So I can't hurt anyone."

"Is that why you're always out for so long?"

"Yes." Remus said, sitting down in his position again. "Turning into a werewolf is physically and mentally draining. And then there's the factor of the werewolf wanting meat to take into the consideration. The pent up energy of not being able to attack anything living makes the beast turn on itself."

"So, you…attack yourself?"

"Yes. But it's better than attacking someone else." He looked at James. "Aren't you angry? Don't you want me to leave the school?"

"No." James said. "Not at all. I'm concerned. Does…" He paused, considering. "Does it hurt?"

"Hell yes." Remus said through his inhaling breath. "More than you can possibly imagine. I'm drained for three days after the full moon, but Pomfrey always makes me stay the week."

"So, all those times you were out-"

"I lied about where I was going, yes." He nodded. "I'm sorry, it's just.."

"I understand." James said, nodding. "I'm not so sure Peter will. He's still hell bent on werewolves being the most evil things…"

"So were you." Remus said, sighing. "Isn't it enough to just say they're evil and leave it at that?" He couldn't help but hide the spite in his voice as he let the words reverberate around the dormitory.

"Oh God, Reme...I...I..."

"It's all right, mate. You didn't know." He laughed. "How did you figure it out? Was it how tactfully avoid silver? Or the excuses I make so that I'm out around full moons, every month?"

"Both." James said, smiling. "You always avoid silver. Funny, I always thought that was just horror movie bull shite."

"Well, it's not." Remus said. He held up his elbow, and showed a very, very old burn. "That's from when I was six. Dane forgot I can't touch silver, and put real silverware out for a fancy dinner." He winced, remembering the pain. "I haven't touched silver since."

"Are you going to tell Sirius?" James asked.

"Aye. I suppose I should, shouldn't I?" He looked at James, uneasily. James nodded.

"He'll understand, Sirius will."

"Understand what?" Sirius asked from the doorway.

James and Remus both looked at the door way nervously. Remus swallowed loudly, biting his lip nervously. He looked at James. James messed up his hair with his fingers. It'd become a nervous habit now.

Sirius stared at them, confused. "What? What is it? Is Remus a poof or something?" He said, smirking. "And are you his new lover James?" He laughed at his own joke, and they both laughed a little to loud. "Now you're scaring me. Remus never laughs at my jokes. What's up?"

"Er…Sirius, I have a question for you." James said, deciding obviously that Remus could not do this alone.

"Shoot." Sirius sat down. James cleared his throat and looked at Remus. Remus nodded.

"What…would you say…er…now this is hypothetical of course, if one your friends, say….." He swallowed."How bout, me, was a …" At this, he threw his hands up in the air, attempting to appear like it came out of no where. "Oh, an erm...uh...werewolf?" James looked at Sirius, waiting.

"Is that all James? You're a werewolf eh? Huh…that's interesting. So, how're ya going to break it to Peter down there?" Sirius said, changing positions as though the entire thing had not phased him. James looked at Remus again. Remus nodded sadly and cleared his throat.

"Sirius…James isn't the werewolf. I am." He looked at Sirius. Sirius' mouth dropped.

"Heh. N-nice joke guys. What's really the matter?" Sirius asked.

"Er…Sirius…it's…it's not a joke." Remus said, closing his eyes and wishing he could take back what he'd said, wishing with all his might that he could undo what had happened that night more than ever. Why did it bother him so much that Sirius was getting edgy?

Then he realized it. He was the one who had showed the smallest amount of sympathy towards them. So why was he recoiling? Was that just show? Did he just want to be the bigger man?

"I…I was bitten when I was five, and the werewolf killed my Dad, and now I am. That's why I'm gone one week a month." He opened his eyes, aware that tears were welling up in them, and that James was not looking at either of his friends.

Sirius gawked at Remus. He suddenly got that Remus was not lying, that it was not a joke, and there was a flash of fear in his eyes. Remus breathed in, and held his breath. The fear wasn't gone yet. Five seconds, now ten, now fifteen…now thirty. Sirius was scared shitless. Bullocks. Bullocks! Dammit why was he being shallow and afraid now? Why was he doing this to Remus now? Why couldn't he be the sympathetic one that had come out of Potions? "Er.." He said slowly.

"Right. I'll go continue packing my things now." Remus, said, getting up to walk across the room and get his trunk. Sirius grabbed his arm.

"For where?" He asked. Remus exhaled deeply. The fear was gone. It was replaced with sympathy. Thank you, whoever was up there, god, goddess, thank you whoever you are.

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