Remus took the potion that Madame Pomfrey gave him that day. He found that it knocked him out like a light. He went to sleep the minute his head hit the pillow. However, he did not feel well the next morning. He found that he was too sick to eat breakfast. The rest of the boy's attitudes had not improved either.

James was still in his quiet mood. At breakfast on Sunday he did grumble something. Peter passed him the salt. Sirius was quiet as well; although Remus couldn't tell whether that was from the conversation they had the other day or the fact that Sirius did not like mornings. Peter was absent most of the time. He did not sit with the other three boys as much and only seemed to be with them at occasional meals and at night. He spent most of the day with other people. Remus caught him Sunday morning in the library sitting with some Hufflepuff students. Remus was indifferent.

That morning after a quiet and bitter breakfast Remus found he got short of breath walking short distances. He often felt nauseous after using the stairs and when he got up from a chair, he would have to sit down immediately to stop the world from spinning.

He had no idea of what it was from. The only factor that had changed in his life was the potion Madame Pomfrey made him take.

Remus managed to bring himself to Madame Pomfrey's office. He asked her about the potion and she said it shouldn't do that to him. She concluded that it must be the weather and that he was to come and take the potion that night. Remus did as was told and before bed he took the potion, practically falling to sleep on the spot.

He awoke the next morning to the sound of Sirius giving James some kind of talk. Remus opened his eyes. The world was spinning and he could not do anything about it. He closed them again.

"You go out there, James, you go out there and remember what you stand for. You show them that you are not going to forfeit this game for no reason. You show them that you are the best quidditch player Hogwarts has ever seen. You give Gryffindor somebody to cheer for."

'James' quidditch game is today' thought Remus. Remus half rose out of his bed keeping his eyes closed. His head felt very light, as all he saw were white stars on a sea of black. He continued to rise, unaware of his actions, until he was vertical, with his feet on the ground. Then, he risked opening his eyes. The room was up side down and turning.

"Uuurrrggg," said Remus, falling to the floor in a heap of blankets. James and Sirius rushed to him.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked.

"Nothing," Remus managed. "I'm just not feeling that great." He stood up and immediately resented it. Everything was spinning and the blood was quickly leaving his head. He must have looked like it because James and Sirius rushed forward to grab a hold of him.

"What did you take, Moony? Firewhisky?" Asked Sirius.

"Pomfrey's best," said Remus. Sirius and James took him to the washroom where he contemplated vomiting, but did not. He came out feeling a little better and with his first look at James, he felt wonderful. James had achieved an air of confidence and pride overnight. He was standing up straight and had his half grin on his face. He was getting dressed in his quidditch robes and talking to Sirius about some Irish quidditch player.

"So, the man flies around the stadium not even noticing that the snitch is chasing him around in the first place. I mean he's bloody mad, isn't he? I'm sure he'll be thrown off the team. This isn't the first time you know. A couple of seasons ago, he was caught talking to some guy on the Liverpool team, the only problem is that everybody forgets about stuff like that until they do something wrong again. We saw the same thing with Miserca from Estonia."

James was talking again. James was wearing his quidditch uniform again. James was James again.

"What time is the game at?" Remus managed to ask.

"Ten," said James. "It's against Hufflepuff, so it should be a push-over."

James had played a lot of positions on the Gryffindor quidditch team. He had started out as Beater in his second year, but he had not really liked that. He wanted to have more participation in the game. He became a chaser until the beginning of fifth year, when he decided to become a seeker. He seemed to really like the attention that came when he caught the golden snitch- and he always caught it.

"Better make our way down to the breakfast table," said Sirius. "We need fuel to beat Hufflepuff." He had never learnt how to ride a broom until he came to Hogwarts. James taught him in first year. Sirius blamed his inability to ride a broom on his parents. 'They never cared about me enough to teach me,' he would say to James. Sirius had mastered the art of flying, but never wanted to play quidditch. 'It reminds me too much of an organized diversion'. He would say. Remus always reminded him that it was an organized diversion.

Sirius, James and Remus made their way down the staircases to the Great Hall. Peter was nowhere to be seen. Remus clutched the banister and slowly made his way down. He did not want to over-exert himself, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself either. James and Sirius did not seem to notice as they were decided the fate of some poor quidditch player who had lost them a bet. James and Sirius both ate a very large breakfast, while Remus decided not to eat too much incase he became sick.

At nine thirty, James went off with his team. Sirius and Remus waited in the Great Hall.

"He is a lot better," said Remus. "I can't believe there is such a difference."

"He has had a lot of time to cool off," said Sirius. "Quidditch really changed him."

"Yeah, it's funny, that," said Remus, "it's like nothing ever happened."
"Nothing did happen," said Sirius, "from here on, we just forget." Sirius left it at that. Remus did not think that it was a very good policy, but he did like the results.

Sirius and Remus left for the quidditch pitch at ten. They met Peter there. When asked where he had been, Peter did not reply. He just stamped his feet and turned red.

The three boys found some seats just as John Mcllewlyn, a Gryffindor seventh year, made his debut on the announcing system.

"Hello Hogwartians! Welcome to the first Hufflepuff and Gryffindor game of this season." This announcement was greeted with cheers and boos from both sides. John moved on to introduce the team. The Hufflepuff team came on with cheers from the Hufflepuff and Slytherin sides and boos from the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw side.

"…And on the Gryffindor team, Beaters Bernard Balmy and Maurice LeClef!" Gryffindors hollered as the two boys mounted their brooms and flew around the stadium. "Chasers: Lucia Molsway, Henry Tolt and Smiel Habid." The Gryffindors gave another shout as the chasers mounted their brooms and commenced, joining the beater circling the stadium. "Keeper Stacy O'Connor." Stacy mounted her broom and started whizzing around the stadium. Sirius muttered something about Stacy stealing his heart.

"And the Gryffindor team captain and seeker, JAMES POTTER!" Almost all of the Gryffindors stood up to applause James as he hoped non-chalontly on his broom and started flying around the quidditch pitch. James was back; there was no doubt about it. He was flying backwards.

"And that is James Potter for those of you who do not know him. A bit of an eccentric, but we love him anyway!" Came John's battle cry. The crowd continued cheering until the quidditch players were all in position.

"…And the balls are being released by Professor Mulrony." Two quaffles, two bludgers and a ball that was barely visible from the stands soared into the air and signified the beginning of the game. The students made hoots and hollers as they watched the game.

"The quaffle is received by Lucia 'take-it-all-the-way' Molsway. This is her second year on the Gryffindor team and she sure is proving herself to be an asset. What is she doing here? Roxana Flin of Hufflepuff has come in and blocked her way. Lucia passes the quaffle to Henry Tolt. Henry hit by a bludger aimed at by Pierce Strank. Henry starts losing momentum. Is he all right? Smiel moves in for a side-by-side pass. He grabs the quaffle. Passes it to Lucia. Lucia moves in for the goal in the third hole. Richard Duwinzky, Hufflepuff Keeper, moves in for the defense. Oh, what do we have here? Lucia passes it to Smiel and Smiel SCORES! TEN POINTS FOR GRYFENDOR!"

Everybody on the Gryffindor side rose and cheered. The scoreboard read 10 nothing. Remus felt sick. He found watching the Quidditch players nauseating. He had closed his eyes and was listening to John's commentary, but he still felt sick and dizzy. He had no idea what was causing it. John had returned to his commentary, but Remus couldn't bear to be there. He decided to leave and lye down in hopes that he might feel better. Remus stood up and was immediately pulled down by Sirius.

"Look, Moony, James has it. He knows where the snitch is. The other seeker has no idea. Look, he is moving in for it. He has his eye on it. That poor bloke isn't going to see what hit him. OH NO!" Sirius stood up on his bleacher. "JAMES! LOOK OUT FOR THE BLUDGER!" James couldn't even hear. He extended his arm and was about to make a grab for the snitch when a bludger came up for behind him and pushed him foreword on his broom. James practically fell foreword off the broom but this action seemed to push him towards the snitch. James grabbed the golden snitch, just as be dipped his broom down to balance.

"HE HAS IT! HE HAS IT!" came John's cry. "JAMES POTTER HAS THE SNITCH AND HAS WON THE GAME FOR GRYFENDOR WITH 170 POINTS!" James did a cartwheel on his broom. His face was a picture of triumph. He descended on his broom to the ground with his team behind him. John was still shouting on the loud speaker.

"ONLY TEN MINUTES OF GAME AND JAMES POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH. IF THAT MAN DOESN'T BECOME A PROFESIONAL QUIDDITCH PLAYER FOR WALES, I'M GOING TO HURT HIM!"

James was on the ground with all of his team. They were jumping up and down and hollering. To Remus' left, Peter was doing the same.

"Come on, lets go down and join them," said Sirius.

"Sirius," said Remus, "I'm not feeling too well." Remus' eyes were dilated and he was staring off into space holding his stomach. His face was very pale. There were dark rings under his eyes. He looked very sick.

"Remus, what's wrong?" Sirius asked. Remus shook his head to tell Sirius he did not know. He closed his eyes.

"Sirius, I may throw up," he said.

"Err, okay. Just stay there and I'll get- somebody. I'll get a professor or somebody. Peter, take care of Remus." Sirius ran off and Remus closed his eyes. His head felt very light and he was seeing strange lights behind his eyes. He groaned. His stomach hurt and he was afraid he would be sick.

"What's wrong?" Asked Peter.

"I do-do-Peter, grab that bag!" Remus heaved himself up and grabbed an empty bag that was sitting on the row in front of him. Remus put the bag over his mouth and threw up. He didn't take long. He had not eaten a lot at breakfast. Once he was finished he sat down beside Peter. Peter looked completely and utterly shocked. Finally, Sirius ran up with Professor McGonnegal.

"What's wrong, Mr. Lupin?" She asked.

"He's not feeling well, ma'am. Look at him," said Sirius.

"He-he-he-just threw up too," added Peter. Remus dropped his head into his hands.

"It's nothing," he said, shaking, "I just didn't feel well. I'm better now."

"Let's have a look at you," said McGonnegal, sitting down beside him. Remus raised his head. "No, you don't look well at all. Madame Pomfrey is attending to Henry and James just now, but she will be free in a minute. This may be serious."

"No, it's not. I'm fine now. It must have just been something I ate. I'm sure-"

"Mr. Lupin, as soon as you are ready to stand up and walk, you will go see Madam Pomfrey. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said.

"Madame Pomfrey, What is wrong with James?" Asked Sirius.

"Oh, he was bruised where the bludger hit him. That's all," she said turning away. Sirius burst out laughing.

"What is it?" Asked Peter.

"The bludger hit him on the bottom."