A/N: so sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was away, please enjoy this though!

"OUT!"

"But Madame Pomf-"

"YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID! OUT!"

"We haven't seen-"

"ABSOLUTLEY NO! YOU BOYS ALWAYS COME HERE AND MAKE A MESS OF THINGS. DON'T YOU HAVE CLASSES?"

"Not right now-"

"WELL YOU MUST HAVE SOMETHING TO DO! GO!" With that, Remus could hear a door being smashed closed and silence. He turned on his side and cringed at the pain.

"Oh, are you awake?" Asked Madame Pomfrey at his side. Remus opened his eyes and was greeted with the pale colours of the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey was at his side.

"What time?" Remus asked whispering. His throat hurt very much.

"It's seven o'clock on Friday morning," she said. Remus couldn't believe it. He had been asleep for a whole day.

"Yes, you have been asleep for a long time," said Madame Pomfrey. "Everyone is very eager to see you again. When do you feel it will be alright for you?" She asked. Remus shrugged his shoulders.

"They are still there," she said looking up. They are waiting outside the door until I leave, then they will sneak in. I'm going to my office." Remus smiled. Madam Pomfrey was usually very strict, but she did not take such measures with Remus. She liked him too much. Before she strode into her office she yelled to Remus "I will be out in five minutes!" Ten seconds later. James, Sirius and Peter strode silently into the room. They ran up to Remus' bedside.

"How are you?" James whispered. Remus nodded.

"Alright," he whispered.

"Yeah, you look it," said Sirius sarcastically. "Do you remember anything from the other night?"

Remus tried to think. He had been conscious for much less than the other month. Now that he was spending his full moons with his three friends in animal form, he had been 'present' for much more than usual. It was a strange feeling. Sometimes, it was so clear, he could actually smell, hear and see differently. These occasions did not usually last long, but Remus was sure that they would become more frequent. However, the last night had not proved anything. It had been as cloudy as before and Remus was not happy about that. He had remembered something. Only for an instance…

"Nothing happened," Remus told them. "I can not remember anything and…I didn't…I wasn't present."

"Yeah, you didn't look it," Peter said. "You had a strange look in your eyes that were not…" Peter trailed off.

"My own?" Remus provided. Peter nodded in agreement.

"So, do you feel any better from yesterday? Pomfrey wouldn't let us in," said James.

"Actually, I haven't woken up until today," said Remus. The other boys looked shocked.

"Really?" said Sirius. "You've always woken-"

"I TOLD YOU BOYS NOT TO BOTHER REMUS!" Came Madame Pomfrey's shrill voice. All four boys jumped and three started running for the doors.

"OUT! AND DON'T EXPECT YOU'LL BE ABLE TO COME BACK IN! I'M LOCKING THE DOOR!" She shrieked. Remus laughed as the boys scrambled to the door and struggled to open it.

"We'll get you some chocolate!" Peter yelled as they ran out the door.

Madame Pomfrey was leaning on the doorframe to her office.

"Those scoundrels," She was saying. "Those trouble makers. Why is it that they are always coming here?"

"Maybe they really like you," said Remus.

"You're pushing it, Lupin," Madame Pomfrey said jokingly. She turned and went back into her office. Remus moved to his other side and tried to sleep. But there was something in his arm. Something was poking into his arm. He moved his arm up so that he could see it. There was a lose bandage around it and there was a large bruise extending from his thumb, through the bandage, and to his elbow. 'Madame Pomfrey will get rid of that,' he thought. Remus turned again, found a more comfortable position, and fell asleep.

Remus dreamt. He usually never dreamt, but tonight he did. He dreamt of a man. A man was standing over him. The man had thick glasses and very little hair. He had piercing eyes and a strange look on his face. It seemed as though the man was testing Remus somehow. In Remus' dream, he turned over and tried to go to sleep, but the man would not let him. The man was trying to see if Remus would do something. Remus did not understand. He tried to push the man away, but he spoke to Remus in a calm and quiet voice, and Remus went to sleep.

Remus woke up in the middle of night, very hungry. There was nobody in the infirmary. Remus looked at his bedside table. It seemed that James, Sirius and Peter had come earlier on. On the dresser was a large Honeydukes chocolate bar and a mirror. Remus sat up. He had a sharp twinge in his left side, but he tried to ignore it. He unwrapped the chocolate bar and picked up the mirror.

Quietly he said, "James, Sirius, are you there?" The mirror started to get foggy, and Remus started losing sight of his reflection. In a matter of minutes, Remus could see the image of a sleepy looking boy with messy black hair in the mirror.

"Remus, do you have any idea what time it is?" James asked. Remus looked around the hospital wing for a clock.

"No," he said, not able to locate one.

"It's one o'clock in the morning, mate," said James. Remus' heart almost skipped a beat.

"You're kidding me. I've been sleeping all day?" He said.

"Yeah," James said blatantly while rolling on his side. "What do you want?"

"I'm hungry," said Remus.

"What?" asked another voice from James' side.

"Shut up, Sirius, it's just Remus," said James sleepily.

"What does he want?" asked Sirius.

"Food," Remus said louder.

"We don't have food, Remus. We're really tired. You kept us up all of Wednesday night," James said closing his eyes.

"What happened?" asked Remus. James opened his eyes looking aggravated.

"I don't know, Remus, why don't you tell me," he said.

"What do you mean?" asked Remus, confused.

"You weren't yourself," came Sirius' reply from out off the vision of the mirror.

"Of course I wasn't myself," Remus said, "why, or how, could I possibly be myself?"

"It's not that. Sometimes you are just more…you when we come. You calm down, The werewolf even starts looking like you. But the other night, you just stayed the same way the whole time. You didn't even recognize us. In fact," James took a deep breath in, "you attacked us."

"That's impossible," said Remus, "nothing happened. Nothing was different. It wasn't more painful or anything…in fact…" Remus trailed off. Usually when Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail came to stay with him for the night, he remembered small aspects of what happened. The other night he didn't feel anything like that. Only once he did, though. Once he had woken up. What did he remember?

"…I do remember something," said Remus, "I just can't seem to…"

"Look, Remus, it's late. I'm tired. Sirius is tired. Go to sleep. We can talk about it in the morning. Good night!" With that, James put the mirror down and his tired looking image was replaced by Remus' pale one.

Remus put the mirror away as well and lay back down in his bed. He had forgotten all about being hungry and only thought of his friends. What happened if, after that night, they no longer wanted to be with him? What if they saw him for what he was, a violent monster. They could tell the whole school, and then what? Remus would have nowhere to go. No other school would accept him, he knew that. A small voice at the back of his head told him that they wouldn't do that, but Remus did not listen.

James did not sound very happy when Remus had woken him up. In fact, he seemed rather mad at him. Remus groaned. If he lost his friends, what would he have? Nothing. His parents, but they were at the distant corners of his mind. Remus closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. He tried not thinking of anything. He tried thinking of happy things. However, nothing seemed to work. He was wide-awake and he would not feel tired for a long time.

Turning to his bedside table, he decided to have a bite of chocolate. He opened the package and broke off a chunk. He placed it in his mouth and instantly felt sick. He felt as though the insides of his stomach were coming up and into his mouth. He leaned over his bed and threw up into the garbage can. It didn't take long, as he had not had anything solid to eat in a few days, but he felt perhaps more empty after than before.

Exhausted from the effort, Remus turned over and finally succumbed to his warm sheets and comfortable pillows.

Reviewer's Response:

ATadObsessive46: Thank you as ever for your support!

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