Remus did not go to sleep easily that night. He was scared of the dreams he may have. At eight o'clock he decided to go to Madam Pomfrey to get a sleeping potion.

'Are you sure you really need it?' She asked when Remus told her what he wanted.

'I think I need it really badly Madam Pomfrey,' Remus replied. Madam Pomfrey turned and went to her cupboard.

'How are you feeling?' she asked.

'I'm not sure,' said Remus. 'I'm tired, not only from last night, just generally. I'm not really paying attention to anything. I can't eat much. Food really turns me off.'

'I thought you were looking skinnier,' she said coming back with a bottle. 'It will wear off soon. In the mean time, could you do something for me, Remus?' She said.

'Yeah, sure,' said Remus looking up into the matron's worried eyes.

'Take care of yourself,' she said.

'Of course,' said Remus. 'Why wouldn't I?'

'Well, you are on some pretty serious medication right now. In fact, you are taking it better than I thought you would,' she said.

'What do you mean? I'm not on any medication,' Remus said.

'Well, last week we put you on some potion- it doesn't matter. I just want you to eat and sleep well,' she said. With that she turned around and went to her office.

Remus took the potion that night, but still could not sleep. Madam Pomfrey's words stayed with him all through the night.

He woke up that morning feeling very ill. He had not eaten for some time, but was not hungry. He decided that this morning he was to eat if it killed him. Remus dressed into his clothes that did not seem to fit as well and went down to the great hall with James, Sirius and Peter. He felt lightheaded going down the stairs and had to stop a couple of times. Once or twice he looked at his reflection in the mirror and was shocked to see a pale face staring back at him. It was common knowledge that Remus had a fair complexion. At times he was very peaky, but today Remus' face was the most pale he had ever seen it. His face was practically bloodless.

They all made their way into the Great Hall and sat down in their usual spots for breakfast. Remus looked at the eggs and ham that were being served. Right then and there he felt the need to vomit. He ran out of the Great Hall and to the nearest bathroom.

After Remus threw up, James escorted him to his room to change. By the time they reached the seventh staircase Remus was out of breath and wheezing.

"Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey, Moony, you don't look well at all,' said James.

'No, I can't, I have missed so many classes,' replied Remus who was still panting trying to get up the staircase. He sat down on the step above the one he was standing on.

'That's not the point, Moony,' James continued. 'You haven't been looking well for awhile. You're pale, skinny and now you're throwing up,' James counted on his fingers.

'Thank you James, if you hadn't noticed, that's not strange for me,' said Remus.

'I didn't mean it to be cruel, Remus, I'm not like that.'

'Usually,' Remus said and got up to reach the tower. However, he got up too fast and his head started spinning. He lost balance and fell backwards, only to be caught by James.

'What did I say?' said James. 'I'm taking you to the infirmary right now.' He turned Remus around, grabbed him underneath his arms, and started walking back down the stairs.

As they descended the stairs, a red headed girl came bounding up.

'Well, hullo, Evens, good morning,' said James. Instead of ignoring him, Lily stopped for a moment.

'Hello, Potter, Lupin, good morning to you as well.'

'You seem awfully chipper this morning, Evens,' said James letting go of Remus and turning to talk to Lily.

'Thank you, Potter. You seem awfully helpful this morning.' James looked confused as to what Lily would mean by this, then he looked around at Remus who had sunken to the step and sitting there looking off into space.

'Thank you, I suppose,' said James. 'Are you going to the dormitory?'

'I am going class, like you should be,' said Lily. 'We have Defense Against the Dark Arts. You should go to class before you receive an infraction.'

'That we will do,' said James. With that Lily turned around, and James placed his hands underneath Remus' arms, picked him up and resumed marching down the stairs. James' notion of the infirmary was totally abandoned by the excitement of meeting Lily.

Remus was steered into the classroom by James and was placed in a chair between James and Sirius.

Professor Flitwick walked into the room from his office.

'Good morning class,' he said cheerfully.

'Good morning,' came the reply from those who were awake. James, at the back of the classroom noticed that he had neglected to bring his books.

'Please open your books to page three hundred and twelve. Today we will be doing blocks against strong cruses and wards. As long as you are prepared ahead of time, it is quite easy to block these kinds of enchantments. I would like to do a few examples for you. Who here has a high pain threshold?' The class laughed. 'No, you don't need a high pain threshold for this, it wont hurt at all. Could I call Mr. Lupin up? Your father does work quite similar to this, doesn't he?' Remus nodded, but all he wanted to do was to go to sleep. He walked up to the front of the class and faced everyone. It was then that he noticed that either he was very sick, or his eyesight was very bad, for the whole classroom looked quite fuzzy.

'Alright, what I want you to do, Remus is cast an impedimenta curse on me.' Flitwick's words came in through one ear and out the next, Remus was just trying to see him clearly.

'Alright,' he said.

'Now,' said Flitwick, 'you might want to take a running start at it. Try the four wand positions that we did two weeks ago. I will just stand here.' The room was still getting fuzzier, and Remus' head was now throbbing. His sight was becoming to get dark and patchy, and he no longer thought that he could stand up. He stumbled backwards and hit the desk. He clutched onto the sides and tried to support himself.

'My dear boy, are you alright? Would you like me to call the matron?' Flitwick asked, coming foreword. Remus looked up, his head pounding.

'I'm fine,' he mouthed out, but he did not hear himself say anything. He could see James' face coming towards him saying something about Madam Pomfrey. Remus stood up again and immediately felt the little blood that was in his head drain. Remus saw nothing and felt nothing as he hit the hard floor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom floor.

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