A/N: so sorry that I didnt update yesterday. I was working all day, and by the time I got back it was too late to update. So sorry! The next update will be next Sunday. It will be the last update, finishing off this story. So, please review so that I know how to write it. It's not done yet!

Remus woke up the next morning feeling ill again. Remus' stomach could not seem to hold anything down.He groaned, turned over and threw up into the bin next to his bed.

'I thought I heard you,' said a chipper voice from behind him. Remus rolled onto his back and spotted Madam Pomfrey standing over his bed. She approached the bed pan that Remus had used and emptied it with her wand.

'I want you to meet someone Remus, this is Hershall Flyer.' A short man in a dark robe came up from behind her. He had round glasses and a frog face. When Remus saw him, he started up in bed.

'Remus, what is the matter?' asked Madam Pomfrey.

'Do I know you?' Remus asked the man.

'I do not think we have had the pleasure of formally meeting each other.' The man extended his hand. He had a croaking, wheezing voice. 'Nice to see you awake.' Remus took a minute to take Flyer's hand. He had the exact same face, body and look of the man Remus had dreamt about. The man that had tortured him relentlessly, and felt no pain.

'How do you feel?' he asked casually.

'Fine,' Remus answered, feeling shaky in Flyer's presence.

'I am sure you are quite confused. I am afraid that you have proven my potion has been a failure,' Flyer squeaked.

'Sor-sorry?' Remus wanted clarification.

'Have they not explained it to you?' Flyer asked, his voice getting a little higher. Madam Pomfrey who was standing behind Flyer was looking quite pale.

'Mr. And Mrs. Lupin had decided with Professor Dumbledore that it would not be best to tell him.'

'Ah, I see,' Flyer looked, seeming a little more nervous. 'Well, my dear boy, you may be familiar with some of my work? I work at the ministry. I work in lycanthrope affairs.' Remus put on a face of false astonishment. He had never heard of him.

'Myself and my partner, Damocles Belby are working hard on a cure for werewolves. We are collaborating with several ministry officials on the case.' Remus' heart skipped several beats. 'We have so far discovered that silver has no effect. It is an urban myth set forwards by muggles, I believe. However, we have much hope in the field of aconite- wolfsbane,' he added at Remus' startled look.

'What have you discovered?' he asked timidly.

'Well, that it doesn't work,' he said quietly. 'You helped us prove that.'

Remus thought of the potion that Madam Pomfrey had made him take. There had been no difference during the last full moon. He began to feel quite sick afterwards though, he had even fainted.

'So, you were experimenting…on me?' Remus said again, puzzled.

'Well, yes. It was necessary not to tell you because, well, we didn't want you to react differently.'

Remus' head was spinning. There was some kind of research out there that might lead to some kind of cure. Some kind of help for his treatment. There were people who actually seemed to care about him- about people like him who were used to having people scorn them and resent them.

Flyer stayed for sometime, talking about various techniques and ingredients used in his potion. However, Remus did not hear a word he said. His words washed over him. He was astonished that there was research for this issue- but at the same time he was dismayed. The potion had failed, and he had proven that.

'Your name shall be anonymous and it will be put in a separate file that may not be accessed by anyone other than the immediate researchers and consultants of this case.' Remus was brought to his senses with Flyer's talk of the potion.

'I want to thank you very much for your work, Mr. Flyer, it's very important.'

'Well, it shall be young man, it shall be. However, for now, we must revise our work and start from square one, as they say.' Flyer turned his head and looked at the ground. He had an expression of grief and dismay on his face. He breathed one large sigh and turned his head to look at Remus. He smiled and put his hat on.

'You shall get better soon, Mr. Lupin. Until we meet again." With that, Flyer stood up and walked out the door.

Remus spent the rest of the day sleeping and marveling at Flyer's research. After dinner, James came into the hospital wing to talk to Remus.

'Hello James, how were classes today?' asked Remus.

'Boring,' said James running a hand through his hair.

'I figured as much,' Remus mumbled. 'Where're Sirius and Peter?'

'I don't know, probably burning down the school or something.' He said. 'I wanted to ask you though-' James looked around to see if anyone would hear him. The hospital wing, however, was empty. '- I want to know how your doing.'

'Oh, I feel sick still. I threw up this morning, really gross,' Remus answered.

'No, I don't mean that,' James lowered his voice so that it was a little bit above a whisper. 'I want to know how you're doing- you know, emotionally.'

'James, are you even aware that other people have emotions?' Remus raised his eyebrow. If it wasn't for James' bright pink face, he would have started laughing.

'Remus, I, er, I wanted to apologize- I guess.'

'Apologize? What on earth for?' Remus asked, sitting up in his bed.

'For- well, for being a git,' James said, looking down into his lap.

Remus, again, sat up in bed. 'Wow, this is quite unlike you James,' he observed. 'Which specific time were you being a git that you wanted to apologize for?'

'Well, about you and Lily, I was a real idiot. I should have known that it wasn't about you, it was about me. I should have opened mine eyes. It was really silly of me.'

'Yes it was,' Remus agreed. Her heard a slight creek from the door way. James, obviously did not notice.

'I know it was silly of me to act the way I did. I shouldn't have. But it was a real eye opener for me, Remus. I hope that we have all learned from it, and I wont do anything like it every again.'

'James, thank you so much,' Remus said, glancing his eyes ever so slightly to the door behind James' left shoulder. 'But are you ready to forgive Lily?'

'Oh, she wont listen.' James mumbled.

'Then say it now,' Remus told him. 'Say it to me, instead.'

'Remus, that's silly.' James said, leaning back in the chair.

'Just say it,' Remus beckoned.

'I want to tell Lily that I'm sorry. That I shouldn't have acted- and I shouldn't act- the way I do. It's juvenile, and silly. I think I only do it for attention. Remus, I love her. I want her to know that.'

'I think she does,' Remus said.

'I think I do,' said a quiet voice from behind James. James reeled around to see who had spoken.

'James, that's beautiful- and so unlike you,' said Lily, who was leaning against the wall.

'Evans- how long have you been there?' James asked loudly.

'Long enough,' Lily said. 'I'm going for a walk now. You're welcome to join me, James.'

James got up from his chair and walked over to Lily, who began walking out the door. James turned around when Lily walked outside and raised his eyebrows. Remus gave him the thumbs up sign and James ran out.

However, there was something in Remus that felt slightly sad. It was either the failure of the potion that might potentially cure his lycanthrope, or that James had- once again- got the girl, leaving Remus in a hospital bed alone.

A/N: right, so, last chapter next week. So sorry for updating late! Please review!