Disclaimer: For the fifth time, I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: Okay, so this is probably the second to last chapter, and it's just closing down the story from here...
Oh yeah, and this will be my first ever completed fanfic.
Now, onto the fic!
Madame Pomfrey looked over Remus and sighed. He had woken up only a couple hours ago, but he hadn't moved or talked. Madame Pomfrey carefully rubbed healing cream on Remus' wrist and ankles, where the burns were the worst. Remus gave a sharp intake of breath and winced, but otherwise did not move.
"I'm sure it hurts, but it will help..." Madame Pomfrey told him. He looked down at her and sighed. Ms. Lupin had fallen asleep before her son had woken up. She started stirring and Remus jerked his head at her, noticing his mother for the first time.
Remus's mother woke up about an hour after Remus first noticed her. She opened her eyes to see her son staring seemingly right through her.
"Remus..." She breathed. He moved his eyes away. Madame Pomfrey walked in with more healing cream. As Madame Pomfrey laid Remus back on his bed, she looked at Remus's mother, who looked like she was fighting back tears.
"I know it looks bad now Ms. Lupin, but he will get better. Here, go buy him some chocolate, he'll love that." Madame Pomfrey smiled warmly at Ms. Lupin and handed her some money. Ms. Lupin smiled slightly and nodded, taking the money and leaving.
Just as Ms. Lupin left, James, Sirius, and Peter walked in.
"Honestly! Don't you three have class!" Madame Pomfrey yelled at them.
"It's Saturday..." James informed her.
"Then don't you three have detention!" She asked them.
"We were going there... But we decided to visit Remus before we went!" Sirius said. Madame Pomfrey sighed.
"Mr. Lupin is sleeping. Leave him be and be early to your detentions for once!" She told them.
"And Mr. Pettigrew where are you going? You were supposed to have detention with me, remember?" Peter nodded as James and Sirius walked away snickering.
"Peter, I'd understand you'll probably want to take advantage of this detention and spend it with Remus, but you'll be too busy cleaning bedpans. No magic." Madame Pomfrey explained. Peter nodded and got to work.
(Much Later, we'll say close to dinner...)
Once the three stuck-in-detention Marauders got out of detention, they went to visit Remus and his mother. Remus was sitting up sketching, while his mother was reading. (A/N: I can SO EASILY envision Remus as an artist, and I dunno if it's because I'm one or because of how I imagine him...) Remus was slowly munching on a candy bar, which his mother had just recently gotten back with. James and Sirius were provoking Remus and trying to get him to laugh at the same time, while Peter had gone to eat early. Eventually (more like after all of ten minutes) Remus feigned being tired so the other two would leave him alone, even though at the time Remus felt he'd never sleep again.
'How could Sirius do that!' Remus thought.
'His own father creates the friggin' project and he pretends it was like nothing happened!' He growled slightly. He couldn't sleep even though he was physically and mentally exhausted. He looked at his mother, who had patiently waited for his friends to leave and was now talking to Madame Pomfrey about how they should treat him, though they were whispering, Remus could still hear them. Every so often, his mother would look over and smile at him, and Remus had some fun wondering how many grey hairs this caused her.
Once Remus had finally gotten to sleep, Ms. Lupin looked over the pictures in his sketchbook. Most were self-portraits, and some were the other three Marauders. However, once she got to the picture her son was working on earlier, she frowned. Calling Madame Pomfrey over, she asked her about the picture. It was of a boy with dark brown hair, his eyes couldn't be seen. He was being suspended by handcuffs, which Remus had promptly labeled that they were silver. The boy had no shirt on, and in replacement of it there were multiple scratches and bruises, along with burns. The pants were clearly too baggy on the boy, and the belt was on the last hole. Behind the boy in the sketch were the beginnings of a wall, which Remus had also labeled as silver. Anyone with half a brain would know that boy was Remus just a few days ago. His mother choked back oncoming tears, as Madame Pomfrey realized a good way for Remus to tell them (them Dumbledore, his own mother) what had happened to him while he was stuck in the Werewolf Evacuation Project, which they had conveniently nicknamed W.E.P.. Madame Pomfrey explained to Ms. Lupin that through Remus' drawings, they could find out what happened to him in W.E.P. Ms. Lupin liked the idea.
A couple days later, Madame Pomfrey official figured treating Remus was out of her league, and had someone from St. Mungo's pick him up. She made sure to tell the other Marauders and Remus's mother, happy for peace at last, but hoping Remus would get better soon. Remus would probably like St. Mungo's better, anyway; other W.E.P. patients would be there, and maybe Remus would finally talk. Ms. Lupin also liked the idea, and helped Prof. McGonagall pack up Remus' stuff. Dumblebore had decided prior to Remus' departure that he could stay home as long as he needed to get better, and his school stuff would be void-almost as if he had been a foreign exchange student for the entire year, or as long as he needed. Ms. Lupin knew he would like the idea. Dumbledore also said they'd worry about O.W.L.'s when the time came.
Remus was currently playing wizarding video games with a few other hospital patient in the teen room. An area where teenaged patients could hang out, as long as they weren't contagious, and didn't need any wires attached to them. ( ;;;) Remus was undefeated champ since he had gotten to St. Mungo's a week ago. Of course, the older teens couldn't believe they were beaten by a silent, ever-so-polite-looking, fourteen year old boy at (their equivalent to) Mortal Kombat.(copyright whoever owns Mortal Kombat.) Remus was really having a good time, though he got bored easily because fast reflexes and a good memory were the only reason he was beating people on the games. So he went to a book labeled 'Infamous Pranks of 1965' and began reading it, along with the rest of the series.
"I sincerely apologize sir, my son, he can be a trouble-maker sometimes..." Ms. Lupin apologized with a slight smile, making the apology unaccepted. The doctor who treated Remus' burns, which was ever so painful, now had green and red hair ("Close to Christmas, isn't it?" Remus thought to defend himself.) and was sporting a "I have a Ph.D. in medicine and you should all bow to me," neon sign over his head. What surprised Remus is that it worked, once. Ms. Lupin smiled, "Well, doctor, on the bright side-My son IS getting better..."
Author's note: To make up for how long this took to put up, it's three pages long. Remember, if you want a sequel, tell me! Thank you all the reviewers, especially the ones from the very first chapter to now...
Mykah: I just got done with finals last week, so I was busy studying.
Remus:coughyeahrightcough
Mykah: Shaddup! I did! I studied for all classes that required a note card!
Remus: And you still failed Bio!
Mykah: You failed potions.
Remus: No I-Gets report card AHH! I failed potions!
Mykah: I love the privileges of an authoress...grins gives Remus a hug
I.B: I haven't taken them yet, Sigh But I'm gonna fail potions as well...
Mykah: bangs head against desk. CHEMISTRY! Not potions!
I.B.: Same difference. It all sucks.
Mykah and Remus: sigh...Ain't it the truth...
Three months later...
Remus: What, you still haven't posted it?
Mykah: Looks at conversation above. Wow...It's been three months already? Sorry guys...
Remus:stares
Mykah: lightbulb over head I could work on the sixth chapter and put that up with it!
Crickets chirping
Remus: Sweatdrop When! Next year?
Mykah: ...eh heh heh... You see, the problem is that I've been writing the stories on the computer in my room, and the floppy disk I'm using (the only one I have) to transport it to the computer with internet access hates me...
Remus: Excuses excuses...