Remus, James, and Peter trudged moodily back to Gryffindor Tower. They felt at a loss for anything to say or do.

"Potronus" muttered James and the portrait of the fat lady swung open. They walked into the common room and up to bed. Only Peter could sleep. James and Remus kept thinking of the Hospital Wing, of Sirius.

McGonagall had come in while they were all there.

"What's going on here Potter?" McGonagall swept into the infirmary. As the head of Sirius's house she had to inspect any serious injuries of her students. Since neither she nor Madam Pomfrey had any idea as to what Sirius was afflicted with they had called in the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Cantrell, and the Potions teacher, Professor Brown, to assist. None of the teachers could find an actual name for the 'problem' Sirius was facing.

The Marauders were told to go back to bed. They were told that Sirius would be ok. They said he should wake up soon.

"It was Snape!" James sat up in bed suddenly. He knew Remus wasn't asleep.

"I donno Prongs," Remus sighed, as awake as ever. Faint rays of morning light slid through the dormitory curtains and emphasized the worry in Remus's eyes. "We did go into the woods the other day, who knows? He may have stepped on something bad. It isn't always Severus who is out to get us."

"Yeah, but... Did you see the way he kept looking at us during dinner? He did this! I know he did."

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The distressed Marauders got up and dressed as soon as breakfast was ready. Then they went to classes, but it was ever so hard to focus.

"Mr. Potter?" Professor McGonagall stopped in front of his desk. James snapped out of his dreams about Sirius and noticed Professor McGonagall had a worried look on her face. "Where is your mouse Potter?"

"Oh, I um... I vanished it."

"Mr. Potter, we are not vanishing our mice today; we are turning them into chocolate. And by the looks of it you need some." McGonagall looked at him sternly. "Alright," She sighed, "Turn this mouse," she placed another one on his desk, "Into a chocolate, and you will be free to go spend the rest of my class with Mr. Black in the hospital wing.

As James sped down the hallway he wondered just why he was so anxious. The Professors said he should be up soon, but still, James couldn't stop thinking about him. Neither could Remus.

James and Sirius were walking through a cemetery. Suddenly a hand shot up through the ground. It grabbed Sirius's leg and pulled him down.

"Sirius?" James looked lovingly down on his friend. Sirius began to sweat and quake. "Shh, Padfoot it's ok. Just remember, you are special to us."

Sirius and James were in a large stone chamber, they were on opposite sides, separated by an army of the undead. Sirius gripped his wand tightly. Suddenly a green/grey hand stretched out and grabbed it. Sirius heard a snap and looked down to see his wand laying broken on the floor. The mass of dead bodies surrounded him.

"Remus, Peter and I, we love you, and we won't let anything bad happen to you." James sat next to Sirius's bed stroking his friend's hair. Sirius's breathing became stilled and his breathing became shallow. "Sirius, I really care about you, and I am trying to make this better. This is useless!" James stood up suddenly. "You can't hear me!" He began to walk swiftly towards the exit.

James inched toward the stone door. The corpses advanced on Sirius, forming a tight-knit circle around him. Sirius stood tall in the center. One body stepped into the circle with Sirius, in its hands was a large tombstone. It struck Sirius upside his head. Sirius fell to the floor. Sirius looked around, blood was in his eyes but he wiped some of it away, through the legs of the bodies looming over him he saw James turn and flee.

"NO! Don't leave me! Please James, don't go! HELP ME!" The tombstone was flying towards him again. He just caught the words inscribed on it: Sirius Black.