Tuesday was rainy. Awful day for double Herbology, especially when it was first class of the day. Each student wore a sweatshirt underneath their robes, and a pair of gloves. Remus shivered, too cold to concentrate on the proper way to replant a Moly, a flower with a black stem and blue-ish petals. The poor boy's hands shook as he dug them into the rich soil, grabbing the plant by it's roots and yanking it out of the pot. Remus gave a harsh fit of coughing before placing the flower into the bigger pot, where it would have more room to grow.

Professor Sprout, a young but short woman, bustled over to inspect it, not noticing the heavy bags under Remus' eyes from a sleepless night. She huffed in annoyance as she noticed that Remus hadn't taken the time to properly separate and spread out the roots and told him to try again.

Lily Evans, a muggle born girl in his year and house and was standing next to him, gave Remus a look of confusion. The small boy usually took the most extreme care whenever doing something in class. He was the only Marauder who took notes, who paid attention, and made acceptable, and keep in mind, acceptable potions.

"Lupin," she said, "are you alright?"

Remus nodded, wearily, giving a soft,

"Fine,"

before doubling over in a loud bought of coughing. Lily rubbed small circles in his back till it subsided, and than said.

"You should go to the hospital wing."

Remus shook his head.

"I'm f-fine, Evans, r-really," he stuttered out, "j-just a c-cold. I'll b-be b-better tomorrow."

Lily shook her head, not understanding the stubbornness of boys, and sent a pleading look over to the Slytherin area, where Severus was carefully parting the roots.

The boy caught her gaze with his own, shrugged, and went back to working. Lily glared at him, and turned back to Remus as he straightened up.

"I-I really a-am fine," he said, going back to separating his roots. Lily once again gave him a worried look before sighing and turning back to her own plant.

James Potter's evening, in two words, seriously sucked. Lily was ignoring him (no surprise there) Sirius was flirting (once again, no surprise) Remus was curled up in an armchair half asleep, and Peter was attempting his homework. "Remus," Peter said, looking up from the floor towards his semi-conscious friend, "How do you prepare Dragonfly Thoraxes for a Calmness Draught?" Remus sighed and said in no more than a mutter.

"G-Grind them to a p-paste, and then-n p-put them w-where the light h-hits them at a thirty d-degree angle. Finish by l-lightly sprinkling p-powered unicorn tail hair on i-it."

In the firelight, the small boy's dark circles were even more prominent against his chalk-white face. Remus shivered violently and suddenly saying softly.

"Blimey, it's c-cold in here."

James looked up from his Transfiguration essay to stare at his friend who was sitting almost directly in front of the fireplace. He stared at his friend's ghost-like appearance, and said.

"Moony, how about you go to bed."

Remus looked at him like he had gone mad.

"But you guys haven't finished your homework yet," he said. James sighed. Even though that was true, Remus looked like death itself.

"Go to bed, Remus," he demanded. Remus groaned, but relief was evident in his eyes as he dragged himself out of the chair and up the staircase.

James had hoped Remus would look better when they woke up on Wednesday. He was so wrong.

First off, he, Sirius, and Peter spent, like, ten minutes trying to get their friend out of bed to almost no prevail.

Then, they realized they didn't have enough time to actually get Remus dressed, so they simply threw his robe over his white and baby blue striped pajamas, and quickly tied his tie.

At breakfast they had to practically spoon feed him porridge.

And that was just the morning.