When one walked into the hospital wing, they could feel the tension in the air. Today was a full moon. After many years the Lupins and Madam Pomfrey had come to know what to expect during a full moon, but with the poison in Remus' blood they had no idea what to expect.

Remus always dread the moon rising, but not tonight. Once the full moon past they would know what effect all of this would have on him during the transformation, and everyone could calm down. Whatever effect it had could not be as bad as having everyone worry about would happen.

Remus sighed, he hoped those did not become famous last words.

Remus sat up and picked up his school bag, that was laying next to the bed, and started looking for something to distract him from both the full moon and how nervous everyone was. He pulled out the magical mapping book that he had gotten out of the library. While he did not have the same faith that James and Sirius had that Hogwarts could be mapped, he saw no reason not to try to find a way.

It wasn't like he had anything better to do.

He had been taking notes from the chapter on unplottable places, when he heard voices coming from Madam Pomfrey's office.

This was nothing new, she seemed to always be talking to somebody in there these day. A lot of times Remus would see his parents or Professor Dumbledore come out of the office. It was clear that they were talking about his illness, which despite everything was not getting any better.

That was it!

Remus was tired of everyone keeping things from him, he was going to find out what they were talking about.

Remus got out of bed and immediately wished he didn't.

While full moons had made him tried and sore in the past, the poison in his system was making things a lot worst. The sudden movement of getting out of bed had made he feel like he was going to throw up.

He ignored this as he walked slowly to the healer's office, only to trip over his blanket that had fallen to the side of his bed when he got up.

Looking around to see if anyone had heard him fall, Remus as surprised when it appeared that no one did. Madam Pomfrey had a sixth sense when it came to someone being out of bed when they shouldn't be. However, it appeared no one did and the talking continued in the office.

Whatever, they were talking about in that office had to be big. With that in mind, Remus got up and slowly made his way to the office.

"Audi Sermone" Remus said pointing his wand at the door. He had learned this spell after years of hanging around James and Sirius. Immediately every word said in the office could be heard outside in the patients' room.

"Are you saying that Remus could die tonight?" Hope asked fear showing through with every word she said.

"Yes," Madam Pomfrey answered. "Whatever potion was used against Remus has had major impact on his physical strength. The other day he tried to head to his classes and was worn out by simply doing that. His transformations take a lot out of him on a normal bases adding this potion into the mix is likely to be to much worst."

"Does Remus know about this?" Lyall asked.

Madam Pomfrey sighed.

"I do not know if I should tell him, so as his parents I am leaving that choice up to you."

"And you are only giving us a few hours to decide if Remus should know?" Hope asked anger starting to show in her voice as well as fear.

"Hope calm down," Lyall said, "I'm sure that Madam Pomfrey has a lot of her plate right now…"

"And they go before the fact that our son is likely to die sooner than we thought," Hope said.

Remus had heard enough. He wave his wand, silencing the conversation.

He knew that everyone was worried about how his transformations would be effected by all of this, but he had never thought that he would die from transforming. Apparently, his parents hadn't thought so either.

"Well," Remus thought, "I knew I was dying anyways, maybe it would be better this way. It would be over quicker."

Minutes later his parents had come out, and looked like they had been crying. Remus did not care if his parents decided to tell him or not, he did not want to talk about it. To make sure he didn't have to Remus pretended to be asleep.

He heard the blankets he had left on the floor being picked up and then he felt them being pulled back over him.

"Why do these things always have to happen to you?" his mum whispered. "Your father thinks we should tell you what Madam Pomfrey said but I don't think there is a need. Because I don't care what she says you are not going to die from this. Not tonight and not in a few months. You are going to live Remus Lupin and we are going to be here for you."

Hope kissed Remus on the forehead and got up. "Get some rest sweetie, you are going to need it."

Remus did not move thinking about what his mother had said. She believed that he was going to be okay, even though all of the evidence pointed to that not being the case. It wasn't just her; his friends were also telling him every chance they got that they thought he was going to be alright.

One time when he had mentioned how likely it was that he was going to die Sirius had taken the liberty to slap him on top the head. Then Sirius told him to not even dare think like that again.

Remus did not want to die, and he was determined to prove his mum and friends right. He was not going to die from this.

While Remus was determining that he would live, Sirius was in their dorm room trying to find a way to help him do that.

Sirius could not of the life of him understand how Remus had gotten poisoned in the first place. Remus was smart enough to know not to eat or drink something that some random person gave him.

Hours of looking through books on poisoning and potions that have gone bad, kept leading Sirius back to the same conclusion; Remus would have had to have drink whatever it was.

"It could be a curse," Sirius thought. "No it can't be it the symptoms don't match and Madam Pomfrey would have noticed if that was the case. Also being a werewolf Remus could hear a pin drop all the way at the other side of the Great Hall during dinner, there is no way that someone would be able to get close enough to curse him without him noticing."

In frustration Sirius throw all of the books off of his bed. Than he it came him. It had been staring him in the face. Remus wouldn't have taken the potion if someone tried to give it to him, but if the slipped it into his food he would have. The best way for some one to do this would have been through his meals in the Great Hall.

Whoever poisoned Remus could have easily gotten it to him through the kitchens.

With this thought Sirius hurried out of his dorm room and out though the common area. Sirius ran down the corridors, completely ignoring the teachers and perfects who shouted at him to slow down.

If Sirius had been paying attention he would have noticed that this was the quickest he had even gotten to the kitchens from the dorm room. Him and James had always been trying to get there fastest, ever since they discover where the kitchen where located in their first year.

Sirius tickled the pear and walked into the kitchens. As soon as they noticed Sirius every house elf bowed.

"I have a question to ask you and it is very important," Sirius said.

"Of course sir, however we can be of service," the nearest house elf answered.

"A friend of mine has been poisoned," Sirius said, "Did anyone put anything in the food, that is not usually in it."

"No sir, we never allow that," answered the elf.

"No sir," the elf answered nervously, "have a good day sir. The elves than pushed Sirius out of the kitchens as quick as they could.

When the kitchen door had closed behind him, Sirius knew that he was right. The Hogwarts house elves were always willing to help, also this was the first time he went into the kitchens and they haven't tried to get him to take baskets of food.

As a member of a pureblood family he knew how houses elves work. They had to listen to every member of the family, but could not members of the family's secrets not even to other members of the family. Sirius had used this to his advantage many times with Kreacher. However, there was one exception to this rule. House elves would have to tell the head of the family any thing they had directly asked them.

If the house elves of Hogwarts worked the same way, they could not tell him anything a fellow student had done. They would, however, have to tell Dumbledore if he asked.

With this in mind Sirius ran for Dumbledore's office.