They had broken a lot of school rules over the years, but tonight they were really pushing it, in James opinion.

The night before when they ran into Snape, James wanted to pour poison down his throat. As satisfying as he knew it would be; it would not help Remus. However, Snape claiming not to have any involvement in what happened did not help his control. Despite his hatred for the person delivering it, the news Snape had given them had been the best news he had heard in days.

There was a chance at a cure for Remus.

James wanted to go straight to Dumbledore and tell him what Snape had told them. Sirius on the other hand didn't think that was the best idea. Sirius believed that they would find the information faster if they did things themselves.

Personally, James thought that Sirius was still upset about the way that Dumbledore handled finding out how Remus was poisoned. The more Sirius talked the more James believed this to be true.

Now James found himself in the middle of Hogsmeade just only a few hours before dawn. Shortly after curfew Sirius had snuck into the village and purchased a pouch of Floo Powered.

The plan was simple. They would sneak into Hogsmeade in the middle of the night and use the Floo network from the Hogs Head to get to Diagon Alley. According to Sirius the Hogs Head security was probably the worst in the whole wizarding world, anyone could get in and out of there without being noticed. Once in Diagon Alley they would find somewhere to take cover until morning and than head to Knockturn Alley's potion shop. According to Snape, this in hole in the wall shop would sell you anything and ask no questions about what you were going to use it for. It specialized in poisons.

When they entered the Hogs Head, James couldn't help but wonder how the place managed to keep any business. Everything was covered in dust and he knew that he would never eat anything that came out of here.

"There it is," Sirius said pointing to the large fireplace on the back wall.

"Alright, I will go last so that I'll have the powder on me for our trip back," Sirius said opening the pouch in his hand.

After Peter took some of the powder and left to through the fireplace, James following closely behind. This had to be one of James least favorite ways to travel. Muggle transportation may be slow, but at least it didn't make the traveler uncomfortable the whole way.

Shortly after stepping into the fireplace James stepped out into Diagon Alley and Sirius followed not long after.

They quickly made their way down Diagon Alley to the potion shop that Snape had told them about. The shop itself was small, so small in fact that they had very nearly missed it when they were looking. The inside of the shop was so small that there was barely enough room of the three of them and the front desk. The place as dark and damp, making whoever was brave enough to step in the room with the rotten fish smell quickly wish that they hadn't.

The man sitting behind the counter was just as appealing. The man had a distinctive smell to him that James could not even describe, with food stains and holes covering his clothes. The man had so much dirt under his finger nails that they appeared to be black around the edges and had so much grease in his hair that it stuck up in odd places.

"What do you want," he said glaring at them.

"You had a customer by the name of Severus Snape in here a while back and we would like to know what you sold him," Sirius said stepping up to the counter.

"Now look here," the sales man said. "I don't go out giving information on my clients to just anyone how walks in off of the streets. Its bad for business you know."

At this Sirius pulled out a small bag from the pocket of his robes and spilled the contents out onto the counter. James mouth fall open when he saw the galleons hit the counter, he had no idea that his friend had that kind of money.

The sale's man was just as shocked as James was. He picked up on of the galleons and bit down on it, as if checking to make sure it was real. Than he looked down at Sirius.

"Where did you get that kind of money," he asked.

"I come from a very powerful family," Sirius said. Shocking James even more. Sirius hated his family and everything to do with them. The idea that he would use them for help with anything in anyway was unheard of.

"Let me see what records say," the sales man said.

"I would also like a list of what was in that potion if you have it," Sirius said.

The sales man only nodded. It wasn't long before he came back carrying a small vital and an old piece of parchment.

"Here," he said handing it to Sirius.

With that Sirius took James and Peter be the arms and lead them out.

Once they were a good distance from the shop James turned to Sirius.

"Why did you tell that man you were from a powerful family?"

"I've had to go into places like that with them. The people who run those kinds of shops are only interested in money, that's way they are willing to sale things like this poison and not ask what the customer plans to do with it. However, while they generally play act tough they are scared of the pureblood families," Sirius explained. "By letting him know I came from one, I knew that he was going to do everything he could to keep me happy."

Sirius gave a disgusted face and he stuck out his tongue.

"If either of you ever mention this to anyone, I promise our friendship will be over and you will have to sleep with one eye open from the rest of your life," Sirius said.

James and Peter nodded, neither of them would ever dare say anything.

"I did that only because Remus needs this so badly, I would not have brought up my family if it wasn't because of that," Sirius said.

James could tell by the sound of his voice that Sirius was trying to justify this to himself more than anything else.

"The important thing now is that we have know what is in that poison," James said quickly changing the subject.

"Even better, we have a sample of the poison," Sirius said holding up the vital. "If all goes will Madam Pomfrey will be able to use this to find a cure. Old Moony could be back on his feet by the end of the week."

"How are we going to explain how we got that?" Peter asked.

James and Sirius stopped in their tracks; neither of them had thought of that.

"Don't worry about that," Sirius said waving his hand in dismissal. "The teachers will understand why we did what we did."