Remus' heart was filled with guilt, because of him Lily and James had a fight … again. In normal circumstances a discussion between James and Lily wasn't unusual. This time James said nothing, not even a word he just sat there his eyes looking sad and broken, even Sirius had become compassionated. No jokes, no pranks, and whole Gryffindor thought he'd died. If only Lily could understand that he was protecting her, she was a very smart and clever girl but didn't see how much James Potter really loved her, instead she was throwing assaults at him every time his depressing appearance came in her view. Remus noticed the boy didn't sleep at all, he spent his nights looking at the ceiling, thinking. He had to do something, that something was telling the truth.
'Lily?' he said quiet, she was sleeping with her head on charms. 'Lily? 'he said it a little louder, she woke up, eyes half open. 'What? Remus?' she had made her answer sound like Remus was puss coming out a pimple. 'I need to talk to you,' he barely opened his mouth. 'You are talking to me,' she answered shortly. 'James ….' Lily interrupted Remus,' if you came here because that idiot sent you, you can leave.' His hand weaved her reaction away, he responded: 'To much words… I came here to tell you the truth, James was only protecting you Lily, from me.' The girl looked surprised: 'Why did he have to protect me then? From my own foolishness?' the boy sighted: 'Like I said from me… I'm a werewolf.' Lily thought her ears weren't working well, on the other hand she had a theory about it. 'But how … Sirius... James…Peter? 'She asked. 'Unregistered Animagi,' his finger pointed at the boy's dormitory, he went to sit with the other two Marauders who were both looking at her. The whole puzzle was falling into pieces. She packed her stuff and went to the dormitory.
She knocked on the 7th year's door, no sound, she decided to open the door anyway. James was lying on his four poster, looking at nothing. 'What kind of animal are you?' he fell almost out of his bed, the sudden noise had surprised him. He looked at the girl, really looked at her, an unexpected, pleasant feeling rushed through Lily's bones. 'What animal are you?' she asked again. 'A stag,' he smiled. 'A stag? I expected a pig, which fits you more.' She sat next to him, 'I am sorry for my behaviour, Mister Potter,' Lily didn't look at him, to ashamed of herself. 'If you had followed us that night, if I hadn't seen you, you could be dead, if you were dead I would be dead not physical but in my mind. I love you Lily.'