A/N and Disclaimer
Yawn, I get tired of writing these things. Anyway, part five! Set during Harry's third year, of course, when Remus discovers Peter is alive and the whole Shrieking Shack incident occurs, etc. etc. Also, almost all of Remus's lines are directly from the book, but it's told from his point of view. I couldn't have properly done this situation justice without using the original lines, so no credit to me on that part. I own none of the characters, nor those lines, and the lyrics below are by Switchfoot. Enjoy and review!

1994
Give me one more time around, give me one more chance to see,
Give me everything you are, give me one more chance to be near you,
When everything inside me looks like everything I hate
You are the hope I have for change
You are the only chance I'll take

He really didn't get it.
There were so many questions, so many things running through his mind. And there was no time to find the answers. It was like being suddenly put into overdrive without warning.

Peter was alive, and Sirius was at Hogwarts.

The narrow passageway was not much changed since he'd last seen it. A thick layer of dust covered everything, having not been used for years, and it seemed much smaller than what he'd remembered. There were footprints in the dust though. Two human, one dog, and the marks of someone who had presumably been dragged through the tunnel.
The house was silent, but it wasn't unoccupied. He could sense something. The floorboards creaked as he walked across the room, wand at the ready.

"We're up here! We're up here- Sirius Black- Quick!" came Hermione's voice from upstairs.

When he burst into the room, Harry was the first thing he saw. He looked panicked, and his wand was out, pointed at a crumpled figure on the floor. The figure looked up.

"Where is he, Sirius?"

He looked like death. His hair was long and matted, and he was much paler than could be considered healthy. What looked like a bunch of rags was all that clung to his thin frame. But his eyes were the same.

Black.
He couldn't look away.

Sirius raised one hand and pointed, slowly, never taking his eyes off of him.
It was Ron. Ron and that damn pet rat. Of course. Why hadn't he thought of that?

"But then…" he started, the wheels turning in his mind. "…why hasn't he shown himself before now? Unless"-
Something clicked. Something in his brain connected and he just knew and it was right because it had to be. All those years…
"-unless he was the one…unless you switched…without telling me?"

They'd been staring at each other for what seemed like ages. Then very slowly, Sirius nodded, confirming everything.

Remus felt like he was in seventh year again, like none of this had ever happened, like it was he and James and Peter and Sirius there in the Shrieking Shack after one of his transformations. Harry was watching him with his father's face and his mother's eyes.

Remus stepped forward, helped Sirius to his feet, and pulled him into possibly the fiercest hug he had ever given.
Sirius's face was buried in his shoulder "Moony, I'm sorry…"
Remus almost laughed out loud. "No one's called me that in years."