So here is chapter seven, and I really hope you guys enjoy it. Disclaimer same as always. Warning: Slash, and a little gore in this one. Not gruesome or anything, but just throwing it in there in case.

As we ran together, for the first time in two weeks, for the same cause, it almost felt like old times. I didn't want to get the wrong idea though. Who was to say they would stay with us after this? Maybe they just felt guilty.

On the grounds, the first thing I noticed was that it was eerily quiet. No sound made by a living creature reached our ears as we ran. The wind blew through the trees, causing ominous creaking sounds, but other than that there was nothing. No sound of the distant howling from the shack, like we used to be able to hear. No sound from inside the forest. Nothing.

I would have rather heard the distant howling of Moony in pain, rather than the heart wrenching silence that meet my ear drums. The howling would have meant that he was at least still alive, but it couldn't mean anything good if he was silent.

James and Peter weren't talking. The strange tension in the air prevented us from finding the words to describe what needed to be said.

Peter transformed as quickly as possible. He darted forward, and pressed the knob on the tree. James and I hurried forward and slid down into the tunnel, Peter close behind. I raced down the familiar path that we traveled so often.

I didn't know what to expect as I took the stairs two at a time. Before I went into the room, I transformed, and jumped the final stair and bounded into the room. I froze in the door way, where Prongs barreled into me, almost tripping, hooves sliding on the wood floor, Wormtail nearly dislodged from between his antlers.

Moony was curled in the very corner of the room, barley breathing. With the way he was laying, we couldn't see how bad it was, but it didn't look good. There was blood on the floor, and the furniture was shredded to pieces. Moony lifted his head very slightly to gaze at us, before he let it drop back to the floor with a soft 'thud'. He whined at us, a heartbreaking sound that chilled me to the bones. I had never heard him make such a pleading, defeated noise during any of the times we'd been with him.

I crawled across the room slowly, not able to remove my eyes from the pain filled, honey colored orbs that were gazing at me with a mix between betrayal and hope. When I made it to where he was lying, I dropped down lower and whimpered. He returned the noise sadly, and I licked him across the muzzle. I pressed against him, trying to keep him warm. James clopped over to us, and dropped down next to him as well.

There was nothing we could do until morning. We just had to make sure he stayed awake. Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be able to come and see him yet, and there was a very slim chance Moony would let us near him in our human bodies.

Moony's breathing was labored, and he drew in breath with a slight whistle. I looked at Prongs, who meet my eyes, and I was surprised at the amount of pain and guilt that looked back at me from his brown eyes.

That was enough for me. Everything that had happened, I could forgive him for, in that moment of pain and guilt that we both shared. I laid my head down on my paws next to Moony's. Prongs hung his head, staring at the dust that was gathering on the floor.

Our breath sent up little puffs of dust, and I took to counting each cloud to pass the time, which passed slowly. Moony kept nodding off, but I would nudge him in the side, and he would open his eyes blearily.

When dawn came, Moony writhed in pain, howling in pain, and when his transformation finished, the pain had caused him to lose consciousness. I transformed back, and rolled him over so we could see how badly he was hurt. James watched over my shoulder anxiously.

He had long scratches down his arms and legs, but the worst was on his chest. It was scratched and bitten so deeply, I was sure I could fit most of my finger into the cuts. I pulled out my wand, and charmed his pants back on. I quickly put my wand back in my pocket.

"Can we risk carrying him back ourselves? Or do we have to wait until she comes to get him?" James asked nervously from the corner.

"The question is if we can risk waiting." I said. I knelt down by Remus. I shook his shoulder lightly. "Moony? Come on, you need to wake up." He remained motionless. I shook him a little harder. He groaned, but didn't open his eyes.

"I think we should carry him back. I don't think he'll make it until Madame Pomfrey comes for him." Peter said quietly from the place where he was pacing.

I looked over at him. He was pale, but he looked determined. I nodded finally. "Let's move, and fast."

I picked up Remus and jogged down the stairs quickly. We speed down the tunnel. Peter went out before us and pushed the knob freezing the tree. We clambered out after him.

When we got to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey was filing out some papers in her office. When she looked up and saw us enter, she sprang to her feet and started moving around, gathering things.

"Put him in the back room, quickly Sirius." She said, sounding worried.

I did as instructed, setting Remus on the bed in his private room for after his transformation, and then James, Peter and I hung back nervously not knowing what to do.

I paced, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to say we could go in and see him.

When she finally emerged, she looked grim.

"Is he ok?" We all asked, almost shouted, at the same time.

She looked at us for a moment before saying. "He's stable." The tone of her voice didn't sound hopeful.

"Is he going to make it?" I asked quietly, almost so low that now one could hear.

"I don't know. Honestly, it doesn't look good." She admitted, wringing her hands nervously.

We slowly entered the room where Remus was. I sank down into the chair next to the bed, James and Peter sat in the chairs across from us.

We watched Remus silently for a while. The sadness that filled me was overwhelming. I could lose him. Madame Pomfrey wasn't confident that'd he'd live. I had been so stupid. Why hadn't I gone earlier? Why hadn't I just gone with him? I shouldn't have promised him anything, and now, my mistake could cost Remus his life. I'd never get to talk to him again. Never see those honey colored eyes. Never get to hear his laugh. I'd never get to kiss him again. We'd never get to spend all lunch at the lake with Lily. He'd never push me in the lake, and the come in after me because he felt bad again. I'd never get to tell him I loved him again. He'd never say it back to me.

Suddenly there were so many things I hadn't done for him. So many stupid things I took for granted. I hadn't told him I loved him enough. I hadn't bough him a good enough present for his birthday. I hadn't held his hand as often as I should have. I hadn't spent enough time with him. I didn't help him in the library as often as I should have. I hadn't watched the sunrise with him that one day he'd asked me to.

And suddenly, I started crying again. Why had I been such a failure? Why had I been such a horrible boyfriend to him? Why hadn't I spent ever moment I could with him? There were so many things that I might not get to say to him. So many things I may never have the chance to do with him again. So many stupid things I had all the time in the world to do, but never wanted to because I was a selfish git that couldn't see past my own wants and needs.

"This is all my fault." James said, breaking the silence.

I looked up at him, vision blurry. "We're equally to blame for this James. I should have never promised not to come."

He looked at me sadly. "You were keeping a promise. I wasn't there in time because I couldn't see over the fact that you guys were together. Love is love, but I didn't figure that out until it was too late. I probably wouldn't have even thought about the full moon unless you'd talked to me when you had."

Peter nodded his head in agreement. "We should have stopped being so stupid a long time ago. About the time we saw what other people where doing to you. When we saw his back is when we should have stopped. On top of all he's gone through, the gods thrust this upon his as well."

I wiped my eyes on my sleeve, trying to be able to see better. James' eyes were red as were Peter's. It seemed that they were about as upset as I was.

I smiled at them. "There's nothing we can do now. That's the past." I didn't need their apology any more. Remus might, but I was fine now. I believed that they were sorry, and that was enough.


I blinked open my eyes, but closed them quickly due to the bright light. Squinting, I tried to guess where I was. I felt confused and disoriented. I could see a mass of black hair moving around. Pacing it looked like.

"Pads?" I whispered, voice hoarse. The black blob of hair stopped short and turned around, peering down at me.

"Sirius! Sirius come over here quick. Peter, go get Madame Pomfrey. He's awake!" The voice of the black hair called.

It wasn't Sirius, it was… James? I tried to open my eyes wider, but the lights still blinded me. I couldn't imagine why James was here. Was it possible I really had died? I had figured I would. Death shouldn't be this painful, but why else would James be here? I hadn't even said good bye to Sirius. What was I supposed to do now? I started panicking a bit inside my head.

"Rem? Moony? I'm here. Come on, talk to me Remus." Sirius' voice this time. I would know that voice anywhere.

"I never said goodbye!" I moaned, thinking about how I had just walked away from him. Maybe this was god letting me change what I wanted to fix. "Sirius, I'm so sorry. I should have said goodbye."

"What are you talking about Rem? What do you mean?" Sirius' voice asked sounding frightened. "James, he's delusional."

"No, I'm not! I didn't say good bye to you, and now I'll never see you again." I said in despair, trying to look for the source of his voice. The bright light was hurting my head.

"Remus, what are you talking about? Of course you're going to see me again." Sirius' voice told me frantically.

I heard more voices now.

"Move Sirius! Let me see him." Madame Pomfrey?

Then another voice cut in. "Is he ok? Did he say anything?" Peter.

"I think he thinks he's dead. He kept saying stuff about saying goodbye to Sirius. Said he was sorry he hadn't said good bye, and how he'd never see Sirius again." James explained, talking rapidly.

"Oh Remus!" Lily's voice cried out.

I wasn't dead? My brain hurt too much to think, and then there was a cold glass pressing against my lips, and then there was a liquid pouring into my throat. It cleared my head up a little, and I could open my eyes enough to see. The lights didn't hurt anymore, thankfully. I could finally see where I was.

I was in my private room in the hospital wing. I tried to sit up, but a multitude of hands came and pressed me back down.

There were five anxious faces peering down at me. I looked at them individually.

There was Madame Pomfrey looking frazzled. Then James was next to her, looking relieved. Peter looked pale. Lily's eyes were brimming with tears. And finally, Sirius, who looked worst of all. He had dark circles under his eyes, and looked like he hadn't eaten or slept for almost a week. His eyes were bright red from crying.

"Padfoot? Prongs? Wormtail? Lily?" I asked, trying to figure out what could possibly be going on.

Sirius made a noise that sounded like a mix between a hiccup and a sob.

"God Moony, I thought I'd lost you."

OK another chapter up and done! So review and tell me what you think! I hope you guys enjoy it.