AN:

I decided that in evry chapter I'll tell you something funny in Hebrew (if I can think of one)... so this chapter is about how you say "stop it" or "quite it" ... you know, when a friend is bothering you and you want him to stop. So in Hebrew you say "DAI!" and it sounds like the word die in English. So if someone like me, who speaks Hebrew, goes to England or to the USA (or any other place where people talk in English) and he wants to tell his friend to stop bothering him, he will say "DAI" and all the people around him will think he tells his friend to die, but he really won't... ha ha..

so anyway...

Here's chapter 4 :P

enjoy^^

Remus' point of view

Remus didn't see Sirius that day. He didn't know if it was because he avoided him, or if it was Sirius. Or maybe both of them did. The last time he saw him was when he woke up that morning and Sirius was still asleep in his bed. The room was empty except for them, so Remus harried to get dressed and went down to breakfast before he would have to deal with his sleeping friend.

James cheered him up a little, but he was still afraid and avoided meeting Sirius. Remus just didn't like to talk about these kinds of things. It was hard for him to express himself with words, and he just didn't like that people knew too much about him (even if, technically, it was James and not him this time.)

But despite all this, a worm feeling escorted him that day. Sirius loved him. He hadn't said it literally, but it'd definitely hinted from his words.

Remus didn't know how to deal with this knowledge, which frightened him and made him happy at the same time. He knew he couldn't do anything about it yet, and that from now on he would have to be more careful around Sirius.

He spent most of the day in a back corner of the library, at first with James and then by himself. The essay for Professor Kenley was done long ago, and eventually Remus decided it was time for him to go back to Gryffindor tower. He gathered his things into James' heavy bag and left the library.

It was already late in the afternoon and Remus decided it was time for him and Sirius to talk. It had to happen sooner or later, and now was the later.

But while he was doing his way to Gryffindor's common room he noticed a bright haired guy running towards him, with a smile on his face and a broom in his hand.

"Hey, Moony!" he said, and Remus smiled at him. "I thought I should help you practice, before you'll make a fool out of yourself, what will be pity, since you'll actually make a fool out of me." James threw the broom to Remus, who caught it in concern.

"Um…" he mumbled and looked at the broom in his hand. It was long and made out of oak. James had got it to his last birthday from his parents, and was very proud of it. "Oh, alright." He agreed to James' offer, mostly because he didn't want to come to his first practice with the team and not be ready.

They walked together to the Quidditch field, trying not to bump into anyone. James took one of the school's old brooms from the small broom's closet, and also brought the big red ball; the Quaffle. They arrived to the center of the field, each holding his broom.

"Alright," said James, "put the broom down and say, 'up!'"

Remus did as he was told, but the broom didn't move.

"Try again," ordered James, though he sounded much less enthusiastic.

Remus tried, but couldn't do it right.

James stared at the broom in frustration. Remus was nervous too, but not because of his failure. He knew this would happen, exactly like in their first year, so it wasn't a surprise he couldn't do it now. He was afraid of the flight he knew was going to come.

"Well, just grab it." Finally James gave up, and Remus sighed and picked up the broom.

He sat on it, imitating James' moves, while a strange feeling, like excitement, started to fill him.

"On my count," said James and bend down. Remus did the same. "Three, two, one, now!"

Remus kicked his legs in the ground and then felt himself rise up in the air. He looked down but regretted it immediately; everything seemed so small and far away from that high.

James took of too and float in circles around Remus. "Well done!" he yelled, so Remus could hear him despite the strong wind. "You're doing great!" Remus disagreed with him. "Now circle the field once and come back here!"

In spite of his fear Remus diverted his broom and tried to aim it to the end of the field. Slowly he circled the large field, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

James watched and cheered him the whole time.

When he finished he returned to where James was and stabilized himself.

"Great!" called James, getting near him. "Catch the Quaffle and try to throw it to the hoops. I'll play the keeper." He gave Remus the ball, turned around and flew to the hoops in the end of the field.

Remus held the broom in one hand and positioned the Quaffle under his arm, trying not to look down. He flew after James that already took his place by the right hoop.

"Ready?!" roared James, trying to overcome the wind.

Remus nodded, even though he didn't feel ready at all. While trying not to fall he let go of his broom and grasped the Quaffle in both hands. He flew towards James and threw it to the right hoop with all the power he had. James didn't even have to move; The Quaffle missed the hoop and started falling towards the ground.

Remus followed his friend with his gaze, who dived in order to catch the falling ball. Remus glanced at the ground underneath him by mistake. In the same moment his head started to spin and he lost his balance. He tried to grasp the broom again but his glasses dropped from his eyes and his vision became blurred.

"Prongs!" he called. But James was too far away from him, and he felt himself falling. The ground became nearer and nearer, until he lost his consciousness.

When Remus opened his eyes for the first time he wasn't sure where he was. He looked around him and saw a lot of beds covered in white blankets. He himself laid in one of those beds.

It's the second time I'm in the infirmary in two days. And it's not even close to the full moon, he thought while bringing his hands to his eyes to scratched them. Glasses were blocking his way.

Then he remembered everything that had happened since he woke up after the spell lesson on Friday; his conversation with Dumbledore, Sirius' confession, His and James' practice… he remembered he'd fainted when he fell from his broom, but didn't know what had happened since then, and how was he not dead?

He tried to rise up but felt a sharp pain in his right leg. It seemed it'd broken somehow, perhaps from his crash after the fall. He looked for other hurt places in his body but didn't find any.

Just when he was about to call to Madam Pomfrey the door to the infirmary opened and in the entrance stood a tall guy who wore Gryffindor's uniform.

Remus blushed, then remembered James Potter didn't use to blush, so he looked away from the boy and tried to focus on something else.

He heard footsteps getting near him and finally he raised his gaze to meet the grey eyes of Sirius Black that stood next to his bed.

"Hi, Padfoot," he said.

Sirius looked at him and then sat on one of the chairs next to the bed. "James…" he mumbled, "about yesterday…"

Remus got even redder. "Ah, yeah, about that-" he started, but Sirius cut him off.

"I love you, James, but- but not like that."

Remus blinked, staring at his friend. "What?"

Sirius ran his hand through his hair. "I told you yesterday that I'm in love. But it's not you, James."

Remus kept staring at him for a few moments, and then exploded in laughter.

"You thought-" he almost choked, "you thought that I-" it was too much. He didn't even have to try and act like James. Even once he hadn't think Sirius may be in love with James.

After a few minutes of laughing his stomach began to ach and he had to stop and chuckle instead. When he saw Sirius was staring at him in confusion he harried to explain.

"I know you're not in love with me, Padfoot."

This time it was Sirius' turn to blink. "You know?"

"Of course I know."

"Then why… Why, you know… Why did you kiss me?"

Remus tried to remember James' explanation for that question. "I just wanted to know what it's like, to kiss a bloke."

"Oh," Sirius was relieved. "Thanks Merlin. You've no idea, I thought that you-"

"Yeah, well," said Remus. "I'm not." He promised. Or at least, James is not...

Sirius smiled at him. He seemed much more comfortable now. "Promise me you'll never try it again."

Remus laughed. He had no doubt James would never kiss Sirius in his free will. "I promise," he said, "That James Potter will never kiss Sirius Black again."

Sirius stared at him as if he just fell from the moon. "O-kay… Sirius Black is very thankful."

Remus smirked, feeling a lot better. Now that the embarrassing part was over, there were few things he needed to find out. "So… It's Remus, right?"

"What about Remus?" asked Sirius, avoiding his eyes.

"He's the one you're in love with, isn't he?" pushed Remus. He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Sirius say it.

It took Sirius a few seconds to answer, but eventually he lowered his head and nodded. "You can't tell him," he stated. "Promise me you won't tell him."

"I promise." said Remus. His whole body was shaking. He was sure the huge grin on his face seemed very stupid. Lucky for him, Sirius was still looking at the floor. "Why did you never tell me?"

"I dunno," Sirius shrugged. "I didn't know what your reaction will be. I didn't want it to ruin anything. I've already ruined enough last year, you know, with Snape and the Whomping Willow…"

Remus didn't respond. It took him a long time to get over what Sirius did, and even more time to forgive him. It was hard to think someone he loved so much could betray him that way and revile his secret to his enemy. But eventually he was able to forgive Sirius, and he wasn't ready to open it up so soon.

"Yes," he said, "I understand." He sent Sirius an encouraging smile, knowing that what James would have done. "Let's talk about something else."

Sirius nodded in agreement, finally raising his eyes from the floor. "So, Quidditch accident, eh?" he teased. "That's new."

Remus ran his hand through his hair, like James used to do when he was nervous. "I didn't practice for a long time." It wasn't really a lie. After all, it's been only a month since the beginning of the year, and James didn't have that much practices.

Sirius smirked. "Why did you even went to practice alone? Didn't you say you have a practice in Wednesday?"

"I wasn't alone," said Remus, "I was with-" he stopped, didn't know what to say. He couldn't say he went to practice with Remus. Everyone, including Sirius, knew Remus Lupin did not fly.

But fortunately, Sirius just ignored him. "You're lucky Moony was around to soften your fall."

Remus stared at him. "What? How do you know that?" he asked in confusion.

"He told me," Sirius shrugged. So that was James' cover story. It was always good to have friends with good cover stories, especially if you wanted to pull pranks on people.

"Oh, yeah, I'm very lucky." He said with a grin.

"I think I should go." Sirius stretched and got up from his seat. "It's almost curfew, and I have no clue where you put the clock. It wasn't in your trunk when I was looking for it." Remus assumed James put it in his new trunk. "I'll see you tomorrow. I hope Pomfrey will let you out in time for breakfast." He said and while smiling at Remus went out of the infirmary.