"You know. The potion," she said, as if emphasizing 'the' was going to make anything clearer.
"Uhhh, yeah. Of course!" James said, hitting his head with his knuckle for added effect.
"So...I know you told me that you didn't think James would do that, and, well, I agree. I didn't think he could have been that stupid. But, then, I don't know I think that the potion might be working." James furrowed his eyebrows. Did Lily know he wasn't really Remus? He decided to play dumb, something he'd learned how to do too well.
"What do you mean?" he asked stupidly.
"James Potter is making dangerous potions! He is putting them to use, and you know that I know, don't you?"
"What?"
"Remus, I can tell you're hiding something. You're acting very...strange. Wait... isn't it the full moon tomorrow?" Lily smirked. James simply shrugged.
"What about the full moon?" he laughed with a hint of nervousness.
"You know," Lily said smugly, leaving the chair to get another book.
"Oh," she remembered. "And tell Potter I need to speak to him."
James sighed and exited the library. Stupid Snivellus ratting him out. He had probably heard them talking in class about the master plan. Stupid Snivellus. If only Remus weren't such a goodie-goodie, then maybe he'd know what in Merlin's pants Lily was talking about. But no, it was all up to him.
"And then she told me it was going to be a full moon!" James said, now in his own body.
"James, that's not good. You know what Remus is going to do to you if he finds out someone knows he's a werewolf?" asked Peter.
"Oh, calm down, Ratty. She's not going to tell anyone because she has no evidence. And on the day of the full moon, Remus will be there." Sirius said, smiling at his own brilliance.
"How?" asked Peter, eyes wide.
Sirius just sighed and dramatically whispered, "Polyjuice Potion."
James awoke the next day, feeling tired and drowsy. It was definitely not one of his best days, but it wasn't bad. James Potter never looked bad, only less good than usual.
He was disoriented, on the floor, many brown feathers surrounding him.
"What the bloody-?" he said, as he saw actual fresh blood on his hands. He made out his surroundings. He was in his own room. Okay, good. He looked at his friend's unmade beds only to find them empty. He looked at his friend's pets...one was missing. Peter's owl!
"Oh, no, no, no. You can't be telling me I-" James muttered to no one. He coughed a bit, and a balled, wet, brown feather popped out.
There were steps bounding towards the room.