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James, Sirius, and Peter were lying on the beds, fully aware at how incomplete they were.

"What the bloody hell is keeping him?" Sirius demanded, sitting up abruptly. "The Ball was last week, but they still haven't gotten tired of each other, have they?"

James rolled his eyes. It was true that Remus and Adelaide were inseparable since the ball, which lead to less time Remus spent with the Marauders. James didn't mind much, as he wished he could spend more time with Lily, but he knew Sirius would hex him to all hell if he did.

"Go back to bed, Padfoot," Peter mumbled from his pillow. "Let Moony have his fun."

"It's ridiculous!" Sirius said, throwing back his covers and jumping from his bed. "He doesn't have to shag her every night."

James rose up wearily, also wishing he could sleep. "That's rich, coming from you," he muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Padfoot."

"That's what I thought."

"C'mon, man," James said, defiantly this time. "Let them be, go back to sleep."

Sirius grumbled something that James couldn't quite make out, as he laid back in his bed.

Lily was restless.

She couldn't for the life of her sleep, there was a damned owl outside her window, and she hadn't finished the History of Magic essay that was due tomorrow. She sighed, and looked at Adelaide, peacefully asleep. Damn her.

Giving up, she threw off her blanket and walked out of her dormitory and into the Common Room. She pulled her nightgown closer to her body, chilled by the night.

As she walked into the room, surprised to find that a fire was already lit, she noticed that some one was sprawled, asleep, across the couch.

She took a few steps closer and quickly realized it was Remus, surrounded by various pieces of parchment and quills. She smiled, and collected the parchment that contained Remus's neat penmanship, and stacked it in front of him.

That was when she noticed his unusual twitch.

It started from the tips of his fingers and his feet. It was a sporadic jerk, a painful looking contortion. The veins on his hands were popping and stressed, and his face began to scrunch in pain.

She was about to call for help, when she remember her Astrology homework. Quarter moon, half moon, full moon. The dates, times, and stars filled her mind.

It all came together. The twitching, the night, and the full moon that was hidden behind an overcast of clouds.

Lily needed to act quickly. Remus needed to get outside.

It was obvious that she could not support his weight, especially not with the spasms. She was terrified of what he might do when he was werewolf, and almost called for help.

She then felt her wand, tucked behind her ear, and breathed a sigh of relief. That's right, she thought, I'm a witch.

She carefully pulled her wand and pointed it at Remus, shaking. With a swish and flick, Remus was floating in the air, his limbs twitching more and more. She took a deep breath, calming herself. If Remus was caught in the castle, he would be expelled. He could kill people. He could kill her.

She could not fail.

James shifted uncomfortably in his bed, and turned to face Sirius.

A feeling of uneasiness spread through him, causing him to abruptly sit up.

"Hey, Sirius?"

A muffled reply came through the darkness.

"What?"

"What day is today?"

It was a cold November night. The air was brisk, and nipped at Lily's feet. She regretted not running up stairs to find slippers or shoes, but she acted in haste. Her bare feet were regretting it.

Lily decided to drop Remus, who was now floating behind her, madly twisting in the air, off in the Forbidden Forest, as she couldn't risk getting hit by the Whomping Willow. She was running through chilled air, and her thin night gown did not stand against the wind.

She had just reached the edge of the woods when a THUMP came from behind her. Her grip on her wand tightened. She carefully turned around.

Lily gasped. Remus was no longer Remus. She faced a fully grown werewolf, and the spell could not contain him.

"Out! Get out of bed!" Sirius yelled, pushing Peter off his mattress.

"How could we have missed it?" James shouted, pulling on his winter cloak and his shoes.

"Don't bother with that stuff!" Sirius commanded, "We have to find him! GO!"

Lily took a step back, knowing that running would be futile. Werewolves could run several times faster than humans.

For a tense moment, there was silence. Lily looked into Remus's contorted eyes. She didn't breathe.

A drip of slobber fell from Remus's jaws. Lily shifted her weight, trying to think of a plan.

As she moved, ever so slightly, a twig snapped.

Lily's head spun as she was knocked to the ground, as the werewolf tackled her. Its claws were digging in her shoulder; she could feel them pierce her skin. It shook its head madly back and forth, gnashing its jaws in Lily's face.

She shot out red sparks that hit its chest, sending it flying back, only to have it rebound and charge towards her again. Her mind desperately searched for anything, any spell that would stop it.

The beast pounded towards her on all fours, howling. Lily pointed her wand at it, but was too late.

It slashed its terrible claws out at Lily, opening deep cuts on her face. She fell to her side on impact, only to have her shoulder slashed, sending her flying back in the opposite direction. She hit the ground on her stomach, her bare skin colliding with branches, and her hair catching on twigs.

She felt another claw dig into her back. Her fists clenched, and she shook her head, but Remus was too much. He was simply too strong. She tucked her head into her shoulder, and waited for the painful bite.

Instead, there was a rustling of branches and leaves behind her. The werewolf turned around.

A stag collided its mighty antlers with the werewolf, slamming it off of Lily. A great black dog came charging behind the stag and threw itself at the wolf. Lily pushed herself off her stomach, sat up, and turned in awe at the strange saviors. Internally, she groaned. She had many open wounds.

She watched the werewolf, the stag, and the dog run off into the forest, until they disappeared in the darkness. She mentally thanked the animals, and tried to push herself off the ground, suffering from the shocks of pain. Splinters dug themselves into her hand. She had cuts on her stomach that burned with pain when she tried to stand.

"Careful, now," someone murmured, sliding his hands underneath her arms from behind. Lily jumped and sun her head around, and felt herself lifted into the air, then set on her feet.

"Sorry," James Potter said, smiling apologetically. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I – you," Lily sputtered, clutching her arms, shivering. "W - Where – did you see – what?"

James almost laughed, and shook off his cloak. He threw it over her shoulders, still facing her. "You're cold, aren't you?"

Lily's eyes narrowed, though she accepted the clock, relishing in its warmth. In some strange, vain, ridiculous thought, she noticed that it smelled like him. "How did you get here?" She asked flatly.

James shook his head in awe. He cupped the back of her neck in his hands, drawing her closer. She shivered as his warm hands brought heat to her cool skin.

"You," he said, smiling. "Are the most fantastic, brilliant witch that has ever been. You are perfect, Lily Evans. We owe everything to you." He gently grabbed her chin, turning her head to view her cuts. His eyes filled with worry.

"I'm so sorry," he said, quietly. "This is my fault, we forgot, Remus hasn't been talking to us lately and I don't do Astrology and – and -" James looked for more words to apologize for this. For the pain he had caused Lily.

Lily looked at him with confusion. "But, when did you get here?"

James laughed. "It doesn't matter! You saved him, he could've hurt – no, killed people. He would've been expelled for sure. Thank you, Evans." He smiled down to her, relief fresh on his face. "You have no idea how you saved him. Saved me, for that matter."

Lily stood on her toes, reached up, and slowly kissed James. Her adrenaline was slowly wearing down, the aftermath of terror and the comfort of James clung to her tense figure. She clutched his arms, relishing in the steady support of his body.

"You know," came a voice from the woods. Lily broke from James and spun around. Sirius was standing there, a smug smile on his face and his hands shoved in his pockets, looking at the night sky. "I'm named after one of these stars. So is Regulus, but I assume it isn't as bright as mine." He glanced at James, who bore a crooked grin. "I've never actually seen it though. Spent too much time in Astrology painting permanent ink on the telescope's eye pieces…"

"You too?" Lily asked weakly.

Sirius winked. "Always here for the Potter's, my dear." He looked at James, nodded, and turned back, running into the woods.

"Where is he going?" Lily asked, horribly confused.

James let out a short laugh. "That doesn't matter. What does matter is that we get you to the Hospital Wing."

James scooped Lily into his arms, bridal style, much to Lily's surprise.

"James!" She laughed. "I can walk just fine!"

James looked down at her humorously. "Can't I carry you off to safety, princess?"

"But I can walk, really."

James's eyes twinkled with the reflection of the night sky. "Well, then, humor me." He said softly, the familiar words ringing in her ears.

Lily gave in, nestling her head against his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck.

James sighed in relief, satisfaction, and contentment. He carefully adjusted Lily in his arms, and began walking to the castle. Slowly, though, as slowly as he possibly could. He matched the slow, tired breathing that came from Lily. He admired the soft, closed eyes that seemed so young and innocent. He noticed the glow of her pale skin in the moonlight.

He didn't want to waste a second.

Well, wasn't that cute? Lily got to save the day, too!

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