Author's Note:

Heyo, see I'm writing faster! I guess it's due to the fact that I am on holidays with not a whole lot to do. I will try my best, however, to keep spewing out chapters once I return to the real world. Anywhoo, be sure to leave any kind of comment/review. I really appreciate any comments, although if you tell me I'm terrible I would prefer an explanation as to why. -


The euphoria in the Gryffindor common room was overwhelming. It almost seemed as if they had just won the quidditch cup, not just a single match. Remus happily helped himself to a peppermeat sandwhich and glanced around the room casually. Several students had come up to him, congratulating him on making the team, and Remus had to quickly respond that it was only temporary. He felt their mood instantly lighten. 'Was I that terrible?' Remus thought as each one strolled, with more confidence, away. 'Nah, they probably were just way better at tryouts and started comparing themselves to my preformance...I suppose.' Always one to look on the brightside, or try at least, the brown-haired teen strolled towards his friends who were currently discussing with Peter about the setup of food.

"Nicely done, Peter!" Sirius said smiling as he scarfed down his third sandwhich.

"Ah, it was nothing. The house elves are used to preparing lots of food for me." Peter felt terrible, but tried hard not to show it. 'Never again. I will never do that again. I can't...'

"Oi! Jamesies!" Sirius beckoned the Head Boy over with a wave, "Have I introduced you to...er," he hesistated, "My new girlfriend...um"

James saw the panic in Sirius eyes, realizing that his pal had forgotten the girlfriend's name, he jumped to the rescue.

"Oh hi!" James interrupted Sirius' trailing sentence, sounding unusually bubbly, "I'm James, and you are?"

The short girl had medium-length curled sandy brown hair and bland brown eyes. She smiled flirtatiously as Sirius wrapped an arm around her shoulders and giggled lightly as she extended her long arm forwards.

"Rebecca. Fifth year Hufflepuff."

"Well nice to meet you Becky." The girl scowled at this nickname given by James, about to protest, but then glanced at Sirius and shut her mouth. "Welp folks, I'm going to go try to wrangle me a redhead. Also, I don't think you're allowed to be here." He added, pointing at Rebecca, referring to the fact that they were currently in the Gryffindor common room and she was most certaintly not a Gryffindor.

Both Sirius and James shrugged, knowing niether really cared about rules, but Padfoot offered to leave anyways. Remus took his hint to leave and wandered over towards Kat and Lily. Kat looked furious for just having won a quidditch match. Lily in her red braids, looked annoyed with her friend and seemed to be telling her so.

"Kat, you can't be serious!"

"I don't get it!"

"Something the trouble ladies?" Remus popped into their conversation.

"Don't get me started!" Kat huffed, sitting herself down into an armchair. "Sirius, for starters. I can't believe him. Parading that girl around like she's a trophy."

"She is pretty."

"Not you too." Kat groaned. "What is with males and finding a girl that makes them look better. Can't you just go after someone who has a nice personality?"

"I think Sirius has yet to figure that out, Kat." Lily smiled, "You're not jealous are you?"

"Never!" Her face turned red. "Never..."

'Who is she trying to convince? Herself or her friends?' Lily thought to herself, amused. 'Probably both.'

Remus quickly changed the subject to a less, perhaps embarassing, moreso revealing, conversation. He began retelling Kat some of her finest moments during the game, which instantly seemed to distract the firery female. It was at this time, James decided to strike into action. Smoothly he strolled up to Lily and gently tugged on one of her braids. His hand was quickly swatted away, but now he had the girl's attention. He leaned in closer, his mouth near her ear.

"They say that when a boy pulls on a girl's hair, it means that he likes her."

"How profound and juvenile." She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help supressing a smile. She did, however, step back and quickly change into her usual Potter scowl. "What do you want?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday." He offered.

Lily groaned, knowing what was coming. "Fine, let's just get this over with."

He grinned at her, "You're a doll, Evans. Say, fourish?"

She nodded her head briskly, and turned her body to the conversation, as if trying to escape. James let her go towards Melody freely and turned his attention to Peter.

"Say Wormtail, I'm going to the hospital wing. My back is killing me."

"Oh, yeah, right. I'll let anyone know." He squeaked, trying to be helpful, attempting to redeem himself.

Lily watched with her emerald eyes as James slipped through the opening behind the portrait of the fat lady. 'I can't believe I have a date with, ugh, him... I guess we have become better friends, but I have no interest in dating him. I should make that perfectly clear tomorrow.' Her thoughts were quickly interuppted by the sad expression written on Melody's face.

"Melly, what's wrong?"

She sighed. "James likes you. You like James, but you deny it to the end of the world. Kat likes Sirius, but denys it to the end of the world. Sirius has a girlfriend. Remus likes Kat. Melody likes Sirius and Remus and James and is willing to not deny. Nobody likes Melody."

"Oh Melly, that's not true!" Lily squealed, "You are a very likeable person. It may not come from a marauder, but I am absolutely positive that you have admirers. Also, Remus likes Kat?!"

"I dunno, maybe not." She smiled once more. "It's hard to tell with boys, but you should try to find out anyways."

"That's our mission." Lily winked.

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James yawned, scratched his arm, and jumped in sudden surprise. He winced in pain, but quickly put on a suave act as soon as he noticed the girl with golden amber eyes and long black hair directly infront of his chest. She was almost as tall as James. A thin pale finger found it's way to James' arm, and gently stroked it.

"Hello James." She spoke suggestively, "You were fabulous out there."

"You are pretty fabulous yourself." He grinned, liking where this conversation was headed.

She smiled, fluttering her eyes, yet managing to stare deeply into his own. She was pretty, that was for sure, but no Lily Evans. 'Lily doesn't want me though...' His conscience reminded. 'Why not go for it? You were supposed to date other girls.'

"I'm Chloe."

"Bertie bots beans, Chloe?" He grinned. "Younger sister of Christopher Clearwater?"

"That's the one." She leaned her face towards his and kissed him lightly on the lips.

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Peter yawned loudly. He usually loved sleeping in on Saturday mornings, but just couldn't seem to relax. Tossing and turning all night, he finally had given up. This morning however, the three othe rmarauders were also awake. "Whatcha all doin' awake?" He mumbled.

"Got a day date with...um..."

"Rebecca?" James laughed.

"Right, Rebecca. I really need to write that one down."

"I'm going out with two different girls today." James grinned, as though clearly the champion. He quickly broke out into a story of how he never did make it to the hospital wing. Sirius patted him on the shoulder as if it were a big achievement. Remus scowled.

"Am I the only one who is going to do homework all day? I mean we have a tonne to do. History paper, Herbology paper, Potions lab write-up, Transfiguration research project, and charms for Charms to practice!"

"Later." All three of the other boys responded, Remus rolling his grey eyes to the ceiling.

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Lily stood impatiently by the Gryffindor fireplace. It was several minutes past four. 'You are late Potter. Not a good way to impress a lady.' The seventh-year boy quickly dashed up behind her, and she repeated her very thoughts.

"Nah, I said four-ish. '-ish' makes up for any minutes before or after the given hour." He grinned. "Shall we?"

They made their way, once more through the secret passage, to Hogsmeade. Large pumpkins were fitted on the street corners in preparations for Halloween, the following week. It was quite a pretty sight. The leaves were red, brown and golden, and seemed to change colour as Lily walked passed them. The couple went inside of Madame Puddifoot's tea shop and found themselves a booth in the corner. To anyone they looked like any other couple in the shop, in love, but truly it was to divulge the marauders' deepest secret. James had been avoiding the conversation, telling Lily stories that he had perfected over the years. His date stories, he liked to call them. Knowing exactly which ones made girls laugh, disgusted, or apathetic. Lily knew better, however, and wanted to know the truth. Truth about James and his friends.

He swept his hand through his hair and grinned. "Marauding secret numbero one: The Map." He described to Lily how they had gone about making, why they made it, and what it does if you don't say the correct password. She seemed to think it was brilliant and James glowed.

"What I really want to know, Potter, is that one night. You were attacked by a werewolf? Sirius bit your leg? Is Sirius a werewolf? Padfoot...I mean it could make sense then. Oh my god!"

James cringed. "You must never tell anyone. No one! Not Kat, Melody, your shadow. Understood?" She nodded eagerly and James continued. "Remus...Remus..." He felt terrible betraying his friend like that. "Is... Remus is...a werewolf."

Lily gasped slightly, she really had no idea. Always thought there was something peculiar about his mother's sickness, but now the pieces fit together. Lily wasn't sure what to feel. Always had imagined werewolves as terrible people and terrible creatures, but Remus was a sweet heart. She waited for James to continue.

"The three of us were always suspicious of Remus' disappearing acts, so we began to research. We discovered it in about middle of since first year, but we couldn't do anything about it. Very painful process to go through, so Remus ends up in the hospital wing after every transformation. We wanted to support our friend, but there wasn't anything we could do. So we devised a plan. No matter what it took, we would be there for him. So we decided to..." He paused as the waitress plopped a teapot in the center of the table.

"Decided what?"

"To become animagus."

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Remus scowled as his quill scratched onto the paper, no ink flowing through. 'Darn, and I have no more ink.' As if hearing his thoughts a bottle appeared before his eyes. "I don't need it."

His grey eyes glanced up, a curly haired blonde stared back at him, "Hey Kat, and thanks." He grinned, "Surprised to see you in the library on a beautiful Saturday."

"I have as much homework as everyone else, I figure why not do it, right?"

They worked in silence for a while, Remus working on his Transfiguration, Kat on Herbology. Eventually curiousity got the better of Remus and he couldn't help but break the comfortable silence.

"So what is your Transfiguration project on? I'm doing it on boggarts since they can change into, well anything. It's quite interesting, the history and everything. I have about six inches so far." Remus began to ramble, but then returned to his original question. "So what topic did you pick?"

She stared at him dead-panned, her brown eyes showing no emotion. "Werewolves."