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In Divination class, James Sirius and Peter found Remus slowly getting their things together for the lesson, though you could tell all he wanted to do was lie down and take a nap. Seeing this, Sirius showed that he truly belonged in Gryffindor by swooping over and taking all the things out of the sandy haired boy's hands and assembling them on the table himself. Peter took his and Sirius's bags and plopped down on a cushion. James just stood there, analyzing his friend with a mixture of worry and agitation. He let the moment pass however when the rest of the class began filtering in and he sat down on the empty cushion at the Marauders' table. Professor Figgins came in after a few minutes of chatter and went about in his usual way, examining each table to see that they had the appropriate items. He was frighteningly like McGonnogal in that manner. And despite Peter's attempts, Remus couldn't lift his head off the table. Figgins didn't find this amusing at all, though Severus at a nearby table did.

"Mister Lupin!"

"Huh? Wha-oh. Sorry Professor…"

"Perhaps we should wait for you to finish your little nap before continuing on with the lesson, or are you awake enough now for me to begin."

Remus took a moment to fully understand what had been said. His eyes glazed over and James kicked his leg to get his attention. "Huh-yes Professor. Please continue."

Satisfied, Figgins went to his desk and told the class to gaze into their crystal balls. Sirius went first, having Peter record what he saw.

"A cloudy night…it's a full moon…"

"Is it your fortune or Moony's?"

"Prongs…" Remus drawled, half asleep but still irritated at the minor slip.

"Er…the reading's over but I'll wait till later to tell. Prongs, you go."

Peter scrapped what he'd written and got ready to write again. James said no and had Sirius write it, saying something about not being able to read henscratch.

"A woman in a wedding dress…wait, it's Lily! And…me! We're getting married! Such a turn-out too. Pads, you're my best man and Moony, you're right next to him."

"Where am I?"

"No idea Peter; you don't seem to be here. But hey, these things can't be completely accurate, right?"

"Right. Like Lily's ever going to marry a git like you."

"Shut up Snivellus!"

Remus mumbled in his sleep, ignored by the others, who were enthralled by James's fortune. In a moment it was gone and he was looking over Sirius's account of what he'd seen.

"Pads, you didn't describe Lilly enough. And you barely mentioned that firey kiss at the end. But you did point out that our dear Wormtail isn't present."

Peter sank lower into his seat at that mention, to which James patted his shoulder in an exaggerated mimic of Madam Pomfrey whenever Moony changed back into a human. He brightened at the gesture and Sirius rolled his eyes. Peter looked into the ball.

"I'm with this guy…he's white as a fish! And his eyes look like snakes…"

"Snivellus."

"No…no greasy hair. He's bald."

Everyone laughed at that, met by a glare from Snape.

"I seem to be bowing down and changing to a…a rat! There I go…scurrying away…"

"Going to find some cheese?"

"Very funny. Wait…the guy's poking his arm with his wand and…wow a whole ton of people just showed up. He's bossing them around…wait…Snivellus is there…"

"Still got the hair?"

"Still got the hair. Even longer and greasier if that's possible. And there's Lucius, the prefect, and some white-haired woman next to him; she looks pregnant or something…"

"The way to a man's stomach is through his stomach, but I'm not sure the same applies to women, Wormtail."

"I'm just saying…there it went. Wow that was weird."

"Yeah. Who wants to wake Moony up?"

"Let's just fake his reading. He probably needs the sleep."

"Are you kidding? He went to bed early last night and slept through half of breakfast and the class thus far; he'd kill us anyway."

"I'd just like to say that I'm not asleep and no I wouldn't kill you. Just hex you later."

"Hexes are for girls."

"Says you Peter. So since we're awake, do we feel like a trip through crystal?"

The thought made Remus light-headed, or was that from lifting his head? "Not really. Feel free to fake it, just no more slips about…me."

"You got it buddy. Okay so…James, you do it."

James smiled mischieviously and set to work writing out a scene in which Remus was in the hospital. Not the wing on the fourth floor, St. Mungos. When he was done, he showed it to Sirius, who smirked and piled all of theirs together.

"Wait, you never did yours."

"Sure I did. It was me getting a godson named Harry. In affiliation with Prongs's fortune."

"Who says you get to be godfather? And who says I'll name him Harry? Or if it won't be a girl?"

"Me on all counts. Just think: best friend, best man, godfather of your son…the only thing wrong with that picture is if I got sent to Azkaban or something…"

They all laughed and Sirius handed the four sheets of parchment to Professor Figgens, who merely grunted as he took them and set them in a growing pile. Class dismissed and the four went on to Transfiguration.

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