AN: Thanks to everyone for reading. This is probably the last chapter. Hope you enjoyed! Happy Holidays!

When Remus woke up, the faces of his three best friends were staring back at him. Remus pulled down the covers and looked at his arms. They were covered in old scars. He was back in his own body.

"Are we all-" Remus began.

"Switched back? Yeah." James finished.

Dumbledore walked over to the bed. His head was soon hanging over Remus as well.

Remus was very confused. "Headmaster, how?"

The old man's blue eyes glistened with kindness. "Your friends here told me you all went on a little adventure into Professor Slughorn's office. I cannot blame you. It is a very interesting room. The object you and fell into was a very old fountain called a Volentes Aqua. It has a very strong wishing curse on it. Although, it does tend to mix things up some. Believe me when I say it took a very strong counter curse to reverse." His face became more stern. "Now I have already spoken to your friends about the severity of these events and means of your punishment. You will be cleaning the office of every Professor, wiping all the tables in the great hall after each meal, and pulling weeds from around the Womping Willow. Is that understood?"

Remus nodded. "Professor… you mean we're not expelled?"

"Remus, if you trusted your friends enough to tell them about your condition, then I trust them enough to keep it a secret. Oh! I almost forgot" He reached into his robes and handed a small glass vile to Remus. A potion curing elixir. They'd almost forgotten about Lily. Dumbledore patted Remus's hand and left the Hospital Wing.

James, Sirius, and Peter sat on the bed next to Remus.

James cleared his throat. "At least we got a bit of fun in…"

Sirius elbowed him.

"Um I guess we'll see you in the common room later, eh?" James said.

Remus tossed them the potion to cure Lily. "Give that to your woman, James." Remus teased.

James smiled and he and Peter left.

Remus sat up. Silence hung in the air for what seemed like forever. Finally Sirius spoke up.

"I had no idea, Remus. That it hurts so badly I mean. But… Thank you."

Remus stayed quiet. Then he smiled. "You better not have given me fleas, Padfoot."

The two laughed. They were going to be okay. "Mischief managed, ay Moony?"

"Mischief managed, Padfoot."