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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Blue Moon, Chapter 4: Do You Remember?

James and Sirius peeked around the edge of the door. They could see a prone figure lying on the hospital bed with Madam Pomfrey bustling around. James leaned over further, trying to see more but at the same time trying not to incur the matron's wrath.

Further…further…just a tiny bit further…

And he tripped over Sirius's crouching figure and landed sprawled in the middle of the floor. Madam Pomfrey turned and the two boys winced, expecting to get a long, long lecture on the importance of being quiet in the hospital wing, not disturbing her patients, being careful around her potions, etc., etc. However, the two boys were stunned when instead, she gave them both a weak smile and helped them up. Sirius wasted no time.

"Madam Pomfrey, how's Remus? Can we see him?"

The matron grimaced as she wiped her hands on her apron. James and Sirius noticed with horror that her hands left trails of bright, red blood on the starched white smock. "I've…stabilized him, but that…that is the best that I can say." She studied the two anxious boys in front of her. "You really don't care, do you."

"No, ma'am," said Sirius earnestly. "He's our best mate, why would we care if he has a…has a…"

"A furry little problem!" interjected James. Both Sirius and Madam Pomfrey turned to stare at him. "What?" he said defensively. "It makes perfect sense!"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head in bemusement and turned away. "Go ahead," she conceded. "But call me if anything changes, understand?"

Both James and Sirius nodded vehemently. Neither of them had any wish to get on the wrong side of the formidable healer- they valued their lives too much.

Plus, they just really, really, really wanted to see Remus.

Sirius and James looked at each other. Sirius bravely decided to make the first move, and led the way into the room, James following. When they reached the edge of the only bed, Sirius took a deep breath and looked down, and immediately felt the urge to puke.

Remus was barely recognizable. More than 80% of his body was wrapped in bandages, and he looked deathly-No, no,no, bad choice of words there, Sirius, he scolded himself- really pale. His breathing was ragged, and when Sirius's eyes moved up to his face, he really did throw up all over the hospital floor. Five deep, long claw marks stretched from his left ear, across his closed left eye, across the bridge of his nose, all the way to his right cheekbone. Sirius took a step back, and only then did he notice the fact that Remus's bandages were becoming ever more deeply stained with blood. He turned to James beside him, who looked nearly as pale as Remus himself.

"Oh, Merlin," James whispered brokenly.

Wordlessly, the two boys pulled up chairs to sit beside their unconscious friend. Sirius took a deep breath, and started talking.

"Hey, mate…remember when we set off fireworks in Snivellus's cauldron? And he got a faceful of swelling solution? And his nose grew to be the size of a watermelon? He looked like a mutated vulture, Rem! Do you remember?"

James let out a weak laugh. "Ol' Sluggy never did figure out who did it, mate. Personally, I think that he found it kinda funny…I could see his moustache twitching the way it does when he's trying not to laugh. Remember, Remmy? And you were the one who figured out the right number of fireworks to toss in, just enough so the whole classroom wouldn't go up in flames? You know, Remmy, if we didn't have you, we'd all be de-" James's voice broke, and then resumed, albeit a little bit more shakily. "-have been blown up."

Sirius nodded vigorously. "And remember when we transformed the Great Hall into a skating rink the day before the Christmas holidays started last year, mate? Admittedly, you were the one who did most of the spellwork, but hey- where would you be without our creativity? And Dumbledore thought it was rather funny, and gave us the day off to practice skating techniques, and Minnie was practically blue in the face? Do you remember, mate?"

James sat up a little straighter. "And remember the prank that we ended last year with? Do you remember how we enchanted all the desserts to fly straight at the Slytherin table? And how Malfoy looked up just in time for a plate of chocolate pudding to fall on his face? And how Snivellus looked covered in whipped cream? Do you remember that, Rem?"

Sirius leaned in close, taking one of Remus's limp, bloody hands in his warm, callused one. "Remmy, we have plans to make a giant robot out of the suits of armor. Wouldn't that be fantastic, mate? We'd be legends! But we need you to do all the research for us, mate. We wouldn't be caught dead in the library, but you already know that. Do you remember when you were nagging us to study for History of Magic exams, and you said that it was best to study in whichever way appealed to you most? And for us, it was hands-on? And we built a fort in the library out of the history books, and reenacted the Goblin Wars of 1643? Do you remember?"

James and Sirius stayed by Remus's side for hours, regaling him with stories of past pranks and plans for future ones until their voices grew horse. Finally, Sirius leaned in once more, and the tears that he'd held back for the past hours finally fell down his face. "Remus John Lupin, don't you dare d-d-die on us, you hear me? We don't care if you're a werewolf, Rem. To us, you're Remus, Marauder, nerd, best friend, Hogwarts' resident chocoholic and so much more. Peter is a prat, mate, don't worry about him. I never really liked him much anyway, the little rat. Please, come back, Remmy. We miss you, mate. Please, please, please, just come back."

Sirius looked over at James, slightly startled to see that his face was streaked with tears as well. "Remus, for Merlin's sake, listen to him. I'm not destined to put up with his annoying prattling for eternity, my job is to join in, and you're the one who keeps us out of trouble. You're the one who plays wizard chess and Gobstones with us and beats us both every time. You're the one who comes down to visit Hagrid with us and always Vanishes our rock cakes because we all know that if we actually try to eat it, then we'll break a tooth. You're the one who leads the way to the kitchens every night because you're so eager to get some chocolate. You're the one who sits up with us until 3 in the morning for midnight feasts even though you insist that we should get to bed because we have classes the next day. You're the one who throws pillows at me when I try to wake you up in the morning, and then switches to heavy textbooks if I keep on trying. You're one of us, mate, and we don't care. Just wake up, Remmy, please." James glanced over at Sirius. "We'll be right back, ok? We have a certain rat to talk to."

James and Sirius stood up abruptly, Sirius lingering an extra moment to brush a long strand of hair, matted with blood, away from Remus' s sweaty forehead. "Be right back, Rem," he whispered softly. "Don't do anything stupid."

And with that, the two boys left the hospital wing in search of a traitorous rat, a confrontation that both Marauders were actually looking forward to.

You know, in an angry, vengeful, murderous type of way.