AN: Oh my gosh... 105 reviews! Wow! Thank you all so much for your support of this story! I know it's been a while since I updated, but I was working on another story for on this site. I know, it's an excuse... but it's true! At least lemurp reminded me like I asked. Thank you!

AN: Harry is now a teenager. He's 15 or so.

"REMUS! SIRIUS, I'M HOME!" came a shout from the front of the house as Harry returned home from school for winter break. Draco came in after him, making sure to close the door behind him.

When there was no answer, Harry and Draco searched the house, not finding anybody. Finally, they wondered into the kitchen, only to find a note on the old table.

"Harry,

Happy to see that you got home safely. If you're reading this, meet us back at Hogwarts. Remus had a particularly bad transformation last week, and Poppy does not know if he'll recover fully, if at all. Sorry for the news, Pup, but I figured you needed to know. See you soon.

Sirius"

Harry didn't realize that he had been crying until he had finished the note. Draco watched him questioningly, until Harry dropped the note to the floor and screamed at the top of his lungs, sobbing. Draco then picked up the note from the floor and read it silently, going to hug Harry once he was finished.

"It's okay, Harry. It'll be okay. Do you want to go see him?"

At Harry's weak nod into his shirt, Draco scooped him up from his chair and took him over to the house's floo, and took them both back to Hogwarts.

Soon enough they were outside Hogwarts' Hospital Wing.

Sirius stood from his chair that was situated by Remus' bedside as they came in the door, "Harry... Pup..." Harry switched arms, and Sirius sat down again as he began to rock him.

Harry could only sob and cling to his guardian.

"How does she say he's doing?" Draco inquired quietly, rubbing Harry's back in an attempt to comfort him.

"He's in a coma, whatever that is-"

"Oh God, Remus!" Harry moaned before starting to cry again.

He understood what a coma was. He always had, thanks to his aunt and uncle using the term when referring to his parents' deaths all too often. He now knew that what they had said was a lie, but that did not make it hurt any less.

He knew that Remus was as good as dead.

"It's all right, Pup. Everything will be just fine," Sirius dropped a kiss into Harry's hair.

"Not going to- wake up- Remus-" Harry hiccuped, his tears making him stutter.

"Remus will wake up, Pup. He will. He has to," Sirius stared at the motionless body of his best friend and pack member.

After that, Harry refused to eat. Instead, he traveled the house like a ghost, moaning, crying, and very, very pale. His green eyes had lost their shine, and his hair had lost it's usual will to defy gravity.

This continued for two, almost three weeks, until they all went to see Remus on Christmas morning. Harry and Sirius each gave Remus a hug, kiss, and a small present. As Harry was doing his, Remus moved his fingers. It wasn't much, but considering it was touching Harry's wrist at the moment, it was enough.

"He touched me. He moved his fingersand touched my wrist!" excited, Harry yelled this new achievement of Remus'.

In moments, all three of them were crowded around the bed. Then Remus' eyelids began to flutter, and he finally opened his eyes.

"H-" he tried to say, his voice rough and almost lost from weeks of disuse.

"Shh, don't talk, Rem. You're okay, you're safe," Sirius pet Remus' tangled, tawny locks.

Remus ignored him, his vision focused on his cub, "Ha-rry..."

Harry heard the call, and came close, gripping Remus' hand tightly. He wanted to desperately believe this was happening, yet he could not at the same time, "Y-yes, Remus?" he stuttered.

Remus smiled, his lips dry, "Merry Christmas, Cub... Didn't Siri tell you I'd be back?"

Harry grinned at the joke, starting to cry from happiness.

"He sure did, Remus. He sure did. Merry Christmas."

And it truly was.

AN: Merry Christmas to you all, or Happy Holidays for those of you that celebrate something other than Christmas! I hope you enjoyed it!