Moon Fishing.
Chapter Nine: Working.
A lot had changed over the two years since they had confronted Remus about his affliction, beyond puberty and time. Within the group there were no secrets, as promised that day in the hospital wing. Each marauder knew exactly what had transpired over the shool break that had led to Sirius returning on the Hogwarts express with not only his scool trunk but a nasty gash on his left cheek bone. They all knew about Pete's mum and her yearly pilgrimage to Slovenia to visit the grave of Petes dad, and exactly how much she had to drink in the weeks leading up to it. They all knew just how deeply it cut James every time Lily rejected him, even though in public he laughed it off. Yes, total transparency... except for one thing.
Remus was always admonishing the other Marauders, as they had began calling themselves shortly after the beginning of second year, for not putting enough effort into their studies.
If only he knew.
The boys had been steadily working on their plans to help him out. They knew there was no cure, they knew that while it looked as though a potion to help control the werewolf was being developed it was probably decades away, and they all knew the pain and sadness they felt for their friend whenever they saw him wrapped in blood-soaked bandages or trussed up like a turkey. And now they finally had it. They were all amazed and proud of themselves for what they did, and while it was both very dangerous and highly illegal all they could think of was how minimal Remus' suffering would become...
Besides, now they all had new nicknames.
The only thing left was to tell Remus... sorry, MOONY.