Hello Readers! This is an interesting one! What does Amy's dad want to talk to Remus about? Next chapter has the first Remus POV (point of view). PLEASE REVIEW!

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Eventually, my tear supply ran out and I sat squashed in between Sirius and Remus, opposite Professor McGonagall's office, staring out into space. My eyes were raw and red from crying and my makeup had run, giving me panda-like eyes and black-streaked cheeks. My thoughts were all jumbled up and my head felt like it was going to explode. Even the Marauder's were silent. The only noise was the ticking of the clock that James had summoned.

I didn't notice anybody else's presence until suddenly I heard a shout.

"Amy! What happened?" My head spun around so quickly that I heard a crack and I winced, rubbing it.

"What's it to you Lil, I mean Evans?" I muttered coldly, not needing this at that precise moment in time. I regretted my tone as I saw the hurt on her face.

"Oh, Amy, I'm sorry! Please, I'm so, so sorry! I shouldn't have made you choose! I was such a horrible bitch! I don't want to fight with you!" She pleaded, her eyes shining with diamond like tears. James was evidently torn between hugging her (even though he'd receive a black eye) or me.

I stumbled clumsily to my feet and embraced her like a long lost sister.

"I'm sorry too Lils! I didn't want to fight any more in case something happened but I was too stubborn to give in! I'm sorry!" I apologised.

"It's ok Amy, but what in Godric's name has happened? Why are you so upset?" She enquired concernedly.

"It's my dad", I began and I showed her the letter. Her eyes were shining as she hugged me tightly.

"I'm coming too", she decided. I smiled gratefully at her and she sat on Remus' other side, him being the only Marauder that she was on friendly terms with.

If the silence had been tense before, now it was deafening. Lily wiped my face clean with a tissue, and sent it flying to the nearest bin just before the clock struck twelve. Together we marched into the office.

At any other time, I would have acknowledged the interior of Minerva McGonagall's office, but at that moment, I only had eyes for the ornate fireplace. Professor McGonagall handed us the floo powder.

"Send your father my best wishes for his fast recovery", she told me, "he was one of my best students". In case you're wondering, my father didn't get infected until he was twenty three.

"Thank you, Professor", I said to her as the emerald flames engulfed me.

I came into contact with the floor and quickly dived away from the fireplace in order to avoid being squashed by the oncoming Marauders (and Lily!). One by one they followed suit, and together we searched for the lift where my mum said she would meet us.

's was large, clean and well run. Within minutes, we found the lift and my mother. I positively flew into her arms.

"Mum, where is he?" I asked her quickly. She looked dreadful. There were fresh black bags beneath her eyes, her hair was greasy and her eyes were riddled with worry. She had age a decade.

"Hi Amy, hi boys, and you must be Lily", my mother greeted as warmly as someone in her position was capable of being. "I'm so pleased to meet you, although the circumstances are most unfortunate. Follow me."

We all stepped into the lift and arrived at the first floor, CREATURE-INDUCED INJURIES. Mum led us through several corridors before finally stopping outside a door.

I swung the door open and reached my father's bedside in two massive sides.

"Dad!" I gasped. His skin was the colour of the bedsheets but it had an unhealthy yellow tinge to it. He had a deep wound stretching down the side of his face that was still oozing blood despite the bandage covering it. His hair was matted with blood. The sheets covered any further injuries. His eyes had been shut but they flew open at my voice.

"Amy! How are you, little wolf?" He asked in a croaky voice.

"Dad, I'm fine, but you obviously aren't, you really had us going there!" I choked, trying to conceal my shock at seeing my father in such a bad condition. He smiled at me, although it turned into a grimace of pain midway through. He shifted uncomfortably and I saw a glimpse of blood stained bandages around his torso.

"Hi boys, how are you? How's school been going?" Dad said to the Marauders. "Not been causing too much mischief I hope! And this is surely the famous Lily Evans! It's a pleasure to meet you!" He reached out a bruised hand to shake her tiny one. She smiled radiantly at him.

"I am indeed sir, and trust me, the pleasure is all mine", she said politely.

"I believe that you're the one keeping manners on Amy then!" Dad laughed before it turned into a wheeze and he clutched his chest in pain. Mum passed him a tissue and he coughed fitfully into it. As my mother pulled the tissue away, I noticed that it was stained crimson. My heartbeat sped up. I unconsciously grabbed someone's hand and gripped it extremely tight. It was my only grip on normality.

I think that my mother caught my expression because she suddenly exclaimed her interest for a cup of tea.

"Amy, Lily, boys, come on and we'll grab a drink", she suggested. We all heartily agreed.

"Wait, Remus, do you mind helping me with this contraption here, I spent an hour trying to work it out." My dad asked, pointing to a weird black box thingy in the corner of the room. Moony ever being the helpful one heartily agreed. I left after my mother and suddenly realised the lack of the hand in my grasp. It had been Remus'!