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Chapter 27

Dangerous Outings

"So you sat around all day and let Lily rub your tummy huh? Stupid prat." James said as he stuffed a sandwich into his mouth.

Sirius shrugged and spoke thickly, food spewing all over the counter, the house elves just smiled happily.

"You would have done the same thing. So I have to be snuffles all weekend?"

"I guess, Pete told her you left with Rem, so you shouldn't be back until Monday morning." He replied a bit irritated at that lie.

"Bit inconvenient, honestly he is so thick sometimes. What do you think she would say if she knew I was snuffles? And why the bloody hell did you come up with that name?" Sirius said stuffing another bite into his mouth. James laughed.

"Yes he thinks of the dumbest lies, just makes it all more complicated. Snuffles was the name of the only dog I ever owned, he died when I was 8, I accidentally flattened him when I engorged that bludger…it was the first thing that came to my mind. And I am pretty sure she would slap you if she ever found out you were the dog she was feeling up for hours."

"Yeah, probably, she has damn good hands though." Sirius muttered as he dodged a biscuit that had been thrown at his head.

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He loved running, it made him forget everything that he felt when he was human, he forgot the suffocating feeling in his chest every time he looked at her, he forgot the way he felt like he was drowning during the time he was with Lily, it felt like he couldn't breathe around her. How was he supposed to work hand in hand with her and pretend that they were friends, she may not love him but he loved her more than was reasonable, he couldn't shake it.

Alright so maybe being a stag didn't make him forget completely but it made it bearable. He could run the thoughts through his mind and not feel the feelings like he did without being transformed. The problem was simple, running through these thoughts while keeping a werewolf in line was not ideal. Especially when that wolf had been confined to small areas and restrictions for the last three transformations. Moony wanted to run, he wanted free reign.

He was so boisterous and high strung that James actually winced at several of the tumbles Sirius had taken in their rough play. There was two instances that the wolf had darted off towards town or school bounds that James had to jump in, he was sporting a bloody gash on his back and a stinging cut on his front flank. Their time was running out, he could see the sky as it lightened while that were sprinting back towards the shack. Pete was waiting there for them, Moony had been too rough for such a small animal this time and he nearly got eaten as it was he got thrown against a tree and had been scraped with a tooth along his side. Sirius had run him back early in the evening.

They returned just as the wolf started growling and moaning pitifully. James stepped back and waited until the transformation was nearly complete. He watched as his friend's body contorted back to its normal features and started to collapse, he timed his own transformation seamlessly, as did Sirius and they caught him before he hit the ground. It no longer caught them off guard or seemed strange to them when Remus landed limp, pale, bleeding and completely nude. It was second nature. James whipped his wand and magicked boxers onto him. Pete was ready as ever with the extra robe they always brought, we through it over him and wrapped it cocoon like around him while James gripped him by the torso and Sirius held his hips and legs. He was always completely unconscious after the moon for at least several hours.

They waited about 15 minutes and they heard the familiar sounds of Madam Pomphrey walking around in the front room. She had long since figured out that they knew the secret, as had the majority of the staff. They had started coming down here and waiting at the entrance of the willow until the sun was completely up to help their friend in third year. They had never stopped, it was just assumed they were still doing the same thing. As Remus got older and the boys developed their plan James and Sirius had begged the nurse to come later after the sun rise. After all he was no longer a little boy and he needed to keep his dignity, Remus agreed blushing while asking her to please wait until his friends had, had time to dress him to come get him. She had half-heartedly agreed, with Dumbledore's permission, understanding that at this age modesty and personal space was a big deal.

She came into the back bedroom, where she always found the four boys.

"How is he this morning?" she asked as she walked over and touched his hair softly.

"He is pretty out of it. He was awake for a minute, he was disoriented, he threw Sirius against the wall, I think he may have a concussion. And Pete cut his back on the mirror when Sirius flew into him." James said nodding his head towards Sirius, whose face was bruised and Pete who had blood seeping through his robes.

She tutted and helped them disalusion the boy and magic him to the hospital wing.

"You two come with me too, something must be done about you." She said briskly shaking James off at the entrance.

He was glad when she left him alone it allowed him to stop walking to lean over and gasp in pain. They had developed a system, they couldn't profess all of their injuries to the nurse or she would get suspicious. They only told her serious ones. Pete had been bleeding all night, James was a bit afraid for his health and Sirius had just recovered from a head trauma, he had to be seen right away. He could figure out his own injuries. Knowing that students would be up soon he made his way to the Gryffindor common room and into his room through the back way, so as not to risk Lily being up.

He had been back in his room for about twenty minutes and was standing infront of his full length mirror in track pants looking forlornly at his right shoulder blade and then turning to see his lower back on the left hand side. The shoulder wasn't bad, it looked like a bad scrape, he could play that off, but his back was a deep gash, it was a very open wound and was bleeding pretty freely. He had tried a charm to slow or stop the blood but it hadn't worked, possibly because he couldn't hold his wand the right way to perform the right motion. He was standing there biting his lip to keep from yelling out when he heard a knock on his door.

"Yeah?" he yelled, there was no response.

That is when he remembered that their rooms were soundproof. He hobbled over to the door and cracked it open a bit.

"Hey, I figured you'd be up since you run on Saturdays, I was just checking to see if." She stopped and stared at the piece of him she could see. "Why is your shoulder and chest all torn up? And why is there blood seeping into your pants? James let me in." she said forcefully.

He stood aside all the while cursing the fact that he had put on white track pants. She came in and spun him around.

"Owe, damn it Lily." He said through clenched teeth.

"Who did this to you?" she said angrily.

"It doesn't matter. They won't do it again, it is handled." He replied in a clouded tone.

"James you may be head boy but you have to report when people use magic like this, we need to go to the hospital wing." She said trying to take his hand and pull him from the room.

"I'm not going to see Pomphrey. I will heal it myself, or if you want to be nice you can heal it for me, and get me a pain potion from my bottom drawer, I can't bend right now. And I handled it, I took care of it, they won't do it again."

She rolled her eyes but went over to his drawer none the less. She walked back over carrying a blue potion and watched as he uncorked it and downed it in one motion.

"You keep pre bottled pain potion in your room?" she questioned.

"I am captain of the quidditch team and coconspirator of the most notorious pranking group Hogwarts has ever had. Of course I keep it, my mum makes me a stock of it before school starts every year. It will take about ten minutes to work, go ahead and fix me please." He said squinting against the pain.

"I need you to lay across your bed to fix your back, let me do that first because you won't be able to stand for the shoulder otherwise."

He nodded and gently laid down across the matress, nearly falling asleep when his head hit it. He couldn't stop the flinch or whimper when her fingers touched the wound, it was low, the beginning of it started on the side of his hip the cut was jagged and went from his lower back down to right below the line of his boxers.

"I'm sorry, I don't want it to hurt, I have to roll down your pants." She said apologetically. She could tell from his muffled voice that he was biting a pillow.

"Lily just fix it, please."

She nodded and pushed his pants and boxer briefs low, about half way down his backside, she flushed at seeing this part of his body again. But the sight of the seeping wound stopped her thoughts.

"I'm sorry Jamie." She whispered before pressing her hand to the deepest part of the wound and muttering the spell.

He tried not to yell out, but it hurt like hell, he compromised by yelling into the pillow. When the burning stopped he realized that her hand was in his hair, stroking the back of his neck. He couldn't lift his head because his shoulder was killing him.

"Sit up, I'll get your shoulder." She said softly.

He rolled over and sat, not bothering to mess with his slacks for fear it would hurt the newly healed skin.

"I have to make sure its only surface alright?" she said, he nodded and closed his eyes.

Placing her hand firmly against the multiple scrapes and cuts she muttered a spell, it wasn't nearly as bad as the last one. He opened his eyes so he could take in her face while she wasn't paying attention. She opened her eyes and frowned, looking into his face.

"You muscle in your shoulder blade is torn. I have never done that, I know simple stuff." She said gently.

"Do you know the theory?" he asked. She nodded. "Do it, I trust you."

"It is going to hurt like hell, and use a lot of your energy." She warned.

"I know, my mum has healed several torn muscles of mine before, it will hurt for a few days. Just do it, please, this potion will take effect in a couple minutes and I will go to sleep for a bit before duties. I'll be alright."

She nodded and started the incantation. He ground his teeth together, trying to keep the groans of pain to a minimum. When he opened his eyes again he saw tears swimming in her emerald orbs. He pushed her hair out of her face with his good hand before wiping the sweat off of his.

"Lily I am going to be fine."

"I hate to see you hurt." She said letting her head droop to look at her knees.

"This isn't the first time." He replied.

"I am aware. Believe me, I know the look in your eyes when you hurt. If anyone knows, I do. Lay down, I'll wake you up when it is time to get up." She said softly, he nodded thankful for her care and knowing that he couldn't stay awake for another moment.