A/N, Hey everyone! Thanks for all the great reviews, you're all awesome and I wouldn't have bothered writing this if it weren't for you guys!

This chapter gets a little disturbing, it's not particularly graphic, I don't think it's too bad, but I'm warning you just in case!

"He was only joking wasn't he?" Asked Sirius anxiously, he was chewing at his fingers.

"About being a werewolf?" Asked Peter, who had been released from the body bind when James and Sirius were done pranking Snape, (vanished his robes right off him, genius) all the colour had drained from his face and he'd looked terrified for the last hour but he'd promised not to say a word to anyone about Remus

"No, Peter" Sirius rolled his eyes at him "about wanting to be taken advantage of" Remus had left for his so called "date" 10 minutes ago, Sirius thought it was more out right molestation than a date, but that was just his opinion

"Calm down Sirius, he can look after himself! Look," James held his DADA book aloft "it says werewolves can be up to 5 times as strong as humans, if that creep tries anything funny then Remus could easily fight him off"

"You don't think he'll try anything... will he?"

"I don't know Sirius; I really do not want to think about it, I've already got the mental image of him transforming, I don't want one of him with a strapping 6 footer of a Quidditch player as well"

"What's so bad about the mental image of him transforming" asked Peter

"Don't you know?" sneered Sirius

"No... What happens?"

"The DADA book says" James read

"Monthly Transformations: Said to be significantly more painful than the Cruciatus Curse [see page 578] a werewolf going through his or her transformation will have every bone in their body broken, reshaped and reformed into the werewolf skeleton, they then sprout a thick coat and lose control of their inhibitions, often leading to injuries, e.g. A werewolf may throw his or herself at objects blocking their path, the process of transforming back is the same as the initial one. Every bone is broken and reshaped but often bones will not reform as well, and the werewolf returned to their human state may be left with broken or fractured bones as well as any injuries they may have obtained during their transformation." Both Sirius and James looked over at Peter, who was now even whiter than before and looked like he might have sold his soul never to have to go through something like that

"That's horrible" he said weakly

"Exactly... poor Remus" Sirius's heart sank at the reminder of the pain Werewolves have to deal with, "I just wish there was something we could do to help" Sirius flopped onto his bed, the image of Remus twisting and contorting in agony kept appearing in his mind.

"Hmm" said James, still reading his DADA book

"What?" asked Sirius, not really interested but needing some kind of a distraction

"Well" James began to read from the DADA book again "The bite of a werewolf only affects full humans, any other normal animal, magical creature or part human [see page 132] e.g. Vampires [see page 135] will not be affected."

"I don't understand, are you saying we should go and get bitten by vampires?" said Peter, starting to shake

"No, I am not saying we should go and bitten by vampires" Said James with great disdain "I am saying that, bear with me on this, because Werewolf bites don't affect animals, maybe we could become Animagi, that way we can do something to help Remus, by making sure he doesn't hurt himself, or get out of wherever they're putting him when he transforms and hurt someone else"

"You've got to be fucking joking James" groaned Sirius, the boy had had some ridiculous ideas in his time, but this was on a new level "Have you any idea of the skill or talent or hard work that it takes to become an animagus! You can't just decide on whim "Hmm I think we'll be animagi today" It takes years and years of work, some wizards try their entire lives, make it in to their hundreds and still don't get it right!"

"Maybe they just weren't good enough wizards! You know for a fact how talented me and you are" Peter was waiting for James to say his name, but he didn't "Maybe those wizards just couldn't do it because they weren't gifted"

"It doesn't matter if we're gifted James, we're 13 for Christ's sake!"

"I'm not 13 till August" mumbled Peter

"I'm not saying it wouldn't take work! I just... I... I just want to help Remus, okay? It's so gutless of us to let our friend to suffer unimaginable torture all alone, and since I don't see us coming up with a cure anytime soon, becoming an animagus seems like the only way we can do anything, at least that way, we can make sure he won't hurt himself or anyone else"

"What if he hurts one of us? Or bites one of us? Or kills us? Do you have any idea how guilty that would Remus feel? It would probably kill the poor bastard!" Sirius was becoming steadily more infuriated

"We'll be careful then! We'll become big animals! I refuse to just stand by knowing our best friend is getting fucked by this fucking evil curse every fucking month!" James had difficulty controlling his "fuck" output when he got this frantic; his voice had gotten higher, he breathing heavier than usual, Sirius hesitated and sighed

"You're right again, you courageous noble bastard" Said Sirius "It almost disgusts me how Gryffindor you are" James relaxed at this, his usual evil grin returning to his face

"That's got to be the third time you've admitted defeat this year. Are you sure you don't want me to write to the Daily Prophet this time?"

"I'm sure"

"It would probably make the front page"

"Fuck off"

*

Remus ran as fast as he could from his dorm at 10:45. He was still a little shaken from everything that had happened, the finding out about his horrible secret, the crying, the panic attack, the vomiting. But all in all, it had been a good night; he was astounded at how well James and Sirius had taken to him being a werewolf and quite impressed that they'd managed to work it out. Most of all he was simply relieved he wouldn't have to lie to them anymore, he'd always felt pangs of guilt lying to Lily Evans but it was somehow worse with James and Sirius.

He had spent the last hour or so in the bathroom, trying to scrub every trace of vomit from his mouth, making his eyes look like they hadn't just wept the equivalent of the River Thames and trying to put a little colour back in his face, which was beginning to make Nearly Headless Nick look tan. Once he had decided this was the best he was going to be able to look, he changed into a tidy pair of jeans and a black polo neck and began his sprint to his date on the seventh floor. He ran, not just through eagerness but through an attempt to avoid a Filch shaped detention and also to save time, obviously he couldn't miss the seventh floor but he had no idea where the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy was and he feared it would take some time to find.

*

Sirius couldn't sleep; he was still gnawing at his fingers and worrying about Remus. He decided to get up and go to the common room. He sat by the fire, in his pyjamas, running his hands through his long dark hair, trying to convince himself nothing awful was happening to Remus, occasionally having to hold back the urge to run to the Room of Requirement to save him. He resolved that he would wait up for him, no matter how late he got back. It was Saturday tomorrow anyway and he could use this as an opportunity to do a little reading on Animagi and werewolves.

*

He slid round the corner to find Caelan leaning against the wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. He was out of breath

"Am I late?"

"A bit, couldn't you find the tapestry?"

"No, sorry"

"Don't be sorry, my fault for giving you shitty directions"

"Okay... so where is the room of requirement? Behind the tapestry?"

"No it's just here" he said casually gesturing to the wall behind him

"Oh... where's the door?" Remus said beginning to wonder if Caelan really was just winding him up

"Ah, well this is why you've never heard of the Room of Requirement before; the door only appears to those who walk past 3 times concentration on what they need" he laughed as he did just that and the door appeared.

As they entered the room, it was small and cosy; it contained a rather large plush sofa and an orange wood fire burning in a fine black stone hearth. They sat down on the sofa, which was extremely comfortable, Remus stared into the fire, feeling Caelan's gaze upon him. There was silence for a while. Caelan put a hand on Remus's left cheek, he shivered, he guided his Remus's head round to face him, and placed his other hand on Remus's right cheek.

"So... what did you want to- Mmphmf!" his question interrupted by Caelan, who had suddenly pulled Remus into a firm kiss, which quickly softened and deepened, became more passionate as minutes went by. Caelan had begun leaning forward and soon Remus was lying on his back. Still locked in the kiss, Caelan began to unbutton his shirt and Remus, almost mechanically had tried to pull off his polo neck, but upon discovering they would have to break apart, Remus left it pulled half way up his pallid, scarred torso exposing his ribs, which stuck out through his skin and were bruised from last night's transformation. For a moment they stayed like this, and then Caelan began to loosen his belt, then the zipper of his jeans, he was hard. Not trying to mirror him so instinctively this time, Remus broke from the kiss.

"What are you doing?" he asked trying not to sound frightened or overly confused or pissed off, or any emotion that might deter a lover.

"I was... Don't you want to?"

"To do what?" he must've sounded so stupid

"Well... have sex?" Caelan looked a little bemused, had been looming over Remus, but he sat back a little

"Er... I don't know" he said smiling apologetically "I haven't ever before" he looked back at the fire, wishing they were just kissing again

"Oh, you know, you've got to have your first time sometime" he said matter-of-factly

"I know... It doesn't feel right, right now"

"Why not?"

"I don't know..." he could feel a crimson glow of embarrassment working its way up his face

"Are you sure it's not right? I haven't done anything wrong, have I?" Remus was a little frightened; Caelan's voice had adopted an unpleasant cold and sharp tone

"No, I don't suppose you have"

"Well why isn't it right?" his face now morphing into a slight scowl

"I guess it is, when you put it like that" he fought to keep his voice even

"Great!" his face relaxed "so you're sure then?" Remus wondered why he bothered asking

"Yes, I suppose I am" he lied. Though, he was in no doubt that he couldn't remember the last time he had been more unsure of anything.

"Good" he cooed, voice back to his usual gentle lull, smiling, he helped Remus pull off his polo neck and took down Remus's then his own jeans and underwear. "Now, turn around" it was a command, but at least it was a softly spoken one, Remus did as he was told. He could hear Caelan mumbling some spell over his shoulder and he felt his hot breath on the back of his neck.

He screwed up his eyes, balled his hands into fists and hoped for the best.

*

Sirius checked the time; midnight. He had given up trying to read because worry had overcome his ability to concentrate. Every time some stray student had wandered through the portrait hole over the last hour he had dropped whichever book he was half reading at the time and sprung up from the chair he was sitting on and had nothing but received bewildered looks from strangers each time he did this.

It had been just after midnight when Remus had stumbled through the portrait hole, is eyes glazed over and walking with a considerable limp.

"You alright mate?" Sirius had hopped from his chair and bounded over to Remus, quickly knowing without having to be told, Remus was not alright. He didn't answer; he simply half smiled and shrugged. "Do you want to sit down?"

"S'pose" he shuffled over to the chair opposite the one Sirius had been in. He grimaced as he put his weight down. Sirius joined him.

"How did it go?" Sirius was doing his best to sound enthusiastic and curious, but he was now more worried than he had been in a long time.

"Okay"

"Just okay?"

"Yep"

"What did you do?"

"Nothing you'd be interested in Sirius" He raised his eyebrows warningly

"What do you mean? Did you just talk or something?" Said Sirius, not taking the hint

"No"

"Then what di-... oh... eww"

"Yeah" said Remus, sounding distinctly demoralized, looking at his shoes

"Did you... kiss?"

"Yeah, for a while"

"Did you, uh..."

"Yeah we did"

"Was it... okay?" Sirius was praying his voice and face didn't reflect how scared and worried he felt for Remus

"I think so"

"You only think so?"

"It was alright... It hurt... It still hurts... I didn't really want to" Remus rubbed his eyes, Sirius felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach, he felt a little responsible for this, he should've talk him out of it

"Why did you? If you didn't want to"

"I don't know, he sounded so... weird... he's so much bigger than me... I was too scared to outright tell him no"

"Oh Remus..." he sighed sympathetically, he got up and walked towards Remus his arms raised, he bent down to hug him. Remus shrugged his away

"Please don't"

"I'm sorry" he snatched his arms up quickly and folded them

"Just don't"

"What?"

"Please don't take this the wrong way Sirius, but would you do me a favour and just leave me alone"

"Okay, no problem, I understand" He began to back out of the room leaving Remus alone in his chair "You're sure you're alright?"

"No, but there's nothing you can do" Sirius didn't feel right leaving him alone like this, but he did as he was told and climbed the staircase and walked to his dorm. He got into bed, pulled the hangings round it and hoped Remus would be alright soon.