"Now, Joyce, get behind me," whispered James urgently. Joyce moved backwards as her brother stepped in front of her. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled. "This is why, in our second year, we didn't speak during a month." Leaving Joyce confused at these mysterious words, he turned back to face the werewolf, bent his shoulders, and started shaking. His skin rippled, and from his head sprouted two magnificent horns as his feet turned to hooves. In the span of time that it took Joyce to blink, James had turned from human to deer. Joyce gasped. "Prongs," she whispered in awe as her brother, now a deer, charged at the wolf. The black dog that had chased the werewolf came running at her, but before it reached the young woman, it transformed, leaving place to Sirius. "Padfoot," said Joyce, everything dawning on to her. "If Peter is Wormtail, then..." she looked at the rat. "Is that Pete?"

"We don't have time for that, Joyce, you have to get inside the house, and barricade yourself. Moony mustn't be able to get to you!" said Sirius, pulling Joyce to the porch as James and Peter distracted the wolf.

"Moony? Is the wolf... Remus?"

Sirius looked at her, never ending his run until they were undercover. "Yes; I thought you'd understood at the same time you understood for Peter."

Once Joyce got inside the house, he closed the door behind Joyce but stayed outside. "Stay here. Do not go outside; don't move until tomorrow morning, got it?" he told her through the glass door. Joyce nodded. "But won't Remus be able to break the door?" she said.

"You're in an Auror's house, Joyce. Do you really think there wouldn't be protective charms around it?"

Joyce laughed tiredly. "I guess you're right... Be careful, all right?"

"We always are, Joyce." said Sirius.