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Remus lifted his head slightly, to get a better view of the unfolding scene before him. Sirius and Peter were sitting on the arm of his sofa, peering out of the window.
"That asshole!" Sirius said. "He hates Lily; what's she doing at his house?"
Peter's beady eyes were fixated on the couple. "Should we tell Prongs?"
Sirius scoffed. "No way! He's bad enough as it is!"
"But-" Peter was cut of by Sirius.
"Listen, Pete. You don't have to live with him all of the time. And at the minute, he's unbearable."
Peter nodded, returning his eyes to Lily and Amos.

Remus just heard fragments of his friend's conversation. Another burst of pain split through his head and spread through his body. He felt his legs go rigid. Frowing slightly, Remus opened his eyes. Was this happening too fast?
Faster than usual?
He saw the clock out of the corner of his eye. It was 6pm.
Sirius was looking down at him.
"Moony? Alright there?"
His friend placed a cold hand onto Remus's shoulder.
"I don't know." Remus shuddered. "Is…Is there any sign of the moon up?"
Sirius stood up and peered out of the window, bypassing Lily and Amos to look up. Sure enough, in the cloudless sky, the moon could be seen, though faint.
"Well yeah…is that bad?"
Remus swore under his breath. "I don't know. There isn't any clouds today…normally that keeps the moon hidden from full view for a while…"
Another pang hit him, right between the eyes. Remus let out a moan.

"G-Get me to the basement n-now!" Remus shouted, his body shaking.
"Wormy, get his legs!"
The two boys hefted their friend down the stairs. "No time to get to the forest Remus." Sirius said, talking about the vast forest that they usually used for Remus's transformations when they weren't at Hogwarts.
Remus shook his head, "I know…" He could feel sweat dripping down his forehead.
"I think I'll be alright for a few hours…j-just, hurts." He clenched his hands and squeezed his eyes closed. He didn't want to see Sirius's pity, or Peter's fright.
"Look, go upstairs. I'll be fine here. It doesn't hurt that bad anyway."
"But Moony-"
"No Sirius, I'm fine."
He kept his eyes shut as his friend retreated upstairs.
Oh, the lies. He wasn't fine at all.
Infact, he was feeling quite the opposite.

Lily laid her head on the grass, staring up at the unusually clear sky.
"Such a beautiful day." She murmured, yearning for a good book to settle down with.
"Yeah." Amos said. He sounded preoccupied.
Lily lifted her head up. "What is it?"
He shook his head. "Oh, nothing. I just noticed the front curtains closing at the Lupin's house, weird."
"Not really." Lily persisted. "Maybe the sun was shining in."
Amos breathed deeply and started picking at blades of grass.

"Do you like me, Lily?" Amos said suddenly. Lily blinked, confused.
"Yeah, sure I do…I don't know you too well to be honest."
"But that could change right?" He said, smiling playfully at her.
Lily bit her lip. "I guess…" She hesitated.

Amos reached out hastily and grabbed her hand. Lily looked down, shocked.
Did she want this? What about James?
Lily pushed that thought from her mind. Anything with James was out of the question, she knew that, and Amos was good looking, there was no denying it.

But he had the personality of a particularly illiterate flobberworm.

Sighing, Lily let her hand remain in his. She set her head back onto the grass oncemore, but Amos caught her by the neck and placed her head on his lap, a hand twirling with her hair. She smiled slightly; this was actually quite nice. And she was sure she could get used to it.

Sirius paced the floor of Remus Lupin's living room. Peter was crouched anxiously on the armchair. He flinched as he heard a loud, throaty cough from below their feet.
They had never had a full moon like this before.
Never.
Who knew when Remus could transform, and without James, it would be a struggle to keep him under control. As a stag, James was the only one bigger than the wolf, and he usually kept Remus from hurting himself or others.
"Should we get Prongs?" Peter said. Sirius looked over, the smaller boy was twitching nervously.
Sirius sighed. Peter, as a rat, wasn't the most useful when dealing with a monstrous werewolf. Sure, when they were at Hogwarts he could scamper ahead and freeze the willow, but right now, all the whimpering boy was doing was adding to his growing list of problems. He headed to the window and saw Lily and Amos still by the tree. Amos whipped his head around, as if he could feel Sirius's eyes on them.

Swearing, Sirius slammed the curtains shut. The room darkened, only adding to the sombre mood in the house. A muffled moan sounded from the basement and Sirius looked over to Peter.
"Okay, now we get James."

James rushed to Sirius's the moment he'd received the scribbled note from Peter. He didn't even close the front door, but didn't give it too much thought.
Remus was unbelievably ill.
He blasted through the front door, blundering into the front room of Remus's house.
"Where is he? How is he? What it it?" James said, out of breath. Sirius and Peter were sat on the sofa, an untouched lunch of pizza placed between them. That's how James knew things were badly wrong; Peter and Sirius could easily eat 5 pizzas between them in one sitting usually.
"He's downstairs." Sirius said, refusing to meet James's eyes.
"I'm going to see him."
Sirius jumped up. "No! You can't!" Peter put a hand to his forehead.
"Why?"

"Because James…it's already started."
James looked down at his watch and gulped; it was only 9 o'clock.

Lily dozed off. Amos, she found out, was rather skilled with massages. He was soothingly rubbing her head and it was brilliant. She could feel the evening sun, still slightly warming her face.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Lily's eyes burst open. That sound…it sounded like someone was in agony. She sat up, and Amos jumped to his feet.
"That came from Lupin's house!"
Lily gasped. Could it be?
She looked up- yep. There, in the middle of the sky was the full moon, shining bright and clear as day.
"Nah…" Lily said, breathing fast. "I'm sure it didn't."
But Amos was already leaving his garden, and crossing the road to the house opposite.
"Amos! Don't go over there!"
He waved a hand at her and continued walking. Muttering swear words, she followed.

Amos pressed an ear to the front door.
"C'mon, please can we leave?" Lily begged. The boy glared at her and raised a hand to his lips.
"NO NO NO NO NOOOOO!"
Lily flinched; there was no denying it. The ear splitting screaming was indeed coming from inside.
Amos turned around to Lily. "What the bloody hell was that? Didn't sound human!" His face was incredibly white.
"I think we should leave…" Lily whispered. The air suddenly felt cold, and she shivered.
Amos shook his head. "No way!" He crept around the side of the house, and Lily had no choice to follow him.

There was a backdoor, and the screaming could be heard much more clearly now. Lily felt like crying; she, unlike Amos, knew who was screaming. Remus Lupin, the quiet, reserved boy that she called her friend, was in immense pain and there was nothing she could do.
Amos placed a hand on the door handle. "It's open." He said quietly. "I reckon we should go in."
Lily gasped. "Are you insane?"
"What!" Amos said. "Not like there will be anything dangerous in there. I have my wand, remember?"
Amos pushed the door open and took a step in. Lily jumped forward and grabbed his wrist. "Please…don't."
"You're not telling me what to do." He said coldly. "Either come with me, or don't."

Amos entered the door, which lead into a kitchen. Lily stood helplessly outside, wondering what to do. She couldn't leave Amos to see a fully transformed werewolf, but she could hardly tell the boy the reason she didn't want him to enter. Lily stepped into the house, and closed the door quietly behind her. Amos was standing in front of a trap door.
"It's coming from down there…" He said looking worried again.

Slowly, Amos dropped to his knees, and felt the wood floor. He grabbed hold of the metal ring that opened the door.
Lily stepped backwards on impulse as Amos lifted the opening up. The wood creaked and she winced; surely the werewolf below would hear them!

Without turning around to face her, Amos descended into the darkness. Lily stumbled forward.
"Amos! Please, don't go down there!" Lily felt tears spring up in her eyes as the boy ignored her. She followed him, feeling sick.
She saw Amos reach the bottom. He screamed, and fell back a few steps. Lily rushed down the last two, and past him, to see the room in front of her.
Dimly, she registered that a 7-foot tall wolf was baring its teeth at her, but more importantly, she saw a stag. How strange.

It was staring at her, a sort of confusion flashing in its strange eyes. There was a silence where only the panting of the wolf could be heard. Then, without warning, the monster let out a high wail, and sprinted at her. Lily was paralyzed with fear.
Just when she thought the werewolf was about to make impact, the towering stag blocked her. The wolf snarled and bit into the stag's leg, but it was distracted for the moment. Lily saw this as a chance. She grabbed Amos and pulled him up, before bounding up the stairs.

She didn't pause for breath until they were safely locked into Amos Diggory's house.