A/N: Thanks again to everyone that's reviewed, favourite etc. This is the first chapter I didn't write on my phone in the early hours of the morning. And I felt like I owed you a long chapter. You, yes you. You, personally.

"What?" The tone of voice James used reflected the amount of shock on his face. "Why'd he do that?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "That's what we need to find out, isn't it? Remus wouldn't usually leave the dorm, would he? He wouldn't want to break the rules, or keep something from us. It must be something really big, we need to find him!"

"Come on then, what're you waiting for?" James jumped out of bed and grabbed his invisibility cloak, which he had conveniently found in his father's trunk last year. He turned and faced another boy's bed, suddenly. "What should we do about Peter? He'd want to come as well."

"Let him sleep."

"Ok."

They slowly walked out of their dorm, through the common room, and clambered out of the portrait hole. The Fat Lady woke up, startled, and looked around. But nobody was there.

Nobody, except for a thin boy at the end of the corridor.

"There he is, look!" James whispered a little too loudly.

Sirius stamped on his foot. "You're invisible, Remus isn't deaf!"

"So very sorry." James's voice dripped with sarcasm, and his eyes were watering.

"So, what should we do now?"

"I don't know, you're the one making the plans!"

"When did I ever say that?"

"You didn't. You implied it." James grinned.

Sirius grinned as well. "I say we follow him, whatever he's doing. He's allowed to have adventures, isn't he? We'll be like bodyguards. Only go visible if he's in trouble. Clear?"

"Bodyguards it is." James puffed out his chest jokingly.

Sirius rolled his eyes again, still grinning. He looked in front of them. "Shit, we've lost him!"

"Don't be so panicky. He's just round the corner, I'm sure of it. Lucky one of us doesn't lose our heads in a," he did air-quotation-marks, "crisis."

He was, as James said, just around the corner. They remained in silence for the rest of the time they were following him. Suddenly, Remus went into one of the old, disused classrooms.

"Should we go in with him?" Sirius asked.

"Nah, there's nowhere else to go from in there. Just stay here, I say. If we hear anything out of the ordinary, then we go in."

Sirius nodded in agreement.

Remus's POV.

I was going to do it. I knew there was nobody to help me if I got into trouble. I also knew that nobody came down here. No-one used the classroom or those near it, so there was no point patrolling the corridor.

I was alone.

Alone, apart from the rattling trunk in front of me, which I was staring at. I knew what was in it. I didn't know what it would look like when I let it out. I didn't know if I had wanted to know.

Professor Bing's disgusted face flashed in front of me. My expression became stony.

I had to beat him.

"Alohomora!" The lock on the trunk clicked. The lid was slowly lifted. It flew open. Out clambered…

"Sirius?"

(A/N: I know in PoA Remus's boggart was a full moon, but people change, and so do their fears.)

"Don't look at me, werewolf." Sirius sneered and looked away.

A pop, and it was now James facing me. "You're a monster. I can't believe I ever talked to you."

I now knew why Professor Bing hadn't let me face the boggart. As much as he hated me for what I was, he had to make sure that no-one knew what I was. It would have been obvious, had my boggart started calling me a werewolf in front of everyone.

I raised my wand at the sneering James. "No, it's not James." I told myself firmly. "It's a boggart. It's not James, he wouldn't do this. Riddikulus!"

The boggart didn't change shape. There was nothing I could do to make this funny, except change myself. I was a monster, I knew I was.

James- no, the boggart- sneered. "Is the half-breed scared? No-one cares about werewolves, Remus. No-one. Do you know why? It's because everyone wants them dead, the disgusting monsters that they are, that you are."

James had gone, Peter was now staring at me. "Everyone hates you."

"Riddikulus! RIDDIKULUS!"

Peter- the boggart- moved towards me. "We're never talking to you again. Not me, not James, not Sirius."

"No… please…" I backed into the table behind me. It shifted slightly, and I heard something fall onto it with a resounding crash.

Sirius was back again. "You're not to speak to us, either? Are you clear? We don't want anything to do with you."

I whimpered. "Please.. it's not my fault… please don't leave me.." My knees buckled, and I hit the floor.

The door flew open.