A/N: Thank you for the feedback of this story. It's amazing to think how many people like my story. Now I have a question, because I have more ideas for other stories, do you think I should finish these ones first and then write them? or start writing them now?

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"You're a what?" said Harry, flabbergasted.

"I'm a werewolf Harry." said Remus nervously.

"What's wrong with that?" said Harry, not really understanding.

Remus couldn't help it, he chuckled softly "Oh to be young and naïve," he took another steadying breath and sat down in the chair next to Harry "You don't understand. Werewolves are treated like vermin. It's damn near impossible to get a job for people like me, you always get people judging you for your condition."

Harry looked appalled "But that's wrong! You cant help it!" Harry exclaimed, choking with the injustice of it.

"I know Harry. I know." said Remus softly, reaching out and squeezing Harry's knee.

"Well werewolf or not I..." Harry took a nervous breath "I still love you."

Harry found himself being yanked into a bone crushing hug.

"Ow! Uncle Remus...can't breathe..." choked Harry.

Remus released him, smiling softly.

"Sorry Harry." he said, still smiling softly.

Harry stayed and chatted for a little while until he realised that he had five minutes to get to divination. Jumping from his seat, Harry bade goodbye to Remus and rushed to get to divination on time.

-xxx-

He burst through the door, ten minutes late, gasping for breath and sweating profusely.

"Ah you have arrived. But of course I foresaw that." said Professor Trelawney in her mystic tones.

Harry rolled his eyes and settled himself down in-between a sniggering Ron and a tutting Hermione.

"Today we shall be continuing with crystal ball gazing. Please gaze into the spherical crystal to decipher your future."

Next to him, Ron's shoulders were shaking with the suppressed giggles.

"What's so funny?" said Harry, turning to Ron and raising an eyebrow.

"I'm just thinking of earlier." said Ron, guffawing.

Harry chuckled and turned his attention to the crystal ball in front of him. He peered disinterestedly into it.

"I forsee that you will have five wives, fifteen children and a dog called Steve." said Harry in mystic to Ron.

Ron snorted loudly and even Hermione smiled.

"I foresee that you will get kicked in the shin." said Ron, peering into the crystal ball and squinting.

Harry, Ron and Hermione erupted into loud laughter. Professor Trelawney jumped and dropped the crystal ball on her foot.

"Yes my boy did you foresee something?" said Professor Trelawney, scooting over to Ron and Harry who were sniggering under their breaths and Hermione who was scowling at Trelawney.

"Erm.." said Ron, ever the conversationalist.

Professor Trelawney peered into the crystal ball and shrieked, jumping backwards.

"My boy, your life is coming to an end." said Professor Trelawney dramatically, pointing a shaking finger at Harry.

"Oh what a load of old waffle." snapped Hermione.

Professor Trelawney turned to Hermione "My dear it is apparent that from the moment you entered my humble classroom that you do not possess the gift of divination."

Hermiones face flushed with anger, standing up angrily, she grabbed her bag, knocking the crystal ball to the floor as she did so. She then stormed from the classroom.

The class watched the door that Hermione with horrified fascination. Hermione Granger, teachers pet extraordinaire had been rude to a teacher?

"What it something I said?" said Professor Trelawney, looking completely dumbfounded.

-xxx-

As they entered their charms classroom next lesson, Hermione still hadn't shown up. Harry was starting to worry. Ron noticing this, smiled reassuringly at Harry.

"Don't worry mate, She'll be fine." he assured.

Harry couldn't be bothered to argue, he had a headache coming on and felt slightly feverish. The d rest of the lesson passed by rather quickly. They were doing cheering charms, Harry had over done the cheering charms a bit and as a result, Ron was skipping down the hall an clapping his hands.

As they entered the common room, Harry's headache increased almost unbearably. Clutching his forehead and screwing up his eyes, Harry dropped down onto the sofa and closed his eyes.

"Erm Harry mate are you okay?" said Ron, clearly concerned.

Harry opened his eyes a fraction and looked up at his best friend. He nodded and almost immediately wished he hadn't as a sharp pain shot through his temples, blinding him for a few short moments.

He gave a loud of pain and retched but managed to get his stomach under control. He shut his eyes so that he wouldn't have to see Ron's concerned face and concentrated on staying conscious even though he could feel the welcoming darkness pushing in on him from all sides.

"What's going on?" came Hermiones concerned voice.

Harry frowned slightly, was it him or was everything getting quieter? Why was it getting so hard to breathe? He gave a short gasp and went floppy.

Hermione jumped into action, grabbing his wrist, she felt for a pulse while Ron and the surrounding people watched in concern, she knelt down beside him and pulled him gently so that he was laying on the floor.

She then put him into the recovery position just in time for him to vomit everywhere.

"Ron go get Madame Pomfrey!" Hermione screamed, tears streaming down her face as she placed her hands on his side, feeling the reassuring rhythm of his heavy breathing.

People were either crying silent tears as the scene unfolded before them. Madame Pomfrey arrived, put him on a stretcher and took floated it out of the room.

-xxx-

The first thing Harry noticed when he awoke was that his headache had all but gone. The second thing was that he was warm and comfortable.

With difficulty, Harry opened his eyes and the room blurred into existence. He blinked rapidly, trying to get his vision back into focus. He felt someone gently slip his glasses onto his face and the room came back into focus.

He was in the hospital wing again. Groaning slightly, Harry turned his head and saw a crying Hermione.

"Hermione? Wassamatter?" he slurred, sleep making his speech funny.

"You collapsed Harry," sobbed Hermione "I thought you were going to die."

"Hermione I'm sorry." said Harry guiltily.

Hermione smiled weakly at him "Don't be silly Harry. You have nothing to apologise for." she said firmly.

Harry smiled weakly at her.

"Where's Ron?" said Harry, suddenly noticing that his ginger haired best mate wasn't with Hermione.

Hermione smacked her hand on her forehead "Oh how silly of me. He's gone to get Professor Lupin."

Speak of the devil. Harry thought as Remus hurried into the hospital wing, followed by an anxious Ron.

"Harry! What happened?" Lupin exclaimed as he rushed over and felt Harry's forehead.

"I..I don't know." Harry admitted, shakily as Madame Pomfrey bustled over.

"Madame Pomfrey! What's wrong with Harry?" Lupin exclaimed, biting his bottom lip with worry.

Madame Pomfrey took a deep breath "it seems that Harry has an infection. It started off as a simple ear infection but it has spread to his sinuses as well." she said.

"Is he going to be okay?" said Lupin, sitting heavily at the foot of Harry's bed.

"he'll need to stay in the hospital wing for a few days, get plenty of fluids and take very strong antibiotics, but he should be out before the big Quidditch match." she said, smiling at Harry.

Harry grinned shiftily despite himself. He'd been training hard, pushing himself past exhaustion so that he was on top form for the Quidditch match that would get them into the final Gryffindor v Slytherin.

"Oh thank Merlin" Remus said, smiling kindly at Harry. "Well not thank Merlin that you have an infection." he hastened to add.

"I know what you mean." said Harry, smiling shyly.

Madame Pomfrey cleared her throat and Harry and Remus turned to her.

"You will also be pleased to know that your white cell count has picked up. Despite the infection. If you don't get another infection from now until May, then it is highly likely that you will not need to come to me for treatment any more.

Harry beamed happily. He would be ecstatic if he didn't have to have treatment any more. It was quite tedious, trudging back and forwards to the hospital wing every week. Not to mention the nausea and vomiting, and the medication that he took to counteract that was not without it's side effects either, they made him feel tired and fatigued.

"That's brilliant!" Harry exclaimed.

Next to him, Ron and Hermione beamed.

Harry fell asleep shortly after, to Remus running his fingers through his hair and his friends arguing about some thing or the other.

He smiled in his sleep. He had people who loved him and no matter what happened, he knew he'd get through it with Remus and his friends by his side.

What did you think of this chapter? Sorry it took me so long to update, I only got back from my holiday yesterday :)