James got back to his dorm in record time, jumping onto Sirius's bed and bouncing until Sirius slapped him in the face. "Prat," he slurred, for he was tired. They'd been up late last night, almost until dawn.

"Get up, Peter!" James threw a pillow at his other friend's head, but Peter didn't wake. He never woke on the first try. James sighed. This called for extreme measures. "BREAKFAST, PETER!"

The boy sat up almost instantaneously, turning his head to James. "Breakfast?" He murmured.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Nah, James just decided he wanted us to wake up at 4:00 bloody o'clock in the morning."

"Oh, shut it! Remus is in the Hospital Wing. Says he got attacked by a dog, but that's rubbish. Somebody beat him up. And we're gonna find out who." James said all this very fast, jumping off of Sirius's bed and pulling on a pair of trousers.

"Remus was with his mum," Peter said, climbing out of bed, "and his dad, wasn't he? Why is he at Hogwarts?"

"Said something about his dad thinking it was easier for Madam Pomfrey to fix him up than having to go to St. Mungo's," James said, adjusting his glasses on his face.

Sirius sat up. "How do you think we are going to find out what's wrong with him?"

James looked at his best friend as if he had never seen him before. "Obviously you're not awake yet, Siri, so I'll let that slide. We're going to do what we always do when we need to figure something out."

Peter tied his shoes and tossed Sirius his robe. "We're going to ask?" Peter said dumbly, still sleepy.

"No, Peter. We're going to spy."

Sirius grinned, grabbed something off of his desk, and zoomed out of the dorm.

Sirius crept around the corner in front of the Hospital Wing doors. "We're fine," he whispered. He grabbed Peter by the arm. "Peter, listen- no, don't talk. I'm going to punch you in the face right now. Try to be quiet."

Peter took on a startled expression as Sirius' fist came flying towards his face. He squealed and tried to dodge the blow, but Sirius caught the boy's cheek with his knuckles. It wasn't enough to cause a bruise, but it did leave a mark, which is what Sirius was going for.

James looked completely horrified. "Sirius, mate, have you completely lost it?"

But Sirius was smiling. "No, I'm brilliant. Don't you see? Peter's going to go in there and say that a fight is going on in the Common Room. He's going to say that someone got really hurt, and he tried to break it up but he couldn't. Madam Pomfrey will leave the infirmary to go help that hurt boy. Then me and James' will sneak in and talk to Remus."

"What's she going to say when there is no fight?" Peter huffed.

"Oh, but you see, there will be one. I left a picture of Hannah Jerod kissing Samuel Thomas on Gregory Pinch's pillow before we came down here. Dropped a book on the floor to make sure he woke up."

Hannah Jerod and Gregory Pinch, third years, had been dating for the entire semester. Samuel Thomas and Gregory Pinch were best mates. This would not end well.

"How'd you come by that?" James asked in admiration.

"I snatched your cloak on the night of the Gryffindor Quidditch party and hid in the cupboard. I knew we'd need scandalizing pictures one day."

James looked at Sirius in awe. He admired his best friend's ability to think ahead. "Alright, then. Peter, mate, you know what to do."

And Peter, despite being nervous, preformed beautifully. He burst into the Hospital Wing with force, and Madam Pomfrey looked up sharply. "It is 5 o'clock in the morning, Mr. Pettigrew. What could possibly-"

Peter interrupted, "There's a fight, Madam, in the common room. Someone got realy hurt. I tried to stop it. Need help." He said this all very quickly, acting as though he was out of breath.

Madam Pomfrey didn't ask anymore questions. She simply put down the vial she was holding and rushed past Peter into the hallway. Peter followed after her.

James took this opportunity to slip into the Hospital Wing before the doors closed. "Remus, it's me and Sirius. We're here to see you," he explained, walking down the row of beds. There was only one bed that had the curtains drawn.

But no sound came. Not even the sound of breath, or of Remus trying to curl himself further into the covers to avoid being seen. There was no sound except for the footsteps of Sirius walking behind James, and it was creepy. Sirius was about to suggest that maybe Remus had gone back to his mum and dad's when he heard a voice. It was Remus. Weak and shaky, yes, but Remus all the same.

"James, please, you don't understand."

"We just came to say hi, me and Sirius, mate. And to find out who bloodied you up," James said softly in response, reaching out and pulling the curtains back on Remus' bed.

Sirius realized that something was terribly, horribly wrong with his mate. James did not live in a house full of Dark Magic, and so he could not understand that Remus had been attacked, yes, but not by a dog.

There was a bite mark on Remus' collarbone, where his robes usually covered. He was not wearing robes, however, and the bite was clearly visible to Sirius. It was not the bite of a dog, or a cat, or a snake, even, but something much, much worse.

Werewolf.

Usually I'd give you two more little parts to this, but today I'm not going to. Mwuahahaha. Thank you to all my reviewers, and to those who waited patiently for this next part. I'm sorry it took so long to get this up, but I've been really busy with school lately. Updates will come quicker now, I promise.