HOLY SHIT 99 REVIEWS GUYS THAT'S AWESOME… we're sooooooo close to triple digits now… this is unbelievably EPIC… I didn't think when I started this FanFic I'd even make it to double… WOOOOOOOOO!

Now, a shout out to Lizaluvsdoggies who called Riley/Sirius 'Siriley' in her last review. I'm really happy that I've achieved couple-name status with this pairing and I siriusly like the name.

Also, I thought it was time for an actual quote, instead of lyrics… anyway, read on.

"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows"

–Mark Twain

Chapter Twenty-Six:

"So, how's Frank going?" I asked wryly, sliding in next to Alice in for Transfiguration class who was quietly humming away while smiling to herself.

She looked slightly startled but still managed to answer, "Same old, same old… still nothing," Alice shrugged, looking back to her essay as she read over it a final time before handing it in today.

I cocked an eyebrow, "Wait, what? I thought he asked you out?"

She turned to me with a surprised look plastered across her face, "How in hell did youfind out?"

Rolling me eyes a slammed my books on the table, "Frank told me of course, we're Quidditch teem-mates. It's not like I don't know the guy, he keeps Bludgers from killing me. What I want to know what why the fuck you didn't!"

Alice smiled sheepishly, "Andi suggested–"

I sighed, "–Well that explains it–"

She glared at me, "As I said, Andi suggested that I didn't tell you because you'd take the piss out of me for having a boyfriend and then take half the credit…"

I stared blankly at her for a second, the burst into bouts of pure laughter, "Well of course I'd take the piss outa you and your lanky-ass boyfriend, that's what I was put of Earth to do; take the piss outa people, and about taking half the credit – I'm actually talking ninety precent. Frank and I had a very special chat the day before the game the other week…" I winked.

Alice shook her heard as McGonagall walked in, "You're impossible,"

"No, just highly improbable," I muttered as I dipped my quill in ink, preparing to take notes on the Professors lecture.

"Why am I friends with you?" She asked more herself, than me.

I laugh under breathe, "I wonder that every day,"

"Where's Moony?" I whispered to James, sliding up next to him as we walked down the hall after classes.

Prongs gave me a grave look, "Feeling sick…"

I frowned, "He always does the hours leading up to his, ugh, time of the month. Is everything ready for later?"

James nodded in agreement, "We secured the plans last night, Moony kept trying to talk us out of us as he usually does… I's have been easier if you'd been there, Remus was his usual mess,"

"I can't stay in your room anymore with Sirius and Ariana…" I trailed off.

"I know, I know, and Remus too, I'd bet?" He spoke without joke.

I raised an eyebrow.

"He told me about what went on between you two…" James clarified.

"Oh… right," I frowned, looking down at my feet, "I wish I could like him the way he wants me too but…"

"… You love Sirius," James finished the sentence I didn't plan on finishing myself.

I looked up at him, surprised, "How'd you know that? Did Remus say something…?"

Prongs laughed, "Vixen mate, I've been your friend for five years. I can bloody tell when you go from loving somebody as a best friend to loving somebody with romantic string attached," he winked and I groaned.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Nah, Remus told me – but after that it was really obvious," He grinned mischievously, "The way you're always staring at him with day-dreamy eyes and sending daggers to Ariana…"

I punched him on the arm, although angry more so at Remus. Then I remembered today was the night of the full moon and squashed the thought, "You're calling me dreamy-eyed? What about Lily? At least Sirius doesn't hate me,"

"So the two of you made up, then?" James smiled warmly.

I nodded, a slight frown on my face, "Yeah, yesterday we talked it through… it was a stupid row anyway,"

"Padfoot never told me what that fight was about anyway… when I asked he just told me to 'shut the fuck up and piss off', well, that was after he'd been heavily abused by Lily in the middle of the night… oh Sirius, our forever moody friend – I wouldn't mind being abused by Lily in the middle of the night," James laughed, and his laugh soon became infectious as I joined in.

"Don't worry 'bout it Prongs," I said with a wry smile, "And keep your weird Lily fantasies to yourself,"

"Fine," He shrugged, "And worrying really ain't my thing,"

"Except for when it comes to Quidditch," I pointed out correctly.

"True," He agreed with a slight nod and we kept walking, making our way towards the Infirmary to see if Remus was still there.

Together we pushed open the double doors, holding our breaths. It was a familiar shaky feeling, deep in out bones.

As James and I entered the room, we spotted Remus sitting on the corner on one of the beds, leaning over a bucket. The stench of vomit was foul in the air, but it wasn't nearly as foul as the feeling in my stomach, because we all loved Remus; he was the mature glue that held our band of misfits together and it pained us all to see him like he is on the day of the full moon – a complete wreak. He was always the strongest one, the tolerant one and it was agonising to watch him break, but we all put up a brave face. We were strong for him, when he couldn't be.

I saw his hair about to fall in his face, and I quickly tucked it behind his ear so it didn't get vomited on, "Thanks," he mumbled before going again.

"So, I guess you're not feeling much better?" James said dully.

Moony shook his head, saying bitterly, "Not to worry, this should stop in a little while and be replaced my stomach cramps,"

James sighed, "We know the drill, Remus; nausea, vomiting, cramps, fever, then finally the shift. It's all sorted for tonight, don't worry, we're ready as always,"

He looked as if he was going to say more, but only nodded as he heaved his guts into the bucket again. I held his long fringe back from his face as he did so.

"Oh, you two are here," said a surprised looking Madame Le'Dionettre came bustling into the room with a new bucket, "Here honey, take this," she swapped Remus's bucket with the old one and took it away, but by this time Remus had almost stoped vomiting and was clutching his stomach, face screwed up in pain.

James and I sat down on each side of him and we weaved our arms around his shoulders and I said, "Don't worry, I get that kind of pain every month too," Prongs laughed a short snort and Remus managed a wry, pained smile as Madame Le'Dionettre ran back into the room again with some sort of potion meant to help.

I don't think it worked. Nothing ever did.

This night was a dark, sepulchral one indeed, the light of the moon and stars blocked out by the overcast cloud, hanging like grey deadweight in the sky.

James and Peter had gone ahead earlier to start with the protective charms as Sirius and I collected Remus from the Hospital Wing, then with the good luck and well wishes of Madame Le'Dionettre and Professor McGonagall, we were sent along with enough healing and safety potions to last us all a lifetime. They believed we left after helping his get ready. Not likely.

Remus leaning against us both, his face pale and sweat dripping down his forehead in a cold sweat we began slowly making our way down to towards The Womping Willow, keeping our distance as Sirius quickly morphed into a black dog so he could weave through the attacks of the extremely violent tree and twist the root to freeze it.

Through the tunnel we weaved until we finally came to the creaky wooden steps leading up to the Shrieking Shack where the other boys met us.

"Y-you should all go… I can make it from here alone," Remus murmured as he shivered.

"Not likely mate," James exclaimed, "We've already done the work; we should at least get to enjoy the show,"

Moony smiled weakly, but the smile soon faded as he spasmed randomly. Sirius and Peter managed to catch his shoulders so he didn't fall to the ground, "Let's get you upstairs, Moony," was all Padfoot said.

James stayed back to cast the last spells on the last entrance where we'd come through as he was the second best at Charms – the first being Remus, who's otherwise incapable of casting now.

We hid our wands under the floorboards where they wouldn't be broken, but could be gotten to at short notice and I took off my Locket placing it there also for safe keeping. As I was only a metamorphmagus and not an animagus, I was the most at risk here and had to try to sever as much humanity as possible when a fox because unlike when they boy's change, my personality doesn't become anymore animalistic, so I trained myself to do it manually.

With a nod to each one of us and grim looks upon out faces, we morphed into our other forms and assumed positions around the Shrieking Shack.

The sickly Remus had curled himself up in the corner, away from us. Shielding his eyes from the rays off silvery moonlight that had begun to shine through the window. As it crept its way towards him, I held my breath until it fully hit him and he opened his eyes. They were heavily dilated as he let out a yelp of pain and broke into a seizure.

It had begun.