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The Life of A Young Werewolf by lenette
Chapter 5 : Plans
 
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Even though the conversation had caught him unprepared, now that it was over, he felt relieved. He was not the kind of person who enjoyed lying, so he was pleased to know that, with his friends at least, he could be honest.

Soon, school was out for Christmas break, and this year even Sirius was going home for the holidays. On the ride to London, James invited the others to his house for New Year’s Eve. They all promised to let him know if they would be able to come over.

His dad met him at the station, and they apparated home together. His mom came out of the kitchen as soon as he arrived, and greeted him with a warm hug.

“I’m so glad you’re home, son. How are you?”

“I’m doing great, mom. Are you guys okay?”

Before Marie could answer, John said

“I’m fine, but I think your mom has got something wrong with her. Look at her neck.”

Remus stepped back and looked at his mother’s neck. At the base of her neck, on each side, was a lump about the size of a walnut.

“It’s nothing to worry about. I’m going to see a healer about them next week. I’m sure they’ll be able to take care of them and I’ll be fine.” said Marie.
“I hope you’re right, mama. Just because I’ve been using the excuse that you’re sick to hide my problem doesn’t mean I wanted you to be sick.” said Remus with a faint smile.

“Of course not, sweetheart. This is just a couple of little bumps, it’s no big deal. Now tell me, how’s school going?”

“Really good. I’m making good grades in most of my classes. I’m still getting along well with James, Sirius, and Peter- they’re turning out to be good friends. I almost forgot to mention it- James invited me and the other guys to his house for New Year’s Eve. Can I go?”

“Probably, but we need to check the calendar.” Said his dad.

“I already checked the lunar phase- the moon won’t be full until the third of January, the day I go back to school.”

“Then you can go, unless something comes up. Do you have any assignments over the holidays?” asked his mom



“No ma’am. I’ll have the entire break to just have fun.”


“That’s good. You’ll have some time alone too, because I have to work a few days while you’re home. But I will be home Christmas Eve and Christmas day, and so will your dad.”

“I understand, and I don’t mind the time alone. I’ve got a few things in mind I can do then.”

“Good. Dinner’s almost ready, so you can just relax for a little while.”



She went back into the kitchen, and in a few minutes, returned to tell them to come to the table.

Dinner was an enjoyable meal. The food was great, as his mom’s always was, and he told them about some of the events that had occurred away from class. He went into detail about watching James try out for the quidditch team, and how James’ well-timed last goal had played a major role in their first victory.

After dinner, Remus took a shower and decided to go to bed a little early. As he laid in his bed trying to fall asleep, he kept thinking about the lumps on his mom’s neck. She’d assured him it was nothing, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it than she wanted to tell him or his dad.

Finally, he managed to quiet his nagging fears enough to go to sleep by reminding himself how good the healers at St. Mungo’s were. Surely if they knew what to do for him, they could handle a couple of lumps.

The next day he was alone for several hours while both of his parents worked. As he’d done during the summer, he spent some of his time cleaning. However, he had again made some sketches for his parents for Christmas, and they weren’t quite finished. He’d only done two this time, but both were a bit more challenging than the ones he’d done last year. One was of the goal from the quidditch match he’d described to his parents the previous night, and the other was of Lily Evans, the Gryffindor girl who frequently earned their house points in class with her quick, correct responses to questions. In the month before break, he had run into her several times in the library, and they had talked a little. He’d hardly call her a friend, but she was a nice girl, and though he’d never admit it to James, he found it amusing when she outdid him in class. James’ reaction to these incidents was always funny, because he could hardly stand being outdone by a girl. Remus had chosen to draw her, however, because she presented several challenges for him. He’d never drawn a girl, except his mother; he’d never drawn anyone with red hair before, and he was doing her sketch completely from memory- she didn’t know he was doing it, so he didn’t try to work on it when she was around.

He hoped to have both sketches done by Christmas Eve- sooner if possible. The one of James was nearly complete; he only needed to add some color to it. The portrait of Lily was a little less finished; he still needed to add a few details before he put in the colors.

During the hours his mom was at home, he helped her with her holiday baking. She wanted to make some sweets for the ladies she worked for as a Christmas gift. She gave him a couple of new cookie recipes to make, and let him help her make some candy.

The night before Christmas Eve, after his parents were in bed, Remus stayed up to finish the sketch of Lily. Working by wandlight, in his bed, and hoping not to disturb anyone, he put in the final touches on the portrait. A little before midnight, he finished, and carefully rolled them up, then put them out of sight of his parents.

Christmas Eve morning while his mom was busy with cooking, he went out to the barn and dug around in the assorted boxes stored there in search of frames for the pictures. After about twenty minutes, he had found two that, though in need of cleaning, would look nice with the pictures.

Christmas morning was beautiful. Remus had been awakened by the sunlight streaming through the window because he’d failed to close his curtain when he’d gone to bed. When he looked out the window, he could see the yard was covered in several inches of new snow.

After a few minutes spent looking out the window, he got dressed and joined his parents for breakfast.

“Merry Christmas mama.” he said, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Remus.” she replied

“Merry Christmas, dad.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, son.”

“It snowed a lot last night, from what I could see out my window.”

“Yes, it did. Sure makes everything look pretty.” said his dad.

They ate breakfast, then went into the living room to open their gifts. The gifts they exchanged were hardly extravagant, but they thoughtfully chosen and everyone seemed pleased with what they had received. His parents were both impressed by the talent he exhibited in his sketches and did not mind at all that he had made their gifts instead of purchasing them.

The remaining few days until New Year’s Eve passed quickly. Remus had contacted James on December 30 to make sure nothing had changed, and James assured him that the plans were still in place for their sleepover.

At about 5:00 p.m. on New Year’s Eve, Remus and his dad apparated to the address James had given them. They landed in the tree-dotted yard of a comfortable sized brick home. They climbed the steps, and John knocked sharply on the front door. After a moment, a wizard who looked quite a few years older than Mr. Lupin did opened the door. He was of medium build, slim, with a ring of snow-white hair on his otherwise bald head and friendly blue eyes that shone out from behind round-rimmed glasses. He addressed Mr. Lupin in a quiet voice.

“Hello. You must be Mr. Lupin.”

“Yes sir, I am. You’re Mr. Potter, I presume?”

“Yes, I am. Please come in, it’s cold out there.”

Remus and his father followed him inside. The living room was spacious, yet felt as welcoming as the smaller one in his own home. Mr. Potter indicated that they should sit, and then said

“I’ll go tell the boys you’re here. Sirius arrived about an hour ago. I believe James said Peter wouldn’t be here tonight. They’re both quite excited that you were able to come.”

As he walked out of the room to speak to James and Sirius, a little witch who Remus was certain was James’ mother, walked into the room. She was tiny, and seemed quite delicate. She had shoulder length hair that was mostly white but had a few silver streaks in it. Like Mr. Potter, she wore round-rimmed glasses, but had brown eyes. She smiled warmly at them, then spoke.

"Good evening. You must be Mr. Lupin and young Remus. I’m Mrs. Potter, James’ mother.”
“I’m John Lupin, and this is Remus. Pleased to meet you.”

“I’m pleased to meet both of you as well. James and Sirius have talked quite a bit about Remus. I’m so sorry to hear that Mrs. Lupin is ill. I hope the healers can find a way to help her.”

“I’m sure they will, but it may take time. Just to make sure I have the information I need, Remus can spend the night, and when should I pick him up tomorrow?” asked Mr. Lupin

“Yes sir, he can spend the night if it’s okay with you. As far as picking him up, I’d say probably no earlier than 1:00 p.m…later is fine. I’m sure the boys will want to sleep late after staying up past midnight. Is it okay with you for him to stay up that late?”



“Yes, that’s fine- it is New Year’s Eve after all. I guess I’ll plan to pick him up around 2:00 p.m. I’ll check with you first, though. If he gives you any trouble, let me know- it doesn’t matter what time it is. You can reach me by floo network.”


“Is there anything special he needs, or that we need to know?”



“No ma’am. He’s got his toothbrush, clothes, and everything else he felt he needed in his bag. He’s really pretty self-sufficient. He had supper a little while ago, so he won’t likely be hungry for a while.”

Just then, James and Sirius walked into the living room, followed by Mr. Potter. Remus introduced his dad to his friends. Each of the two boys shook Mr. Lupin’s hand.

“Glad to meet both of you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” said Mr. Lupin.

He then addressed Remus

“Well, son, I’m sure you’re eager to spend time with your friends, and I need to get back to your mom. Enjoy your party, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay dad, I’ll see you tomorrow.” said Remus

Then Mr. Lupin spoke to the Potters.

“Thank you for inviting him over, and it was nice to meet both of you. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Lupin, and don’t worry, I’m sure Remus won’t give us any trouble. If your wife feels up to it tomorrow, we’d love to meet her as well.” said Mr. Potter.

“Maybe she will feel like coming, but I can’t say for sure. I know she’d like to meet you both. I need to get back to her, though, so good night.” he said as he rose and walked to the door

“Good night.” said Mr. Potter as he closed the door behind Mr. Lupin.

Remus followed Sirius and James into the den, where they already had the chessboard set up. As soon as he walked into the room, Remus noticed that one entire wall was lined floor to ceiling with bookcases. He hoped he’d have time to browse while he was there. There were several comfortable-looking chairs placed around the room, along with a couple of low tables. On one of these tables was the chessboard; on the other sat a wireless set and a few magazines.

James and Sirius took up their places at the chessboard, and then James spoke to Remus.

“We were almost done when Dad came to tell us you were here. Do you want to play the winner?”

“Sure. So, how was your Christmas?” Remus asked.

“Pretty good. Quiet, as usual. We had a nice dinner and exchanged gifts. Dad takes me to Diagon Alley every year so I can do my Christmas shopping. He always stays outside or goes to another shop while I’m buying his gift. How was your Christmas?”

“It was good, but I’m worried about Mom. She’s got a lump about the size of a walnut on each side of her neck. She says it’s nothing, the healers will be able to shrink them, but I’m not so sure. For some reason, it feels like there’s more to it than that.”

“I’m sure she’s right, Remus. The healers at St. Mungo’s are really good. I’m sure they’ll have her good as new in no time.” said James.

“He’s right, you know. The healers there are the best. Don’t worry so much, Remus.” said Sirius.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m just worrying over nothing. How was your Christmas, Sirius?”

“Better than I expected. Most of the family was there, which wasn’t too great, but my Uncle Alphard was there. He doesn’t come around much because he and mom had a big disagreement a few years ago. But he likes me and when he does come over, he usually brings me some neat gift that no one else would think of. This time it was those four magazines. They’re muggle magazines, so the pictures don’t move, but they’ve got some cool stuff in them. You can look at them if you want.” said Sirius.

Remus looked through the stack of magazines. There was one about music, one about motorcycles, one about cars and one about soccer. He chose the one about cars to look through first, while James and Sirius finished their chess match. About fifteen minutes later, he was thoroughly engrossed in the magazine, reading the feature article about a very nice looking car. Even though he didn’t understand a lot about cars, he couldn’t help but admire the car’s sleek lines.

When the match was over, Sirius said

“Remus, I won. You still want to play, or did you want finish the magazine?”

“Yeah, I want to play. I’ll finish the magazine later. I don’t really understand much about cars, but they are interesting.”

“I don’t understand a lot about them myself, but I think it would be fun to learn to drive one.”

“I think I’d get confused with so many pedals and other stuff to deal with. I think I’ll stick with brooms and apparition.”

Sirius set up the chessboard again, and for the next forty-five minutes, they played. It was a close game, but Remus did beat Sirius.

“You’ve been practicing.” observed Sirius.

“Yeah, I have. I practiced during the summer and a little since we’ve been back at school. I played against my dad just yesterday.”

“You weren’t a bad player to begin with, but you’ve gotten really good.”

“Thanks.” said Remus.

“Speaking of school, we didn’t have any homework, did we?” asked James

“No, they took it easy on us this year. Aren’t you a bit late to be worrying about that? We go back to school in two days.” said Remus

“Yeah, I guess I am. I haven’t really given school much thought while we’ve been off. I enjoy it, but I’m glad to be home.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Remus. Do you need help with your homework when you come back from your absences? I know you said you get notes from the teachers, but I noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time in the library lately.” said Sirius.

Remus hesitated a moment before he answered. He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell them how much time he was spending with Lily. She wasn’t the only reason he went there; he preferred the quiet of the library to the noise of the common room for studying. However, he did see her there often, and did enjoy her company. He knew they might tease him about spending time with her, since neither of them would really consider spending time with a girl, but he also guessed it would be worse if they found out about it later. He decided to tell them if he needed to.

“No, I don’t really need any extra help. I go to the library because it’s quieter than the common room.”

“Before break, Peter told me that he’d seen you there with a girl. He said it looked like you were kissing her. ” said Sirius.

James scrunched his nose and said “Gross.”

“Yes, I was with Lily Evans. But no, I wasn’t kissing her- I was whispering to her so Madam Pince couldn’t hear me. Lily is in the library almost as often as I am, and when she’s there, we check each other’s homework and talk.”

James practically glared at Remus.

“You mean that little red-haired know-it-all who’s always showing off?” he asked

Sirius laughed

“James, I don’t know what’s funnier- you teasing him for being with a girl or being mad because of which girl it is.”

“She’s just a friend, guys- barely that, really. We’ve only bumped into each other a few times. I do know why she works so hard and ‘shows off’ in class- she’s muggleborn. You can tell by what she says that feels like she’s got to prove herself.”

“I think she just likes the attention she gets.” said James.

“It sounds to me like you’re just jealous because she gets more attention than you do sometimes.” said Sirius.

“I think you’re wrong about the attention, James. She actually seems shy. I really think she’s just a good student who wants to do her best and show that she knows as much as anyone else. She seems nice so far.” said Remus.

A moment later, Mrs. Potter walked into the room

“Do you boys want anything to eat? It’s almost 9:00 p.m. I know you’ve all had dinner, but I thought you might want a snack.”

“Have we still got any of those cookies you made earlier?” asked James

“Yes, we’ve got chocolate chip and peanut butter. Do you want some of those?”

“Yes ma’am, I’d like some of the chocolate chip.” said James

“Me too” said Remus

“I’d like the peanut butter, if it’s not too much trouble.” said Sirius.

“No trouble at all, dear.” she replied

A few minutes later, she came back with a big plate full of cookies and three tall glasses of milk. She placed them on the table near the chessboard, then asked

“Do you want to sleep in here, or in James’ room?”

James spoke up “I think it would be better to sleep in here- we’d have more space. My room’s big, but not as big as this room. Would sleeping bags be okay with you guys?”

“Sleeping bags are fine with me, and I don’t mind sleeping in here.” said Remus

“That’s fine with me too.” said Sirius

“Okay, then you can sleep in here. I’ll conjure your sleeping bags.” said Ms. Potter.

She waved her wand, and three fluffy, blue sleeping bags appeared, neatly stacked against the wall.

“Your father and I will be going to bed soon. You three can stay up as long as you like, but don’t leave the house. If the fire goes out and you get cold, wake one of us; don’t try to fix it yourself. Other than that, you can do whatever you want.” she told them.

“Yes ma’am. Thank you for the cookies. Good night, mom.” said James

“Good night, son. Good night, Sirius, Remus.” said Mrs. Potter

“Good night” Sirius and Remus said together.

As she left the room, the boys each took a glass of milk and a few cookies from the plate.

When he was confident he wouldn’t be overheard, James brought up the subject he’d been waiting to discuss all evening.

“I wanted to talk to you guys about something I read a few days ago. After our conversation about Remus’ condition, I started thinking it would be nice, and maybe make it easier for him, if we could keep him company.”

“No, that would be a terrible idea- I would hurt you or maybe kill you. Weren’t you listening? In that state, I’m unsafe, especially to other humans. Please, whatever you do, don’t try to come near me then.” said Remus, panicked by the thought that his friends would try something so careless.


“Remus, it’s okay- calm down. I’m not done yet. I know we can’t come near you as humans, and we wouldn’t try. I don’t want anyone to get hurt, and I don’t want you to have the guilt or worry that would bring you. What I read about is a transfiguration spell that would allow us to turn into animals. It’s called the animagus spell and when done properly, the person changes into an animal, yet keeps their human mind. We wouldn’t be your prey, so you wouldn’t attack, and we might be able to communicate with each other- maybe even with you too.” explained James.

“That’s still risky- I can’t promise you wouldn’t get hurt. Since I don’t remember what goes on during those days, I’m not sure how I would react to other animals. I know a werewolf only seeks humans as prey, but I don’t know how they handle other animals. I really can’t ask you to do this.” said Remus.

“You aren’t asking…I’m suggesting. I read up on werewolves too, and according to the information I found, they seem to generally ignore other animals, so you probably wouldn’t hurt us. But we wouldn’t be able to do this right away- the spell is very tricky. In fact, the Ministry usually keeps track of people trying to learn it and records a full description of what animal they become.” said James.



He walked over to one of the bookshelves and retrieved a thick leather-bound volume. As he was turning the pages, Remus asked

“You haven’t told your parents, about me, have you James?”

"No, of course not. And don’t worry, they didn’t hear what we were saying- they’re already in bed. But even if they weren’t, they don’t hear well enough to have heard our conversation from the living room.”
“Okay- I was a little concerned. You haven’t told your parents, either, have you Sirius?”

“No, I haven’t. I won’t tell them. Honestly, I don’t tell them much of anything about my friends or school. Not because I’m ashamed, but because it reduces the number of arguments we have.”



James found the page the spell was on and laid the open book on the table so they could all look at it.

"I’ve never seen anything quite this complicated. This must be the spell Professor McGonagall learned to be able to turn into a cat. Actually, she’s part of why I looked this up. After I read that werewolves don’t go after other animals, I was thinking it would be cool if we could turn into animals. Then I remembered that she does it, and that made me wonder how she did it. I came across this book a few days ago, and there was the spell. It has several warnings along with the actual spell, to make sure you understand what you’re getting into. Even though it looks complicated, I think we could learn it."
“How are you going to explain to Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore why you’re doing this? I’m not supposed to tell anyone I’m a werewolf, and I certainly shouldn’t encourage you to come spend time with me while I’m transformed. Aside from that, animagi are supposed to register- what will you say to the Ministry?” asked Remus.



“I don’t think we should tell anyone. Since the teachers know you are a werewolf, and that we’re your friends, they would likely be suspicious about our reasons and probably wouldn’t help us. Since you aren’t supposed to tell anyone your secret, it could get you in trouble or at least a trip to Professor Dumbledore’s office if it were discovered that you told us. As far as the Ministry is concerned, if we manage to successfully learn the spell, we might tell them, but we could decide that later. If we don’t learn it, no one will need to know we were trying. I think we should at least try to learn the spell.” said Sirius

“I agree with you. We can do this if we really try. As long as we’re careful how we use the spell, no one needs to know we’re not registered. It’ll be fun to be able to visit you and to be able to explore the grounds without being noticed.” said James.


“What if something goes wrong and someone gets hurt? What will you tell Madam Pomfrey?” asked Remus.

“That will depend on what’s happened. Probably the easiest thing would be to say that a spell we were practicing backfired or messed up. If we really need to, we could admit what we were practicing, say that we just ran across it and thought we’d try it, and make them believe we won’t do it again. If anything goes seriously wrong, we might have to quit.” said James.



“I guess that could work. We’ll need to be really careful, though. I can’t believe you’re willing to do something this risky just because of me.” said Remus

“We’re your friends, and we want to help you if we can, or at least keep you company. It’s sorta like when you stay at the hospital with someone who’s sick- you can’t really help, but at least they know you care about them.” said James
“Are we gonna tell Peter about this and see if he wants to do it too?” asked Sirius

“We probably should. If we don’t at least ask him, he may get mad when he does find out and then tell everyone all of our secrets.” said James.



“He has a horrible time with Transfiguration class- one of us will have to help him learn and practice the spell.” said Remus
“When he sees how complicated it is, he may not want to try it.” suggested James.

“I bet he will, because he seems to think he has to do everything we do to be our friend. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t try out for Quidditch.” said Sirius



“He thought about it, he told me so. But he doesn’t like flying and he’s scared of heights, so he decided it would be a bad idea.” said Remus
“We need to help him understand, without hurting his feelings, that he doesn’t have to copy everything we do for us to be his friends. If he does want to learn this spell, we can help him. If not, hopefully he will keep it secret.” said James.



“I’m pretty sure he’ll do that much. He went along with keeping Remus’ condition secret easily enough.” said Sirius.


“Yes, he did. I’m guessing neither of you is in the mood to start reading this closely tonight. We haven’t learned enough yet to really start studying it- I thought maybe over the summer we could. So for now, I thought I’d put the book away.” said James.

“Sure, that’s fine with me.” said Remus.



“Yeah, we can look at it more closely later.” said Sirius.

James closed the book and returned it to the bookshelf. The three boys then passed another pair of hours talking- about school, their upcoming final exams, and their plans for the summer. James invited them both to come over as often as they wanted. His parents had told him earlier in the year that he could have his friends over any time he liked. Sirius was planning to spend as much of his summer as he could at James’ house. Remus told them he would check with his parents- he’d probably be able to visit a few times, but he had to remember that James’ parents believed his mother was sick.

At midnight, the announcer on the wireless wished everyone a Happy New Year, and then played a festive song. Since the boys had been instructed not to go outside and they didn’t want to give any of their parents a reason to hesitate allowing future sleepovers, they stayed inside. Because of this, they didn’t have any fireworks, but they had already learned spells that would shoot different colors of sparks from their wands, and they did that instead.

In spite of their plans to stay up really late, by 1:00 a.m., they were all getting tired. So they arranged the sleeping bags on the floor, then crawled in and were soon asleep.

The next morning, Remus was the first one awake. It was only 9:00 a.m. when he awoke, so he stayed in his sleeping bag, watching the fire and thinking.

He could hardly believe the conversation they’d had last night- that his friends were willing to break the law and to risk injury to themselves just to learn a spell that would allow them to keep him company during the full moon. He had just gotten used to the fact that they weren’t going to abandon him because of his condition when they had surprised him with this plan. Even though he had tried to talk them out of it, and would not be hurt if they did change their mind, he had to admit he hoped their plan succeeded. If they did, and they were right about the spell allowing them to communicate with him, they might be able to make his transformations easier for him in ways that no one else could. It might be possible for them to help him through the periods his mother had described as agitation, which was when she’d seen him tear up things and when was most likely to claw himself.

He didn’t know if this spell would work, and even if it did and they were able to communicate with him, there was no guarantee he would listen to what they said. But if they really wanted to try, he would help them, making sure as best he could that they were careful. After all, he didn’t want anything to happen to them. Having friends this loyal was more important to him than their plan succeeding.

He remembered that James had mentioned the idea of being able to explore places unnoticed, and wondered what he had in mind. The thought of leaving the cottage while he was transformed seemed incredibly to him, even if they were able to communicate with him. Maybe James had something else in mind.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone moving. He rolled over, and saw that James was awake. He was sitting up in his sleeping bag and spoke softly to Remus, grinning mischievously as he did.

“I think it’s time for Sirius to wake up now, don’t you?”

Before Remus could respond, James was creeping toward Sirius, who was still sound asleep. He squatted beside Sirius, then shook his shoulder firmly. As he did this, he spoke in an urgent-sounding voice.

“Sirius! Wake up! We’re gonna be late for class!”

Sirius’s eyes flew open, and a slightly panicked expression crossed his face. He grabbed the edge of the sleeping bag to uncover himself, then apparently remembered where and when everything was happening, because he dropped the sleeping bag, and pushed on James’ knees. James lost his balance and fell backward.

Sirius laughed at James, then said “Why are you waking me up so early?”

“It’s not early- it’s nearly 10:00 a.m. I woke you up because we’re both up and because I know Mom will be making breakfast soon, if she isn’t already.”
“I didn’t think it was really very late, once I realized were I am. You had me convinced for a minute there, though.”

“I guess the sleeping bag gave it away?”

“Yeah, that along with being on the floor.” said Sirius.



As if to prove the accuracy of James’ guess, his mom walked into the room.

"I’m guessing you boys are probably hungry. I’m making pancakes for breakfast. By the time you get dressed and put the sleeping bags away, they’ll be ready.”

“Thanks, mom.” said James.

She walked out of the room, and the boys quickly dressed, then stacked the sleeping bags in the corner of the room.

After breakfast, they put on coats and gloves, and then went outside to play in the snow. They built snowmen, and had a snowball fight while they were at it. While they were taking a short break, James remembered that he had some fireworks that were supposed to be as bright during the day as at night. He got them out of the attic and then convinced his dad to light them. He agreed, and for the next half hour they watched as the fireworks exploded into bright colors and surprisingly intricate shapes that were actually visible against the blue sky. By the time they were finished, it was nearly 2:00 p.m.- Remus and Sirius would be leaving soon.

They went inside and gathered up their belongings. While they were packing, Remus told them

“Don’t look for me on the train back to school. The day we go back is a full moon, so I’m apparating to Hogsmeade with my dad that morning. By the time you get there, I’ll be in the cottage.”
“Okay, so we’ll see you the next day.” said James.

“Right- late that afternoon, or maybe the morning after, depending on how I feel.” said Remus.

“Hopefully you’ll feel better soon.” said Sirius.



A few minutes later, Remus’ dad picked him up, and they apparated home.

The remaining days of the holiday Remus spent preparing for his return to school. He discussed with his parents the invitation James had extended to visit often during the summer. They agreed to consider it, and told him he likely would be able to go, but they would give him a more definite answer later.

 


 


 
 


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