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Notes: I am pleased to inform you that now we are entering the boys second year at Hogwarts, which means many things are in store for our boys. I do hope you enjoy.

I really wanted to post this Chapter, so instead of having a proper read through I've just skimmed. So if you notice any mistakes don't hesitate in telling me. Thank you.

Warnings: In the near future, there shall be male and male, so you have been warned. If you do not like it, I ask you kindly to close this fanfiction, as it will not be your cup of tea.

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CHAPTER FORTY ONE

Return to Hogwarts

"Remus! Remus! Remus!" Sirius cried at the top of his voice, at the other side of the room a bleary-eyed Peter looked at his clock. He sighed as he seen it read five and collapsed back onto his pillow, pulling his duvet over his head in the hope to drown out Sirius' voice. Sirius bounced on the edge of Remus' bed his knee's crossed has he called, Remus groaned as he tried to lift the covers above his head, but Sirius' bodyweight was preventing him from doing so.

"Go back to bed Sirius." Remus groaned as he buried his head into his pillow.

"But I can't sleep!" Sirius pouted, stealing a quick glance at Sirius, Remus could see he was already fully dressed for the day. Everything about him seemed 'springy', from the curls on his head, to his pink cheeks, to the grin spread across his face.

"Well here's a thought, try to?" The pillow muffled Remus' voice. "Besides, it's still dark outside."

"Aah, it may be dark outside. But my friend, the day has begun!" He punctuated each word as he stood up and whipped the covers from Remus. "Now you'll have to get out of bed." He laughed.

"Why don't you go wake up James instead?" Remus groaned as he curled into a ball in order to keep himself warm.

"Don't be ridiculous Remus; I woke James up ages ago. He's away getting ready, which is what you should be doing!"

Remus was ready to wipe that grin off Sirius' face. He took a deep breath before sitting up in his bed, nostrils flared he sent a 'you better watch out Black' look to Sirius. "You are so dead Sirius!" Remus cried lunging forward to catch Sirius. The rest of the morning contained of the two boys chasing one another around their dorm, jumping from one bed to another -crushing Peter a total number of six times with their jumps.

II

History of Magic, known by any pupil is a subject in which it is okay to nap. After all Professor Binns seems to not notice these recurring naps, in fact it was surprising that any student managed to pass History of Magic. Often Professor Binns would forget what he taught last lesson and continue on a completely different subject, or even repeat lessons.

It was on that Thursday morning that two mischief makers found themselves falling asleep, one of the boys -the taller of the two- had his bespectacled head on the table whilst the other had his head lolling on the back of a wooden chair. His long hair splayed on the desk of the person sitting behind him. The person behind him however was not asleep and was taking notes, his quill racing across the page.

"Throughout the history of the Wizarding World," Professor Binns droned on, his hands clasped behind his back as he floated from one corner of the room to another. Never once raising his head to look at his pupils. That was probably why they got away with sleeping in his class. "There have been several goblin rebellions. These rebellions were most prevalent in the 17th and 18th centuries. And even today, there are goblin groups working in secret against the Ministry of Magic. Now, who can tell me of the rebellion of 1612?" He asked, still not looking at his pupils. "Nobody? Nobody? … Well the rebellion took place in Hogsmeade, one thousand-" He continued, even though there were a total of four people listening.

"Why do we have to take a stupid class like that anyway?" Groaned Sirius as he wiped drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Exactly," James agreed picking up his book bag and popped it round his shoulder. "We don't exactly learn anything anyway. When I'm head boy I'll make sure that class is band!"

"You, head boy?" Sirius snickered. "Don't make me laugh, who'd pick you for head boy."

"Watch it Black or I'll hex you!" James said, raising his eyebrows, although he didn't really mean it.

"I don't think I'll ever understand you both." Remus said as he collected his notes. "Perhaps if you had kept your eyes open you may have learned something new."

The four boys walked out of the classroom and into the corridor, they were met with a bustle of students scurrying to their next lesson. Unfortunately, for first years, the seventh years had their lessons at the same side of the castle as them, which meant that the small first years were drowned by the seventh year's height. This is why the four boys decided that it would be safe to be late for Transfiguration to avoid being crushed by the older pupils.

"Come on, Remy." Sirius smiled. "You'll give us your notes anyway?"

"Sirius Black. Don't you think for one second that you can flash me a smile and hope to get the notes that I took in that class. The class that you fell asleep in, if you want notes take them yourself." Remus huffed as he rushed away, his long legs carrying him down the stone corridor. It wasn't until he was out of sight that the three boys let out a breath.

"But he always gives us his notes?" Sirius asked curiously

"I think he's feeling used Sirius." James sighed looking at his feet as they began walking. Peter walked along side them both silently, not liking to be caught up in any rifts between the boys. "We do though. Kind of use him."

"Crap." Sirius swore. "I never really seen it in that way, he is my friend though, I love him-as a friend. Which you and Pete do to."

"Come on Sirius, if you've got someone breathing down your throat to copy their homework or notes every second or to get them to perform complicated spells for them. You'd be annoyed." James clicked his tongue. "But ultimately we do care about him," He flashed a look at Sirius and Sirius knew exactly what James was talking about. "We just need to make him see that we do care for him."

They approached their Transfigurations classroom, now here was a subject that everyone enjoyed. Opening the doors, they walked inside to be greeted by the stern eye of Professor McGonagall.

"And where have you three been?" She asked, her eyebrow permanently raised in a disapproving look. "You three boys are ten minutes late for my class," She moved between the desks towards them. "Perhaps I will transfigure you all into pocket watches, that way you may attend my class in time. Take a seat."

Peter gulped terrified that he was going to be given another detention, meanwhile James and Sirius had smiled on their face. Although neither one of them would admit it, Professor McGonagall was probably one of their most favourite teachers. And although Professor McGonagall would never admit it, James Potter and Sirius Black were two of her favourite pupils as well.

Remus was still ignoring the two boys, only talking to Peter. The class were currently trying to transfigure a candleholder into a bird; Remus had managed to make the holder sprout a beak and one wing. Peter on the other hand had made the holder sprout feathers all over it; Professor McGonagall had to give him another holder whilst she sorted out his previous one. James and Sirius were too busy talking to one another to concentrate on the task at hand.

"He seems pretty mad James, I don't know, he may never forgive us." James could hear the worry dripping from Sirius' voice; it wasn't unusual for Sirius to be oversensitive when it came to friends. After all, he genuinely cared for Remus and didn't want him to think that he used him in anyway.

"He will, we just need to give him sometime." James smiled a sad smile as he patted Sirius arm.

Remus continued to ignore James and Sirius for another day, spending every moment avoiding eye contact with them and talking to Peter only. And as much as Remus hated to admit it, Peter wasn't the best of company. It was that Friday at dinner, that Remus had enough; he couldn't handle listening to Peter talk about food for another day. As well as this, the full moon was set to rise tomorrow and he couldn't handle a worried James and Sirius on his back.

James and Sirius were stabbing their food with a fork when they noticed a pair of eyes set on them, they couldn't help but smile as this was the first time Remus had acknowledged them in a day. It wasn't until then, looking into his eyes they seen the dark circles around them

"I'm willing to forgive you both," Remus, sighed, as though even speaking was hurting him. "On one condition, you no longer ask to copy any of my notes or ask me for homework. I may make some exceptions."

"We promise Remus, we promise!" Sirius beamed widely, "We missed you, didn't we James?"

"We did, I can't have an intelligent conversation with Sirius here." He joked nudging Sirius' shoulder.

"Yeah," Peter tried to chip in. "And all Remus did was try to have an intelligent conversation with me and I never understood any of it!" He laughed as he slapped Remus on the back, maybe a little too hard. What happened next seemed slow painfully, Remus' head collided with the table before him. His metal fork piercing the skin on his forehead, knocking him unconscious. Whereas most people would think that was melodramatic, it was in fact the weakness the full moon was causing Remus. It never used to take this toll on him, Hydrus put it down to puberty. The wolf was growing.

A distant voice was yelling, and then there was eerie silence.