Finding Out

Summary: The Marauder's reaction when they found out about Remus' secret.

"James, where's Rem?" Cause where he says he is, is not where he actually is. At his aunty's funeral. Riiiight.

"At his aunty's funeral," he replies, as though worried about my mentality.

"How many aunties does he have? Surely they're all dead by now."

"Oh." James frowns. It's finally dawning on him that we have a lying Marauder.

"And isn't it funny how he always has to leave on the full moon?"

"Oh, Merlin." James has gone bone white. "You don't think... Nah! Not Remus! He's always so... Quiet. And shy. He can't be a -"

"I reckon he's a werewolf."

"Not Remus!"

"Yeah, Remus. I was reading-"

"OK, now I know you're lying."

"Ha ha." This is serious. Our best friend is plotting to kill us all. "The book said werewolves pretend to be normal, then, when we're least expecting it... BAM! We're all dead."

"Wow." James' eyes are wide, obviously amazed at my genius. "So what do we do about it? I can't die yet – I haven't snogged Evans!"

"I know. We have to get to him first."

"What? You mean... We can't kill Remus! He's so-"

"He's so nothing," I interrupt. "He's been lying to us."

"Right." James nods, getting that determined look I only ever see on the Quidditch pitch. "And we have to tell Peter."

"Course. But, as Deputy Marauder, you had to know first."

"I'm Head Marauder!" he protests.

"Sure sure. Whatever you say."

"What do we tell Remus? He'll notice if we start plotting without him," James points out, obviously knowing he's fighting a losing battle.

"Who cares? He'll just die friendless. Not my problem."

And on that cheery note, we start to plan our best friend's murder.