Another point of view

Chapter 8

Remus POV

Remus felt exactly like the last time he had went out of Dumbledore's office, two weeks ago. He was confused, frustrated and he had no idea of what he was going to do. The most annoying thing was that there was noting he could do. But how can he sit and relax while James was going to turn into a monster instead of him?

James, who walked beside him when they made their way to the Great Hall, seemed to be thinking about the same things. He seemed stressed, and the amount of times he'd ran his hand through his hair was higher than usual. Only this time the tawny hair came into place and didn't mess up like James' real hair had.

"Prongs." James turned to look at him and put his hand back in its place next to his body. "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

Remus sighed and lowered his gaze. "Because you'll have to go through all of this because of me."

"What are you talking about?" said James, laughing a laugh that sounded a little fake. "It's not your fault. Besides, I think it will be cool to finally understand what you're going through every month."

Remus stared at him. "Trust me; the last thing it's going to be is cool."

James shrugged and then smiled at his friend. "At least this time you won't have to suffer."

"Yes, but you will. And more than I have to suffer usually, since I have three animals to help me."

"Why would this month be any different?"

Remus sent him a confused glare, "I don't know how to turn into a stag."

At that moment they'd arrived to the Great Hall, where they found Sirius and Peter waiting for them. Sirius seemed pretty upset about the interruption on his date.

"Hey, Moony, Prongs," he greeted them when they sat down next to their friends. "So, what did Dumbledore want to talk to you about?"

"Nothing important," replied James, "he wants Moo- er, me to help Prongs with Potions, because apparently he's failing this subject."

Sirius turned his gaze to Remus and smirked, "You fail in Potions?"

Remus shrugged, "Yeah, I guess I'm just stupid," he jumped in his seat when he felt James' foot kicking him under the table.

~Skip~

Later that day, while Peter and Sirius got ready for bed, James pulled Remus towards the door. "We'll be right back," he said in reply to the questioning look Sirius had shot him. Remus just smiled his apologize and followed James to the common room, which was empty in that late hour.

The two sat in one of the corners, hidden to the eyes of anyone who might decide to get down to the common room in the middle of the night.

"Prongs, what happened?" asked Remus in concern. He didn't know why James'd wanted to talk to him, but guessed it had something to do with their conversation after their talk with Dumbledore. They hadn't an opportunity to talk earlier that day.

"I've been thinking," started James with a serious expression, "and I think we should all be at the shack this month."

Remus raised an eyebrow at him, "I already told you, I don't know how to transform to a stag."

James just grinned, "So I'll teach you."

"You can't be serious." Said Remus but James nodded.

"I am."

"James, in case you don't remember, it took you three years until you finally succeeded to turn into animals! And do you expect me to do it in a week? I may be smart, but not that smart!"