𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter Fourty Four: Hindsight

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"Do you remember anything form last night?" asked James as the three friends sat around Remus' bed in the Hospital Wing after lunch.

"Not much. Why?"

"Because you wouldn't believe the amount of rubbish you ate last night." Sirius said with an obnoxious smile.

Remus rolled his eyes and scrunched up his nose. "Everybody, even werewolves, know it's unsanitary to eat rubbish so I suggest you go eat a duck, Padfoot."

"I know you're not a swearwolf, but come on." Sirius said, nudging Remus in the ribs with his elbow. "You can do better than that, Moons."

"I know but unlike you, I have manners."

"Says the guy who runs around naked once a month."

"I'm not naked. I'm covered in fur." Remus defended.

"Whatever helps you sleep better at night." Sirius said and ducked to avoid the Every Flavor Bean Remus flicked at him before grabbing a pillow off the next bed and starting a confused pillow fight to which James and Peter joined.

Their pillow fight and laughter was interrupted when the door to the ward opened suddenly and Professor McGonagall walked into the room, her emerald green robes swishing behind her.

"How are you feeling Mr. Lupin?" she asked when she got to Remus's bed.

"Fine. Thank you, Professor." Remus answered while he tried to sit up straighter in his bed and smooth out his hair.

Then the door of Madam Pomfrey's office opened and she peeked her head through. "May I have a word in my office, Minerva?"

"Of course, Poppy." Professor McGonagall said and followed her in.

Sirius turned to James with a mischievous grin. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Is Moony a werewolf?" he answered and took his Invisiblity Cloak out of the pocket of his robes.

"Where the bloody hell do you think you're going?" asked Remus, clearly sensing his two friends were up to no good.

"Where the wind takes us, Moony darling." Sirius answered, already getting under the Cloak.

Grateful that the ward was empty, Sirius and James wrapped the Cloak around themselves and hurried to the door of Madam Pomfrey's office.

The door to the office was slightly ajar so Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey's voices were only slightly muffled.

". . . I don't know, Minerva." Madam Pomfrey was saying. "I can't help but be a little worried. I mean, I'm happy with the results but at what costs?"

"But we haven't received anything." came McGonagall's reply.

James started to say something but Sirius shushed him aggressively because Madam Pomfrey  started talking again.

"Are you sure, Minerva?" she said. "It's been going on for a while now. Ever since he came back from the summer holidays. It was small at first. Just less scratches and bites. But last night, there was nothing. Not a single scratch. You don't think he's biting someone else, do you?"

"No." McGonagall answered. "We haven't received any reports or sightings from the village of Hogsmead or anywhere else."

"What is it then?" whispered Madam Pomfrey.

"Well . . . it's nothing short of a miracle." was McGonagall's awe filled reply.

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