"Go on, or you'll miss the pep-talk!"

"The what?!"

"Leave the boy alone Prongs!"

James's only reply was to growl, and cross his arms over his- no, Peter's chest.

"Well... I guess I'll see you guys after the game?" Remus said quietly. Armies of butterflies were parading up and down his stomach- what if he cost Gryffindor the game? What if he couldn't remember the rules?

"Don't worry mate- we'll be cheering you on!" Sirius offered, as if hearing Remus's thoughts.

Remus gave a weak smile, and his grip on the broom tightened. Ironically, it was the same broom which he and Peter had... 'used' the day before.

James and Sirius both patted Remus on the back, and the three remaining Marauders made their way towards the bleachers, while the nervous, sandy-haired boy headed towards where the team had gathered,

"-and if their beater is here, then Davies will position himself over there, got it?"

That was all Remus heard as he approached the huddled blur of red and gold. Suddenly, the tall sixth-year that had spoken looked up, frowning at Remus.

"Sirius? I didn't know you could- oh. Wait. Who is that?"

Remus couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face, and answered-

"It's Remus, Remus Lupin."

A bout of laughter broke out among the team, causing Remus to frown again and look down at the ground.

"You?" the Captain spat, "You, bookworm Lupin? I'll believe it when I see it! But, since we really have no other choice, you'll have to do. You'll be playing Seeker, correct?"

Remus nodded, still not looking up.

"Good. This is our play-" And the Captain launched into a lecture about positions, possesions, offensive and defensive manouvers... Remus actually surprised himself, being able to keep up with it all- though he didn't quite understand how it affected him; how could the Seeker have any manouvers, apart from flying? But he nodded none the less when the older boy finished, and lined up with the team as they walked out onto the field, waving their brooms in the air. There was an ear-splitting amount of applause, which the rest of the team ate up, while Remus wondered if his ear-drum was bleeding.

"AND HEEERE'S GRYFFINDOR!" Roared the voice of the commentator, a small second-year with a very large voice. "WITH MASHALL AS CAPTAIN, BEATERS DAVIES AND SMITH, CHASERS JONES AND TURNER, GOALKEEPER WEASLEY, AND, FINALLY, SEEKER REMUS LUPI..." But the voice trailed off, and Remus felt himself blushing as all eyes turned to him. He was glad when the commentator's voice rang out once more-

"YES FOLKS, THIS IS REMUS LUPIN! BUT DUE TO A SMALL... ER... MISSUNDERSTANDING HE IS CURRENTLY IN THE BODY OF SIRIUS BLACK." There was an awkward pause, during with Remus smiled sheepishly and the crowd exchanged knowing grins and smirks; by this time, almost the entire population of Hogwarts knew about the Marauders' incident in potions, and it was a constant source of joking and entertainment.

"THE SEEKER, BEATERS, CHASERS ARE UP, THE CAPTAINS SHAKE HANDS... THIS IS IT, HOOCH RELEASES THE SNITCH! SHE'S READY TO BLOW THE WHISTLE..."

Remus watched Madame Hooch intently as he hovered effortlessly, trying to drown out the other voices.

"AND THEY'RE OFF! THE QUAFFLE IS PASSED TO JONES, NOW TURNER, BACK TO JONES-"

Remus looked around, squinting- he saw it not a moment ago...

There!

Remus took off towards the small, barely visible shimmer of gold, his sandy-brown hair whipping back as he flew through the air, amber eyes narrowed in concentration.

"AND THERE'S LUPIN, GOING AFTER THE ELUSIVE GOLDEN SNITCH! AND JUST LOOK AT HIM GO!"

The infernal winged ball dodged left and right, and Remus did a series of complicated dives, dips, and turns. He was inwardly grateful that he only had to play Seeker, as the rest of the rules where honestly just a blur to him.

"WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! WHO KNEW EH?... Sorry Proffesor! LUPIN DIVES... HE'S STILL GOING! PULL UP, PULL UP!"

Remus pulled up at the last possible moment, his broom slightly scraping the soft grass. He dodged a passing Bludger easily, earning a scowl from the Ravenclaw captain.

"DID YOU SEE THAT?! LUPIN GOES AFTER THE SNITCH AGAIN!"

Remus extended his gloved arm, enjoying the moment beyond belief. He didn't think he'd ever fly again, not with the pain he now felt almost constantly...

Not with this body! The werewolf thought, allowing himself a grin. He reached out further, willing the broom to go faster. The golden blur came closer and closer...

"LUPIN REACHES FOR THE SNITCH... HE'S ALMOST GOT IT... COME ON LUPIN, GET THE BLOODY THING!"

Everything froze as Remus reached out one final time-

"YES! LUPIN CATCHES THE GOLDEN SNITCH, WITH THE SCORE TWO THIRTY-NINE TO EIGHTY, GRYFFINDOR WINS!"


(A/N) Sorry if it was a little short, but this is exactly where I wanted to leave off! Moihahaha!