"Very interesting," he said in his calm voice. "Nothing like that had ever happened at Hogwarts before."
"What do you think we should do?" asked Madam Pomfrey. "Do you think it can be fixed?"
"Oh, well, of course," replied Professor Dumbledore and smiled at them. "A Unspells Potion will do the work."
"But, sir," said Remus and looked at the Head Master in concern, "it takes at least a month to make that kind of potion." They had learned about that potion last year. They never tried to make it, though. It was very complicated and only a few wizards succeed to make it.
"You are right, Mr Lupin," Professor Dumbledore nodded, "and unfortunately we don't have that potion in the stock. But don't worry, I will ask Professor Slughorn to make it as soon as possible."
"But it will still take a month until it will be ready," Remus said slowly, "and the next full moon is in three weeks!"
"I'll do whatever I can to make sure the potion will be ready until then. But in case it won't, I'm afraid Mr Potter would have to spend the full moon's night alone in the shrieking shack."
The colour drained from both Remus' and James' faces.
"No..." whispered Remus, and the sickness from before attacked him again. James can't spend the night as a werewolf instead of him! There has to be a way to stop it! "Sir, there has to be another way-"
"Unfortunately that is the only way. It's hard to cancel spells like that one, especially the ones that went wrong."
Remus and James exchanged worried looks.
"Don't worry," said Dumbledore in a calming voice, "Everything will be alright. But I still have one thing to ask you; don't tell anyone about our little problem. I rather not cause more stress on the students. Try to act as if everything is normal. I will let the other professors know and they will switch your grades until the problem will be solved." The two boys nodded in agreement, and Dumbledore smiled at them, "You are free to go."
~Timeskip~
"What are we going to do?" asked James in frustration, while he and Remus were making their way back to Gryffindor tower.
"You heard what Dumbledore said, we can't do anything. We just have to act normal."
"Normal?!" called James. "How exactly am I supposed to act normal when I'm inside your body?"
"You'll just have to act like me." Remus shrugged.
"Oh, yeah, that would be easy," James glared at him. "If you think I'm going to spend all of my free time at the library, you can forget about it."
"You don't have a choice, Prongs," said Remus and added, "Chocolate frogs," because they arrived at the Fat Lady portrait. The portrait moved and revealed behind him the entrance to the common room. "And remember, Professor Dumbledore said we can't tell anyone about this."
"Hey, Remus, James, over here!" they heard a voice called them when they entered the room. Remus noticed Sirius and Peter and dragged his annoyed friend toward them.
"Hey, Padfoot, what's up?" he said, trying to sound like James. It didn't work, though, since Sirius stared at him in confusion.
"Err, alright," he said and turned to look at James, "Hey, Moony, how are you?"
James didn't answer, so Remus had to shove his elbow to his friend's side. "Damn! Why the hell was that necessary?"
"He asked you a question," whispered Remus.
"Oh, right." Said James and looked at Sirius, "I'm okay."
Sirius looked extremely confused and opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Peter.
"Prongs, Moony, I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay," Remus tried to say, but James burst in.
"You better be sorry, you little-"
"Remus, calm down," said Remus in a demanding voice. It was weird talking to himself, even though it wasn't really him, but James. The pale boy stared at him for a moment and then relaxed and sat next to Sirius on the red couch. Remus sat next to Peter.
"How did they let you go so early?" asked Sirius.
"Madam Pomfrey said we're fine, and that there aren't any side effects," replied Remus. "So how was Defense Against the Dark Arts?" he continued, trying to change the subject.
"It was alright," said Sirius, still sending suspicious glares at James. "Nothing special happened."
"Professor Kenley told us to write an essay on dragons for Thursday," added Peter.
"Bummer," sighed James in frustration. "I wouldn't be able to finish it. There's a Quidditch practice on Wednesday's night."
Peter and Sirius stared at him. "So what?"
And then Remus realized something; he will have to switch James at the Quidditch team. And he didn't know how to play Quidditch, nor how to fly on a broom.
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