Another point of view

Chapter 4

James took off too and float in circles around Remus. "Well done!" he yelled, so Remus could hear him despite the strong wind. "You're doing great!" Remus disagreed with him. "Now circle the field once and come back here!"

In spite of his fear Remus diverted his broom and tried to aim it to the end of the field. Slowly he circled the large field, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

James watched and cheered him the whole time.

When he finished he returned to where James was and stabilized himself.

"Great!" called James, getting near him. "Catch the Quaffle and try to throw it to the hoops. I'll play the keeper." He gave Remus the ball, turned around and flew to the hoops in the end of the field.

Remus held the broom in one hand and positioned the Quaffle under his arm, trying not to look down. He flew after James that already took his place by the right hoop.

"Ready?!" roared James, trying to overcome the wind.

Remus nodded, even though he didn't feel ready at all. While trying not to fall he let go of his broom and grasped the Quaffle in both hands. He flew towards James and threw it to the right hoop with all the power he had. James didn't even have to move; The Quaffle missed the hoop and started falling towards the ground.

Remus followed his friend with his gaze, who dived in order to catch the falling ball. Remus glanced at the ground underneath him by mistake. In the same moment, his head started to spin and he lost his balance. He tried to grasp the broom again but his glasses dropped from his eyes and his vision became blurred.

"Prongs!" he called. But James was too far away from him, and he felt himself falling. The ground became nearer and nearer until he lost his consciousness.

~Timeskip~

When Remus opened his eyes for the first time he wasn't sure where he was. He looked around him and saw a lot of beds covered in white blankets. He himself laid in one of those beds.

It's the second time I'm in the infirmary in two days. And it's not even close to the full moon, he thought while bringing his hands to his eyes to scratch them. Glasses were blocking his way.

Then he remembered everything that had happened since he woke up after the Charms lesson on Friday; his conversation with Dumbledore, Sirius' confession, His and James' practice... he remembered he'd fainted when he fell from his broom but didn't know what had happened since then, and how was he not dead?

He tried to rise up but felt a sharp pain in his right leg. It seemed it'd broken somehow, perhaps from his crash after the fall. He looked for other hurt places in his body but didn't find any.

Just when he was about to call to Madam Pomfrey the door to the infirmary opened and in the entrance stood a tall guy who wore Gryffindor's uniform.

Remus blushed, then remembered James Potter didn't use to blush, so he looked away from the boy and tried to focus on something else.

He heard footsteps getting near him and finally he raised his gaze to meet the grey eyes of Sirius Black that stood next to his bed.

"Hi, Padfoot," he said.

Sirius looked at him and then sat on one of the chairs next to the bed. "James..." he mumbled, "about yesterday..."

Remus got even redder. "Ah, yeah, about that-" he started, but Sirius cut him off.

"I love you, James, but-but not like that."

Remus blinked, staring at his friend. "What?"

Sirius ran his hand through his hair. "I told you yesterday that I'm in love. But it's not you, James."