Werewolf Fever

When Remus Lupin catches a horrible flu, nobody thinks twice about it. But when, one by one, the fever spreads to the other Marauders, its results bring about more attention and even more problems then they needed. (A Pre- OotP Canon story)

The flu past by Remus with not so much as an extra sniffle. The Marauders, however, don’t have time to think over its strange disappearance — they have another piece of hell-bound chaos on their hands: James Potter.

‘Tis the day of the Quidditch match, and all through the House, James wasn’t stirring, and Peter curses if you if you call him a mouse.’ Oh, my duckies, the rhyme rings true. Jim may be technically sound, but another Marauder seems to be having some problems of his own. Two words for you, Wormtail my dear: Anger. Management.

We’ve gone through Remus, James, and Peter. Werewolf Fever only has one Marauder left to toy with and, believe me, it’s not going down without a fight. At least, through this experience, Sirius will finally get in touch with his . . . over-exuberantly emotional side. Tell me, does ‘I’m-So-Bloody-Poetic,-Sonnets-Fly-Out-My-Bum’ Padfoot have a nice ring to it?

The Fever has finally run out of Marauders, so it turns to a brand new victim with even greater force. This time around, Werewolf Fever may start to get deadly. And by deadly, I mean mildly threatening. For heavens sake, this is a Riddikulus fic. What do you expect me to do, kill someone off?

*NOW COMPLETED!* You’ve been waiting long enough – Now, here it is: The wrap-up of ‘Werewolf Fever’. Some issues are put to rest while others have to wait patiently until next time. And Sirius finally learns that sometimes telling a lie is easier than telling the truth.