"Yeah, yeah I am. We all are. We did it for you, mate," James said, hopeing that maybe that would jog Remus' memory. "I'm a stag, and Pete's a rat, and Sirius is a big, black dog."
He knew it was something his mother had instilled in him, the desire to fix everything. She'd tried so hard to fix Sirius by loving him like he was her own son, and James had continued that because Sirius was his best mate, but he hadn't even talked to Sirius about it and he knew this had to be killing him, to not have Remus know who he was, and James wanted to fix this too, but he didn't quite know how.
"No one knows, though. Like you being a werewolf. It's a secret," James said. "Well, except Ed and Benjy found out recently. About you, not us. Do you remember that?"