A/N: An obvious but necessary disclaimer: Yeah, HP belongs to me. Wait for it… in book and DVD form! I think I have a poster too…
Credit goes to HecatetheDarkWitch, she has this list on her profile and allowed me to turn it into a fic.
Also, this is a REVAMP. So there may already be reviews, I've taken down some chapters and now I'm rewriting it. I've grown as an authoress, and I would like to broaden my horizons too. Most of my multi-chaptered fics now are getting this treatment.
15 things to make your parents think you're insane.
Chapter 1: Follow them around the house everywhere.
Sirius entered Grimmauld Place 12, an odd smile on his lips. That odd smile brought him, and by default his best friends, into a lot of trouble. James didn't mind, and Peter wasn't man enough to stand up for himself, but Remus went barking mad whenever one of Sirius' stupid scenarios got them in trouble.
"Sirius, where were you?" His mother demanded in an icy tone. He jumped – where the hell had she come from? And more than that, how could she have moved without him hearing her on the hardwood floor? He raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Out." He answered, shrugging. Though his eyebrow was still raised in suspicion, and he knew that look freaked his dear mother out quite a bit. It was clear in the way her overly plucked eyebrows knitted together. Gosh, she was ugly. She was the type of witch that muggles would hate, he thought, and he wanted to draw a huge mole on her nose and stick a few hairs to it.
"If you were off with werewolves and mudbloods again…" She started, and Sirius rolled his eyes in annoyance. He'd heard this before. And he didn't want to hear it again. He could probably recite it back to her by now.
"You'll what? Disinherit me?" He asked, mocking her. "I'm out of here one of these days anyways." He grinned a toothy grin at her.
The pudgy woman glared at him and got up from her seat, the one that Sirius seriously pitied, thinking tea was needed to relieve her of the headache of a son she bore.
She made her way to the kitchen, forgetting that she could simply summon Kreacher to make her tea for her. Sirius wondered about this, but shook it off.
She was just about to put the kettle on the stove after lighting a plate with her wand, but she paused in her steps – only for him bump into her. He tried to keep from pushing her away from him, he was disgusted by her.
"Sirius, what in Salazar's name are you doing?" She yelled at him, pushing herself away from the revolting boy.
"My, mother, what alliteration." He smirked at her, taking a single step back to allow her to pass. He really didn't want to be near her. He liked James' mother, she hugged him and smoothed his hair down, but his own mother was a downright bitch and Sirius wasn't surprised that his younger brother didn't hug her either.
She forgot her tea completely and hurried out of the room, up the stairs, straight to her bedroom. Behind her she heard soft thuds following her, as if someone was trying, and failing, to tiptoe… She flew around again, her face making Sirius think remarkably of a plum.
This time she ignored him and pushed past him to the bathroom. The thuds never left her. Why did he have to follow her to the bathroom?
Was her son truly that insane?
