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Over Breakfast

Sarah Potter woke up with a start to someone banging on her door. She tried to ignore it by cover her messy head of red hair with her pillow, but the noise continued. She finally got tired of it and pulled herself out of bed to go and kill whoever was interrupting her sleep.

She was about to reach the door when the person on the other side of it opened it.

"Sarah! Waky-waky! Your mother says it's time for breakfast!"

Sarah, a little startled by the sudden intrusion, jumped back, and rubbed her head. He was too loud for someone who had just woken up. She abruptly turned and went to go back to bed. "Tell mum, I'm too tired, Sirius. I'm going back to-!" She was cut off by her uncle putting his two hands under her arms from behind and picked her up with little effort. "Put me down! I'm too tired!"

"Ha! No way I'm going to be running up here all morning like an owl, AND be yelled at be your mental mother! You're GOING downstairs!"

After thrashing her arms for the past few minutes, Sarah, went limp but crossed her arms over her chest, and pouted.

Downstairs, Lily was making breakfast, bacon, eggs, and sausages. As Sirius and Sarah were walking toward the kitchen door, Sarah spotted her brother, Harry, being taken the same way. Only, he was still asleep, being held by Remus and her father, James. James was holding his legs and Remus was holding his two wrists.

When they entered the kitchen Sarah was dropped and Harry was placed at the table, only to double over and drool on the surface.

"Why does Harry get to stay asleep?"

"Because, just like his dear old dad, the house could be picked up and shook by full gown mountain giants and he would stay fast asleep and snoring." Sirius stated.

"That's m' boy!" James said fondly looking at his son.

"Well, I don't think it's fair! Why does he get to-ahhhh- stay asleep, and I have to be-ahhhh- woken up at this ungodly hour?" Sarah complained yawning half way through.

"We're both leaving at the same time for Diagon alley, and I am not –ahhhh- waiting for this toerag!"

"Well, what exactly do you suggest?" Remus, asked his young goddaughter "Believe me, I've had to live with your father for seven years, I know what one has to do to even make him flinch."

"Yes, well, Harry unfortunately, is not head over heels in love with a girl who loathes him, yet, so I cannot tell him she's asking for him." Thunderous laughter escaped the three adults.

"Who told you?" James looked astounded remembering their fifth year

when he had stood out in the cold December night by the lake only to be pelted by water balloons and get no sleep at all, and look like a mess.

"That's my girl." Sirius patted Sarah on the back

"I, mean, no offence dad, but I have a better idea," Sarah took out her wand and pointed it at her elder brother. In a second he was upside down in place, hanging by his ankles.

Slashing his arms madly, he woke with a start. "Wuzzgoinon?" He was placed back on the ground, Sarah smirked at him.

"Oh, just making sure everything was fair." Sarah stated smugly, and sat down. Harry glared at his younger sister. Then at his parents and uncles, who were laughing like madmen.

"You let her do that!" He asked, bewildered. "Why!"

"Isn't it obvious, Harry?" Sirius said, not looking up from his plate, "She's the favorite child." He grinned at him.

"Well," Harry started before sitting down next to his sister and across the table from his father and uncles "I had the strangest dream."

"Really! I would ask what is, but I really see no point in it." Ignoring his sister he continued,

"You and mum died when I was one" Harry pointed at his father, "And Sirius was sent to Azkaban-"

"Did I finally live up to my promises and kill my family?" He wondered sounding hopeful.

"No, actually you were sent to Azkaban without a trail for leaking information on mum and dads whereabouts and killing Peter."

"What?!" a shriek came from the door.

"Oh, yes Peter, we were just discussing our plans to kill you off." Sirius told his friend calmly. Peter's looked around at everyone in the room, he looked terrified.

He managed to get out a small "Why?"

"Isn't it obvious," James didn't even look up from his plate "You're of no use to us anymore. Did you think we were kidding in first year when we said, 'You can know, but then we'll have to kill you.'"

Lily cut in as she put breakfast on the table and sat down, "Oh, their only trying to scare you, Peter. Harry was talking about his dream."

Peter let out a shy of relief.

"As I was saying, Sirius was sent to Azkaban for supposedly killing Peter and leading to the Potters deaths, but actually, you had switched Secret-Keepers to Peter and Peter, who had become a Death Eater, told Lord- something, I can't remember his name- about where the mum and dad were."

"I knew it, double crossed by the rat. Tsk, tsk, Peter, now we really are going to have to kill you." Sirius got up followed by James.

"We should have known. Now, Peter, this will only hurt for a second."

Both men cornered Peter with completely straight faces, and took out their wands. Peter put his hands on his head and started to cry, "No, I never did anything! I swear! I would never do that! Please you have to believe me! I would never!" Suddenly both James and Sirius burst out laughing. They fell to the floor holding their stomachs. Peter got up and looked angry.

He muttered to himself as he went to the table. Sarah was also laughing hard, tears coming out of her faces. Harry was holding back laughter, but started to giggle. Lily and Remus were the only ones not giggling. Remus pushed out the chair beside him to his friend. Sirius and James came back to the table wiping tears from their eyes,

"Oh, Wormtail, you should've seen the look on your face," Sirius started, James finished it for him,

"Priceless." Lily gave her husband a stern look, and then turned to Harry.

"Tell us more about your dream, hon."

"Well, after twelve years in Azkaban Sirius broke out and went to Hogwarts to get revenge on Peter, who hadn't died, he only faked it. I was this chosen boy (Sarah snorted, but Harry ignored her) because when the Lord-thingy tried to get me, you gave your life for me mum, so I had love, and he didn't. So I was destined to kill him. Then in my fourth year I won the Triwizard Tournament, but the Lord came back. And then in fifth year Sirius died,-"

"Wha? Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You kill your parent, me, but you let the werewolf live!? What kind of messed up dream was that!"

"Yea, so, Bella killed Sirius-"

"WHAT!?! She killed me!?!" Sirius looked shocked.

"Yes, and then in sixth year Snape killed Dumbledor and-"

"WHAT!?!" both James and Sirius stood up.

"Yea, but I didn't see anything else because somebody felt the need to hex me." He turned to glare at his sister.

"Well, if you could wake up when your head is banged against the table, I wouldn't have to resort to extreme measures." Sarah glared back.

"Children, children, why don't you go get ready for our shopping trip."

"Yes, mother." They chorused not taking their eyes off the other, but standing up and walking out the door.