Author's note: Hello, and thanks for the reviews for the other fanfic I've
made. I decided to make a different one (this one) which is more about the
daily lives of our beloved Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs.
This chapter was supposed to be a continuation of the "So, I'm gay?" one,
but it seemed too different so I decided to make this a separate fanfic.
Warning: Possibly may get slashy (boy and boy relationship) don't read if
you don't like, it don't read it....
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
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It was 6:30 a.m. in the morning.
Everyone was sleeping.
Except for one person....
Sirius groggily sat up on his bed, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"AAAAAAAUUGHHH!!! IT'S THE ANTICHRIST!!!!!" someone screamed.
"Oof!!" Sirius grunted as a pillow hit him square in the stomach.
"ALRIGHT, WHO THREW THE STUPID PILLOW?" demanded Sirius, He quickly looked around the room, only to see the snoring sleeping forms of the other Gryffindor boys.
Only one of them seemed to be shaking. Shaking in laughter, that is.
"DAMN YOU JAMES!!! THE ANTICHRIST, AM I?" he yelled, as he threw the lumpy pillow back at his friend, who grinned as he dodged it.
"Yes, dear Padfoot," he suddenly replied in a serious tone. "It appears that my arm does not like you after that...accident, of yours yesterday morning." James rolled up a pajama sleeve to reveal a purple bruise with peculiar number indentations on it.
"Oh....heheheh..." Sirius nervously replied, with a slight pang of guilt. "Well, I was dreaming, and in it Ronald McDonald was chasing me with these big ass butcher knives, and it was really scary especially when he started screaming "I'M LOVIN' IT!!" and all I had was this big chunk of kryptonite or something, so I had to throw it at him in self defense before his legion of little Pillsbury Doughboy minions would get the chance to put me in their huge bowl of Betty Crocker cake mix."
"SO YOU'RE SAYING YOU THREW YOUR ALARM CLOCK AT ME BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS KRYPTONITE?!?!?" shouted James.
"Yes...." Whimpered Sirius, shivering at the thought of remembering the dream.
"Well..." admitted James, "That does sound pretty scary though...."
"You have not idea...." Mumbled Sirius, shuddering at the memory.
"Was that why I heard you screaming, 'NO!!! TAKE JAMES, NOT ME!!! I'M TOO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE!!!' as you started writhing around like you had an epileptic seizure?" asked James, sternly looking his friend in the eye.
"I said that...?" squeaked Sirius trying to muster up his best puppy face.
"Yes....you did...." said James in a slow, threatening voice.
"Oh....." mumbled Sirius, cautiously edging away from his bed.
"..........." said James.
"Oof!" yelled Sirius again as a lumpy pillow was sent flying into his face.
"Some friend you are...." Muttered James as he grumpily made his way toward the bathroom
Meanwhile, Sirius sat upon his bed, rubbing the area where the pillow hit his face.
"Ow....this day sure isn't off to a good start...." Mumbled Sirius. "So...
why don't I ruin it for someone else, too!! "
"Argh!" yelled Remus. "Where'd this pillow come from?"
"Muhahahaha..." cackled an ominous voice as another door quickly slammed shut.
"Huh...?" said a confused little Moony.
"Unghpppphlbt...hi Mommy...." mumbled a sleeping Peter into his pillow.
"................"said Moony.
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It was 6:30 a.m. in the morning.
Everyone was sleeping.
Except for one person....
Sirius groggily sat up on his bed, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"AAAAAAAUUGHHH!!! IT'S THE ANTICHRIST!!!!!" someone screamed.
"Oof!!" Sirius grunted as a pillow hit him square in the stomach.
"ALRIGHT, WHO THREW THE STUPID PILLOW?" demanded Sirius, He quickly looked around the room, only to see the snoring sleeping forms of the other Gryffindor boys.
Only one of them seemed to be shaking. Shaking in laughter, that is.
"DAMN YOU JAMES!!! THE ANTICHRIST, AM I?" he yelled, as he threw the lumpy pillow back at his friend, who grinned as he dodged it.
"Yes, dear Padfoot," he suddenly replied in a serious tone. "It appears that my arm does not like you after that...accident, of yours yesterday morning." James rolled up a pajama sleeve to reveal a purple bruise with peculiar number indentations on it.
"Oh....heheheh..." Sirius nervously replied, with a slight pang of guilt. "Well, I was dreaming, and in it Ronald McDonald was chasing me with these big ass butcher knives, and it was really scary especially when he started screaming "I'M LOVIN' IT!!" and all I had was this big chunk of kryptonite or something, so I had to throw it at him in self defense before his legion of little Pillsbury Doughboy minions would get the chance to put me in their huge bowl of Betty Crocker cake mix."
"SO YOU'RE SAYING YOU THREW YOUR ALARM CLOCK AT ME BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS KRYPTONITE?!?!?" shouted James.
"Yes...." Whimpered Sirius, shivering at the thought of remembering the dream.
"Well..." admitted James, "That does sound pretty scary though...."
"You have not idea...." Mumbled Sirius, shuddering at the memory.
"Was that why I heard you screaming, 'NO!!! TAKE JAMES, NOT ME!!! I'M TOO BEAUTIFUL TO DIE!!!' as you started writhing around like you had an epileptic seizure?" asked James, sternly looking his friend in the eye.
"I said that...?" squeaked Sirius trying to muster up his best puppy face.
"Yes....you did...." said James in a slow, threatening voice.
"Oh....." mumbled Sirius, cautiously edging away from his bed.
"..........." said James.
"Oof!" yelled Sirius again as a lumpy pillow was sent flying into his face.
"Some friend you are...." Muttered James as he grumpily made his way toward the bathroom
Meanwhile, Sirius sat upon his bed, rubbing the area where the pillow hit his face.
"Ow....this day sure isn't off to a good start...." Mumbled Sirius. "So...
why don't I ruin it for someone else, too!! "
"Argh!" yelled Remus. "Where'd this pillow come from?"
"Muhahahaha..." cackled an ominous voice as another door quickly slammed shut.
"Huh...?" said a confused little Moony.
"Unghpppphlbt...hi Mommy...." mumbled a sleeping Peter into his pillow.
"................"said Moony.