A/N- Hello one and all, and welcome to the companion peice to my Reading the Harry Potter Books seiries companion piece. All of the "I'll tell you later"'s (and maybe some other stories I make up) will all be right here, for those of you burning with curiosity. Yes, I know I should be taking my break, but I had to at least start this. WARNING: There MAY be some OOC-ness, but if there is it will be for comic effect and I'm sorry if you don't like it. Okay, onto the story(ies)!

Disclaimer- I'm innocent! HP belongs to JKR, and the series this belongs to is mine, so there is no stealing AT ALL.

I'll Tell You Later

Chapter 1- Traumatizing Experience

"Uh, yeah, Sirius had a... ah, traumatizing event with a cat as a child..."

"What happened?" Lily asked, skeptically, not buying this story one bit. Expecially since James stumbled and stuttered over the excuse.

Sirius gave James a what kind of excuse was that? kind of look, to which James replied with a I don't know, it was all that came to mind look in return.

"Er... I don't exactly like to talk about it..." Sirius began, throwing up his pitiful excuse.

"Don't be silly, Sirius, I'll tell her, since you can't bear to do it yourself." Remus said, a glint in his eyes.

Oh god. Sirius thought. It's payback! Noo, Moony, I'm sorry for all those 'time of the month' jokes, and pranking you when we were younger, and peeing on you in my Padfoot form! Just... please, don't do this! But either Remus did not get the mental pleading, or he ignored them.

Harry looked like he was settling himself in for a good story, trying to suppress the smirk on his face. "Go on, Remus." He said, encouragingly to anyone listening, buit to Sirius he was signing his death warrent.

"Well, when Sirius was five, his Aunt Margret had... well she had a lot of cats..."

Oh dear god, kill me now...

"And it was this big Black family reunion, and Sirius was out near this big tree..."

I need a rock to hide under...

"And, of course, Aunt Margret had brought all of her cats. Well, Sirius' Uncle Jargon, opposite side of the family, brought his dog..."

Say no more, I promise I'll never make fun of you again...

"So, needless to say, the dog began chasing the cats, and you know cats, they climb trees to get away." Remus was having fun. He could see Sirius' pleading expression, but payback was payback, and he was taking this chance before it could go away. "The only tree was the one Sirius was under, and so the cats were all rushing for him. He got scared and ran."

Sirius looked up from where he had been previously hanging his head. That's it?

"That's it?" Lily asked.

Harry could see that the malicious streak was still in Moony's eyes. He was saving the final blow.

"Oh, right." Remus said, looking over at Sirius who was frozen in fear. "When I say got scared, I mean his pants got soaked."

He paused for severus snorts of laughter and one mortified groan, before continuing.

"Funnily enough, Aunt Margret had been feeding her cats food that smelled like, well, urine, and so they had to use Sirius to get them to come back down off the tree."

Everyone save Sirius was laughing now. Lily was quite sure Remus had made it all up, but the story was probably better than the real truth.

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(A/N- This one isn't really an explanation, but I needed to add it. It goes along with the theme of the chapter)

"James doesn't like Goblins... he thinks they make the carts go fast on purpose and that they're out to get him."

"Dad! Dad!" A six-year-old James Potter yelled, tearing into the hallway leading to the front door. James' father stood, one hand on the doorknob, on his way out.

"Yes, James?" he asked, scooping up his son and tossing him into the air before catching him again.

"Can I come with you to Diagon Alley today?" James asked excitedly.

"I'm only going to the bank..." his father said, but his son's eyes lit up with excitement.

"I've never been there, though. Please take me?" James said, pulling a puppy-dog face. laughing at his son's antics, James' father told him to put on his shoes, and they apparated away.

James, being used to side-along apparation, wobbled a bit on the cobbled stones of the alley before regaining his balance and following his father to the big white building. Gringotts. He was so excited that he failed to notice the goblin guard standing outside the doors. James looked at the writing on the second set of doors. After trying to read it, he asked his father to read it for him.

James frowned at the poem. It sounded kind of mean, from what he could tell.

His father led him to the counter, where James had to stay back a few feet to see over it. He wished he hadn't.

There, conversing with his father, was the kind of monster his parents told him stories about. The teeth were pointed, his lips pulled back into a smirk. It had long fingers which it tapped on the counter, and it's voice was shrewd. James did not like this thing. He remembered his father telling him about the goblins that ran this place, but he didn't think they'd look so evil.

He cluthched his father's pant leg as the goblin called for another one to take them to the vault.

He did not like this place. It looked like the goblin was taking them down to the dungeons where they'd be locked up forever. He felt very bad getting into a cart with the goblin.

The cart hurled through the passages. James probably would have been having fun if the goblin wasn't in the cart with them. Speaking of which, it wasn't even steering!

James' mind was thick with fear, and he clutched his father's robes now.

He felt like he was going to be sick, and when he finally managed to chocke out that he wanted to go slower, the Goblin seemed to grin maliciously and say, "One speed only."

And then it felt like they only began to go faster.

He leaned over the side of the cart, thinking he was probably going to hurl, and trying to see if he could see the dungeon the goblin was taking them to, when wham! They spun around a tight corner and James stumbled to the other side and almost tipped out, when his father grabbed him and pulled him back in. James breathed a great sigh of relief, and glared at the goblin. He knew the goblin was behind this somehow!

Finally, they got to his father's vault, he scooped up some coins, and they left, going back up to the main floor. Needless to say, whenever James needed money in the future, he would have someone go down there for him. He wasn't being left alone with those goblins!