Okay, so I've come to a bit of writers block on this, but, I don't like to keep people waiting

Okay, so I've come to a bit of writers block on this, but, I don't like to keep people waiting. SO. Here is a preview of my newest fic, By The Sea, which is a Harry Potter story about the marauders. Oh those marauders. Anywho. Enjoy.

title subject to change. ;)

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Sirius sighed. He was wet, and sandy, and that so called "nice breeze" was making him chilled. He felt like a piece of leftover fried chicken. Sure. He could have been enjoying the holidays, but he was stuck in this sandy form of hell. Sirius Black was in a bad mood.

"Ah! Yes! Let's go to the bloody beach for bloody spring hols!" Sirius murmured to himself, throwing a stick at the godforsaken sand. "Bloody, fucking poofter." It was only a few seconds before he realized that the "bloody, fucking poofter" of which he spoke was himself. His face flushed with more anger as his bad mood worsened.

"Well, you look a bit pathetic. What's your problem Pads?"

Sirius looked up and saw a giant tomato, with a bit of mayonnaise on its nose squinting at him.

"Ah, Pete," Sirius sighed. "The world is full cruel places, but the cruelest of all is this sandy pit of doom."

"What do you mean? I thought that this whole trip was your idea," Peter blinked, slightly confused.

"Things aren't right around here, Wormtail! It's all topsy-turvy," Sirius moaned. He flopped from his sitting position to his stomach.

"I'm still not quite getting what you're on about," Peter said, a little wide eyed. By this point Peter was sure that Sirius had finally snapped.

"LOOK OVER THERE!" Sirius groaned, pointing at one of the bar-like restaurants on the boardwalk. Peter looked. He didn't see anything too horrible. Maybe the food that they served was a little to be wary of, but nothing to bad. It was just Remus talking to some people.

"Sirius, I don't see anything," Pete said, scratching at his nose. When he did this the sunscreen that was there smeared down his face.

"What do you MEAN you don't see anything?" Sirius countered, hopping to his feet. He grabbed Peter's face and pointed it so that he was looking right at Remus's back. "THAT is not right! THAT is not normal! HOW in the name of Merlin's beard did he get all the girls?! He doesn't LIKE girls, he's MOONY!"

Peter took a closer look. The people that Remus was talking to were not just any kind of people. They were, indeed, girls.

"Nayve nits vecuzz nov vall is poltry," Pete replied. Sirius looked at him for a minute, before he realized that he was still holding Pete's head around the chin area. He let go.

"Sorry, mate, I didn't quite catch that," he apologized.

"I said, maybe it's because of all his poetry," Peter replied, shrugging. Sirius looked at Peter. Peter looked at Sirius. Sirius decided that he needed to start giving Peter more credit than he did.

"Pete, my man, you are a genius," said Sirius as he skipped away.

Peter watched Sirius go. He blinked.

"What's gotten into him?"

Peter turned around to see James. His face had tan lines from his sunglasses. He looked like a burglar.

"You look like a burglar," Pete informed James. "And I'm afraid that our Padfoot has finally gone off the deep end."

"Well," James said. "It was only a matter of time."

They both sighed, and figured that it was best not to get into it. So they went back to the swimming pool at the hotel, because Peter was becoming redder than a radish from being out in the sun for so long.