Author's Notes: Ok, so I know that I haven't written anything in quite awhile so I'm thinking I'll be a little rusty. I was struck with sudden inspiration to write a fic (and procrastinate studying for my finals) so here it is…Enjoy! (Please review!)

Chapter 1

Harry placed his final touches on his job application. Feeling particularly pleased with himself, Harry marched up to the manager and scheduled a job interview at Wal-Mart would hire him. He recently found himself off Ramen Noodles and kegs of Butterbeer. Of course, that was fine for the first six months, but not any more. Now that his clothes were falling apart, he had no hot water for showers, and people stopped recognizing him on the street because he couldn't afford a proper haircut, he realized a job was necessary. "Wal-mart-here I come!" thought Harry with a peculiar sense of pride.

Draco adjusted his snakeskin tuxedo. He checked his reflection once more before stepping onto the runway. As he approached the bulk of the cameras, he spun around and winked to a few lucky fans. The group of girls managed to squeal and cheer even louder at the model's seductive winks. Draco spun around a final time and sauntered back to his dressing room, thoughts of beautiful women spinning around in his mind.

Hermione twitched as she hit the wrong key on her typewriter. "WHERE IS MY DOUBLE CHOCOLATE FRAPPUCCINO!" she bellowed at her frightened and bumbling assistant. "I specifically requested it to be on my desk at 7:08 every morning," she continued, but now in an unnervingly calm, quiet voice. "Why is this so DIFFICULT!" She threw the typewriter against the wall and cackled as pieces scattered around the room. Her assistant screamed and ran from the room, immediately quitting her job. "Third one this month," she grumbled. "Reparo." The typewriter flew back into one piece and set itself onto her impeccably organized desk.

Ginny placed the empty Ben & Jerry's ice cream container beside the couch. She speed-dialed Pizza Hut Pizza. "The Usual," Ginny sighed into the phone.

"That'll be 47 pounds," the voice crackled. "We'll be there shortly." After breaking her 12th diet, she planned to drown her sorrows in ice cream and greasy pizza. She flipped the channels to pass the time until the pizza arrived at her run-down apartment.

The doorbell rang. Ginny rolled off the couch and made the treacherous journey from the sofa to the door. She panted with effort, pulling herself across the tile floor. Utilizing the door handle, Ginevra Weasley lifted all 200 pounds of herself off the ground and into what resembled a standing position.

An impatient knocking on the door drifted into her apartment. "Coming!" gasped Ginny. She swung the door open, eagerly breathing in the cheesy aromas.

George opened the cash register and breathed in the crisp scent of money. The day had been a profitable one, but George was still determined to outdo himself.

"How much?" Fred asked, engrossed in the explosions of their brand new product.

"327 pound, 8 sickles, and a dung bomb," George replied, nonchalantly pocketing a couple of the silver coins.

"Fight ya' for the dung bomb, brother." Fred, in a remarkable display of grace, leapt over the counter and attempted to tackle George. George grinned and moved to the side. Fred kept going. CRASH! "Bloody hell!" was heard through the shattering display cases and detonations of most of their products. This, of course, was immediately followed by uproarious laughter and the smell of the dung bomb.

"Was it worth it, brother?" George laughed and made a break for the door before the smell consumed him.

"Always." Fred slumped over and passed out from the awful stench emanating from the bomb.

Hermione got the brains. Ginny got the beauty. Harry got the fame. Fred and George got the pranks. Malfoy got the money. Ron Weasley lay on his rickety bed and continued his list. Dumbledore got the power. Moody got the cool eye. Krum got the talent. Charlie got—. "Ron?" Molly called up the stairs. "Supper's ready!" I, he grumbled, got the hand-me-downs, wedgies, and the famous freckles. Life sucked for Ronald Weasley. He glanced at his father's expensive looking watch and imagined himself sporting it while he climbed into his brand new car. He apathetically scooped stew into his bowl.

Remus Lupin rolled over in his sleep. Sleep—one thing he'd found himself doing quite a bit. He was always exhausted, never up to go outside or get up for that matter. As he drifted into a sluggish slumber once again, he recalled a memory that had been haunting him for the past year.

"Sette sins mortali regoleranno i vostri pensieri per tutto il tempo!" Voldemort's dying breath rang out in waves of dark magic. "Acedia! Ira! Avaritia! Superbia! Invidia! Gula! Luxuria!" Those surrounding him could not fathom the depths to which his words would scar them. Their lives forever marked by the Dark Lord's curse. Remus, Hermione, George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Draco Malfoy blinked in confusion. Remus was the only one who understood: "Seven deadly sins will rule your thoughts for all of time."

Not even Remus realized the depths of this curse. The sins—sloth, wrath, greed, pride, envy, gluttony, and lust—were more powerful than any imagined. Perhaps, Remus thought wryly, even more powerful than Voldemort realized. It would be weeks and months until the sins started taking effect. It began differently for each of the seven: with a thought, a yawn, a yearning, a glance, a taste, a desire, and an annoyance.

The werewolf soon grew tired and closed his eyes once again, succumbing to the call for slumber.

Author's Notes: Please review and let me know if I should continue.