A/N: Here's the next chapter! Yay! Here's to Moony1972 who has not only suggested a ton of songs for me to use, but has also review on both chapters! This is just around March of their fifth year, and they are trying to be a little more studious... Or not.
When four fifteen year old boys sleep in the same bedroom without supervision, chances are they don't get to bed until late...or very late. However, on the weekdays the boys have to get up at seven; no exceptions, or they will miss breakfast. That was why Sirius was reading one night.
"Padfoot, are you reading?" James asked in mock surprise. In fact, all the Marauders (well, except maybe Peter) enjoyed a good book now and then. Sirius was reading a textbook, and that was the anomaly. Usually, (unless you were Remus) as a Marauder your textbooks stayed in perfect, unused condition because they, well, weren't.
"So funny, Prongs. Yes, I am reading, but it's because I want to find a spell that will set the record player to automatically come on in the morning to help us wake up," Sirius said, closing the dusty book. "With O.W.L.s coming (not that I'm going to do too much studying), I want to make sure I'm awake for McGonagall's lessons, as well as Flitwick's."
"I don't blame him, Prongs," Peter said looking up from his notes that he was reviewing. Even though the tests were not until late June (it was only late March) the fifth and seventh years had already begun to freak out. "Sprout yelled at me last week for falling asleep, remember?"
Sirius started to chuckle at the memory. Not only had Peter fallen asleep, but he then almost got attacked by one of the plants. It was priceless. Remus and James, who had been working on the other side of the greenhouse had missed the actual event, but everyone had heard Professor Sprout's lecture on getting enough sleep, and how dangerous Herbology really was. Sirius then got a detention for rolling his eyes at the wrong moment, and everyone quietly got back to work.
"It's really a simple concept, but let me do it," Remus said. He waved his wand and smiled. "There. It should start with a random song at seven tomorrow, that way we can listen to one, get ready while listening, and head down to the Great Hall before the owls come at eight."
"I hope it works, Moony," James said, shutting the curtains around his bed.
"I'm sure it will work, Moony," Peter said, also pulling the curtains closed. Normally the boys all closed them, but if they talked late into the night, they would sometimes leave them open.
"What song do you think it will play?" Sirius asked.
"I am the Walrus."
It was exactly seven when the record player did in fact start to play; however, it was playing "Yellow Submarine" instead of Remus's guess.
"In the town where I was born... lived a ma-a-an, who sailed to sea," the album played. All four boys simultaneously rolled over. Peter pulled a pillow over his head.
"And he told us of his life... In the la-a-nd of submarines..." The music, while lulling Sirius further into sleep, was starting to wake James.
"So we sailed up to the sun...'Til we found the sea of green... And we lived beneath the waves... In our Yellow Submarine." James was now almost conscious. Recognising the song, he started to laugh. Sirius, however, was realizing the suggestibility of dreams to stimuli. He had been dreaming about a certain Muggle-born (her name is not important; he only liked her because his parents would not), but suddenly, she disappeared and was replaced with James. He was in Muggle scuba gear (which they had seen on a trip to the coast with Mrs. and Mr. Potter the previous summer).
"We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine... We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine," James sang with the record player-turned-alarm clock.
Sirius now was seeing a big yellow ship underwater, however, and a bunch of dancing fish. James was trying to pull him into the ship, but Sirius was still looking for his lost date. Peter's snores were growing loud, even though they had almost stopped when the music had originally started. Remus was on the verge of consciousness, but he desperately wished he was still dreaming when he thought he heard James singing along. Could that boy not keep his mouth closed?
"And our friends are all on board... Many more of them live next door...And the band begins to play..." James was now singing at the top of his lungs, hoping to arouse some of his roommates. Sirius's dream took another turn, for now he was living in a house on the ocean floor with James, Remus, and Peter, while Lily and Mary, and a few others lived in a house next door. There was also a big dancing octopus outside in a garden... But who knows where that came from?
Remus, however, was giving into the fact that he was awake, and chose to help James wake the others by singing. Together, the sang "We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine... We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine."
Sirius's dream was getting just plain weird, he thought, as the different horns and such sounded off. Then it sounded like they were really on a ship... People were shouting orders...
These same orders once again helped raise Peter from the depths of sleep. He wiped the stuff from his eyes to see James and Remus, each on their own bed, pretending to give the orders. They were having way to much fun with this song for fifteen (well, James would soon turn sixteen) year old boys. Peter watched them sing the next verse, doing a sort of call-and-response technique. His friends sure were weird.
"We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine...We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine...We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine... We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine..." Peter joined James and Remus. As they finished the last line and the music started to fade out, Remus sent a spell at the record player to shut it up.
Sirius found his dream getting foggier and foggier... until his face felt really, really wet. Like it had been submerged in water. Like it was soaking wet, and so were his sheets, and his pajamas. "Wa' happened?" he asked groggily.
"You didn't wake up; it's nearly eight, so Remus decided to throw a couple buckets of water on you," James said.
"It was not my idea, it was yours," said Remus, backing away from James. "I just might've suggested the most efficient way to do that..."
"Aguamenti," Peter said with a smirk, sending yet another jet of water into Sirius's face.
A/N: So? Please review. I hate to beg, but if i must... I will. I've already got the end of the entire story planned out, but I still have to get through sixth year to get there... Thank Merlin the Beatles have over 200 songs... Give me (practical! [I look at you, Moony]) ideas for songs to use, please.. I don't know all of them, and I won't pretend to!
