The Taxi Cab

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters. So ya…suck on that.

Authors Note: Hey there my dearest readers. I'm so sorry for the long wait of this chapter. I have recently started school, and its been tough on me since I'm a freshman. Fun. Well anyways I'm truly sorry about the wait and I hope this chapter will make up for that. Thanks oh so much for the reviews I got. They all made me feel so glad that you like this.

Attention! This might be the last chapter you will get from me and this story. If my workload and my social life get any busier this story will be over for good. I mean it took me almost 2 months to update this so just imagine what else might happen. Thank you. Any Questions or if anyone will like to take over this story, please email me. or instant message me on AIM at kraziekim522. Well enjoy.

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Once again, we join Sirius Black in the Taxi Cab…

"Oh Bubba, who should we pick on next? That old lady with the cane? The little boy licking that lollipop…mmmm lollipop…"

"Sirius, you're getting sidetracked. Why not that mate over there?", said Bubba, pointing towards the elderly man on his left side window.

"Good thinking Bubba, pull over. Chop, chop I don't have all day." Sirius waved.

Bubba soon put the Cab to a complete stop as an elderly man with a long grey bread, half moon spectacle, and twinkling blue eyes came into view. Or as Sirius called him…Fresh meat.

Sirius smiled to himself as the man climbed into the cab. He watched as the bearded man closed the door with a thud and folded his hands neatly into his lap.

"To the King-Cross Station, please." said the man (okay its obviously Dumbledore).

"Alrighty," replied Bubba as he started the cab toward its next destination.

Sirius looked over at Dumbledore and poked him.

"Hey mister…" started Sirius.

"Yes, young man?"

"If you were a poptart, would you eat yourself?"

"Well…that depends. What kind of Poptart would I be exactly?" asked Dumbledore.

"Uhm…Cherry!"

"Well if I was a cherry poptart, I think that I would eat some of myself but then leave some more of myself for later. Don't you agree?" stated Dumbledore.

"Uhh…NO I DO NOT AGREE! WHY WOULD YOU EAT YOURSELF! THAT'S SICK, MAN. ABSOLUTELY SICK! IM DISGUSTED!" replied Sirius.

"Alrighty then…" said Dumbledore.

There was an awkward silence in the cab until Sirius busted out in song…

"BLACK SOCKS, THEY NEVER GET DIRTY
THE LONGER YOU WEAR THEM
THE STRONGER THEY GET
SOMETIMES I THINK I MIGHT WASH THEM
BUT SOMETHING INSIDE ME KEEPS SAYING
"NOT YET, NOT YET, NOT YET!"

Dumbledore stared at the young boy as if he was crazy. But suddenly, Dumbledore starts laughing.

"That was quite a song you just sang young lad. Did you make that up yourself?"

Sirius, shocked, looked at Dumbledore and replied " Uhh… no I heard it from a reviewer named Little Miss Padfoot."

"Oh…well…that was quite a song. Good job."

"Ahem….yeah…anyways…" said Sirius.

Man this is one tough guy to annoy. What to do…What to do…? thought Sirius.

"I WISH I HAD SUPER POWERS LIKE…..SPIDAMAN! DUH DUH DUH! SPIDAMAN! AND THEN ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE STREETS WOULD BE ALL LIKE "YEAH MAN LOOK ITS SPIDERMAN HE'S MY HERO" AND THEN I'D BE ALL LIKE "WHOOSH!" FROM THE BUILDINGS! AND YELL IN THE BAD GUYS FACE "OH…WHAT NOW WHAT NOW!" AND THEY'D BE ALL LIKE "OH SPIDAMAN I LOVE YOUU!'' AND THEN I'D BE ALL LIKE "I KNOW I KNOW!" screamed Sirius.

Once again, Dumbledore looked at Sirius and busted out in a jolly laughter. Sirius blinked, and sighed.

"WHAT IS GOING TO ANNOY YOU MAN!" he stated.

"Oh I don't know, young man." started Dumbledore as he took out his bag of lemon drops and popped one into his mouth.

"Yummy. I love my dear lemon drops." said Dumbledore.

Sirius blinked and said "OH! Can I have one!"

"No you may not have one of my lemon drops." stated Dumbledore, pulling the bag of lemon drops closer to him.

"AAW COME ON! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!"

"Did you not hear me! No you may not have one of my lemon drops!"

Sirius, getting hungry, quickly snatches the lemon drops bag out of Dumbledore's hands and pops at least seven into his mouth. Looking back at Dumbledore, Sirius notices that the once jolly, twinkle-eyed man is now beat red with a cross and mean expression plastered across his face.

"Uh-oh". mutters Sirius.

"THAT'S IT YOUNG MAN! I PUT UP WITH ALL YOUR LITTLE JOKES, BUT YOU STEALING MY LEMONDROPS HAS JUST CROSSED THE LINE!" yelled Dumbledore.

Sirius shrinks back into his seat with fear as Dumbledore snatches the bag of lemon drops from his clutch. Without hesitation, Dumbledore looks at Bubba.

"Good day sir."

And with that, Dumbledore snaps his fingers and vanishes from the cab.

Bubba turns around and lightly hits Sirius. "Hey man why did you do that! I didn't even get paid! Good goin' Sirius."

Sirius, regaining his hyper personality, sits up in his seat.

"Hey man, what can ya do? I was hungry!"

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Yep. That's the end. Of this chappie at least. Like I said before, I'm not sure if I'm going to be writing another chapter of this story. I started this chapter early September, and completely forgot about it, due to the fact I've been busy. You have my deepest apoligies. If anyone wants to take over this story, go right ahead. Like I said before, my email is Yep. Well that's all for now. Goodbye my dear reviewers. Hope you liked this. Please review!

--Kim