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To all the cute little fuzzy people out there who reveiwed...IT'S HERE! The next exciting chapter in this epic journey through insanity is here! Not that there's much insanity in this one...BUT WHO CARES! Sorry it's late. If you like this story, please visit my other HP story, 'FoxChild', you'll probably like it.
"So…what did you two do to get detention with Filch?"
"Turned McGonagall's desk into a purple, pink and yellow rhino before blowing up a Bomb Bush in Herbology. You?"
"Let off waterproof fireworks in the halls and turned Mrs Norris bright red."
Both boys laughed until Chaosti choked and spat something slimy out of his mouth. He pulled a face before going back to work. "Little to the left." Splat! "Crap! I just washed my hair this morning!"
Fred Weasley laughed and shifted the boy on his shoulders. "Didn't have you pegged for a girlie-guy."
Chaosti paused to glare down at the older boy. "When you grow thick waist-length hair, then you come and tell me it's not a bitch to look after."
"Less talking. More scrubbing, boys." Filch looked up at them from the opening of the pipe. "This sewage drain needs to be unblocked before dawn, in time for the morning showers." The dirty old man cackled and moved off to see how Lex and George were doing with the kitchen chimneys.
Chaosti squinted and used his stick with a few bristles on the end to poke at what appeared to be a particularly thick patch of scum. This proved false as the scum gave way to a flood of sewage that totally unblocked the drain.
The two boys shouted in disgust as Chaosti was knocked from Fred's shoulders and both were covered in the vile stream. Somehow, the two managed to scramble from the pipe without getting too much gunk in their mouths.
Chaosti spat. "I swear there are laws against slave labour. Mother is so going to hear about this."
Fred grunted. "My mother would probably just berate us for getting in trouble in the first place."
The two sat in a sloppy, slimy heap next to the entrance to the sewer.
Brighteyes watched them from across the hall, bored out of her little, empty head.
"So, have the Recruiters asked you and George about the government or club or whatever it is they're gonna call it?"
Fred looked at the smaller child. "You know about that?"
"I came up with that."
"Ah…"
The two were silent for a while before…
"Yo."
Chaosti and Fred squeaked while jumping a foot in the air. George cracked up laughing while Lex just smirked. The sludgy boys glared at the soot-covered ones.
"Don't do that, damnit!"
"Heh. You look like you had fun."
Chaosti's glare was upgraded to Obliterate. "Yeah. Fun. We shall never speak of this again."
"I see yer all finished." All four sets of eyes turned towards Filch and glared. "Ya can all go back to yer dorms now." Fred and Chaosti got up and made ready to leave when Filch pointed to the smaller sewage monster (guess who?). "'Cept you. Dumbledore wants to see you right away."
The three pranksters and the 'I-Don't-Give-A-Damn' kid looked at each other and shrugged.
Brown leather creaked and billowed, a black cloak swished and whispered and a pair of metallic black Dock Martins scuffed and clonked.
The movement stopped in front of a dark dank medieval cell in the deepest, darkest pits of Hell's Basement (Or rather, the closest thing they had to it on Earth, so they just called it Azkaban after a demonic word heard from one of the few demons to ever be successfully summoned by a wizard. What they didn't know at the time, was that it is actually an impolite way of say 'Oh, Fudge. It would appear I'm up excrement creek yet again without a paddle.')
A pair of tired, dark and not a little insane eyes stared dully back at the two vampires and werewolf.
Molasses dark eyes took in the scrawny dirty figure slouched in the corner with what could have been curiosity, while the figure in the corner stared right on back with only mild interest.
"Are you Sirius Black?" Satu asked after a time.
The figure shifted slightly in his corner, as if trying to get more comfortable in a place with no comfort. "Yes." Was the simple rasped reply.
Satu cocked her head to the side as she tried to picture this tortured creature as the healthy handsome human male in the picture given to her in his profile folder.
"You look like shit, boy."
Sirius gave a surprised bark of laughter that ended in a coughing fit. "Yes, well, it's not like we get much food or exercise in here. And the Dementors take most of the fun out of life. But that's besides the point. Did you want something?"
Alucard and Loup shifted behind Satu as she bent over and braced her hands on her knees so she could be closer to Sirius's level.
"Yes." She replied, now totally serious. "Did you do it?"
Quote: If a bunch of psychopaths tell you you're insane, does it count?