wmipart13 The Werewolves' Magic Institute
By Admiral Albia

In which King Chaos reigns supreme...

Disclaimer; I own nothing except the plot and any characters you don't recognize from the books. It's very simple. Jiggy McCue (and the other Musketeers) belong to the great god Michael Lawrence, the rest belongs to the great goddess J.K. Rowling. All lyrics from the musical Anything Goes belong to whoever owns Anything Goes.

My heartfelt gratitude to Caitlin Black. A better beta-reader I could not ask for.

Chapter 13; Destino Immente
"Where are we going?" Neville asked. "I mean, we seem to be heading into the crowd of people..."
"We are," James said. "The Fantabulous Three Musketeers are providing a distraction, so it makes sense to head into the huge crowd of people laughing their heads off if we're going to find them.
"Sirius, Emilily and Mike were the Three Musketeers?" Ron asked. "You mean Jiggy, Pete and Angie were... them?"
"Yep. One for all and all for lunch, unless it involves underpants. Or ghost geese by the name of Aunt Hetty. Or... I think the next one's toilets..."
"Yeah, the Toilet of Doom. The book got published a few years ago, but they said there wouldn't be a play because one of the actors wasn't in a position to act the part."
"In other words, he was in Azkaban," Neville said.
"Uh-huh... are they singing in there?"
"Only one way to find out," James muttered, and he pushed open the door. The full blast of the song hit them.

... and now I'm all ready to fly,
Yes, to fly higher and higher!
`Cause I've gone though the brimstone,
And been through the fire!
And I purged my soul,
And my heart too,
So climb up the mountain top and start to
Blow, Gabriel, Blow!

I wanna join your happy band
And play all day in the brownie's land so
Blow, Gabriel Blow!

"Anything Goes, again?" James muttered despairingly. "Don't they ever sing anything else?" Ron risked a peep at the audience. They were all sitting perfectly still, riveted by the talent and sheer enthusiasm of the actors - except Sirius' father, who had fallen asleep.
C'mon you scamps, get up you sinners,
You're all too full of expensive dinners!
Stand up on your lazy feet and SING!
To the everlasting surprise of all involved, the Death Eaters did just that. Even Voldemort joined in.
Blow, Gabriel, Blow,
C'mon and blow, Gabriel, blow,
I've been a sinner,
I've been a scamp,
But now I'm willing to trim my lamp,
So blow, Gabriel, blow!

I was low, Gabriel, low,
Mighty low, Gabriel, low,
But now since I have seen the light,
I'm good by day
And I'm good by night,
So blow, Gabriel, BLOW!

The music stopped, and a deadly silence prevailed as, one by one, Death Eaters realised that they were having a singalong - to a Muggle song - and sat down, blushing. Except Voldemort. He looked livid. Behind him, Cerberus Black woke up.
"Thank you one and all!" Sirius called. "And for our next number -"
"There's not going to be a next number," the Dark Lord said.
"Oh dear, why not? I thought you were enjoying yourselves!" Emilily and Mike, quietly and calmly, walked offstage, taking Tkaa and Felix with them; Bria and Binary had opted to follow James and Remus from the start and Buckbeak hadn't come.
"Well, that was -" Emilily began. James shushed her.
"This could be dangerous. Hold on a second, please..."
"We were. You are a very talented actor, Sirius. However... here you are, in a house full of Dark wizards. Don't you feel... like you fit in?"
"No," Sirius said, a little too quickly.
"Uh-oh," James murmured. Remus put his tail between his legs and whined. "Remus, get the kids out of here." The addressed wolf nodded, sort of, turned tail and ran, closely followed by Paul, Anna, Mona, Indus and Binary (carrying Harry), and followed not quite so readily by Hermione and Neville. Ron, after some frantic hand-gestures, stayed behind despite James' constant warnings that `your mother will kill both of us`.
"You do, Sirius. You fit right in here. The Blacklands curse still stands - you cannot fight it much longer. Not in this place, with these people..." his lip curled suddenly.
"I can fight it as long as I want to," Sirius said.
"But do you want to?" his father asked suddenly. "You gave up everything for this... this stupid fantasy. Yet you're still under the curse, Sirius. You know it as well as I do. You have been submitted to it for your entire life. Look at your wand. Look at the past fourteen years of your life. What better proof of the curse at work is there? Ten or more years each shall pay his time..."
"But unlike you imbeciles, I didn't actually do anything," Sirius said. "We can fight it. We could arrange with the Ministry to raise us in Azkaban, that'd work, and ebony wands aren't a problem. The rest is simple to fight. I went to Hogwarts."
"Yes... and you were in Slytherin."
"I was not! Where'd you get that idea?"
"You... weren't in Slytherin?" Cerberus sounded as if his entire universe had just fallen apart.
"No. It considered me for Hufflepuff more than for Slytherin." Ron snorted suddenly.
"Enough." Voldemort drew his wand, and pointed it at Sirius. "The Blacklands curse still stands. While it does, you are one of us, whether you like it or not. Actio."
"Run," James said calmly. They ran, James and Mike almost unconsciously covering Emilily's back. Ron asked about this in between pants. After all, they were married.
"She's Muggle-born," James explained. "Sirius the normal doesn't care, but unfortunately... this is... Sirius the... cursed. Move!"
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It was at about this point that Remus and all the kids except Ron arrived back at the Knight Bus. Mrs Weasley ran out of the Bus, Lily following slightly more sedately owing to the fact that she was about to give birth. Literally.
"Where's Ron?"
"He wanted to stay behind," Hermione said. "Um, Mrs Potter? I know this isn't too good a time, but Harry's ill..."
"Get him into the trees," Lily ordered. The trees in question weren't actually that far away. "Right, what's the problem?"
"Um. Wormtail said it was a virus," Neville volunteered, "But I don't know how good he is at first aid."
"Hopeless," Lily said. "Believe me, I was his doctor for a couple of years. The man can't put a plaster on the right way up." Hermione giggled suddenly. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, nothing, really... it's just that my dad always says that so-and-so couldn't put a filling on the right tooth..."
"Then I don't want to meet so-and-so," Lily said firmly. She gasped suddenly. "Uh-oh. Baby coming through. Molly, I won't make it back to the Bus. Get me to the trees?" Mrs Weasley nodded.
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The sun began to rise.
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A/n; Only one part of the rescue mission to go, I hope. Review, please. You must. You have to.