Title: Being a teenager sucks

Pairings: *takes a deep breath* RL/SB, RW/HG, GW/DM, HP/OC, MM/SS (ack, I don't much like the last one, but ish chose the pairings, acos I couldn't decide. Ain't she helpful! ^.^) And possible Dean/Seamus.

Warnings: Some slash in later chapters, probably only mild slash, because I can't write it to save my life.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, don't you think there'd be more blood??? And more slash, for that matter. Lol.

A/N: first hp fanfic, I didn't know how this would turn out, but it seems to be okay. Rest assured there is a plot. Eventually, there will be a plot… now, onto important matters.

You will heed the warnings. There will be mild slash in later chapters. Do NOT come crying to me because you don't like to see Sirius and Remus paired together. Don't flame me because you're homophobic, I have warned you, and I'll warn you again in the chapters that I decide to put slash in.

You will review, even if it is to flame me. If I get no reviews, or very little, I will think that nobody is reading this, and I will stop writing it.

Constructive criticism is most welcome. If you have ideas, or can point out mistakes, I will be eternally grateful.

If you flame me because of the slash (when I write it) I will hunt you down, and drink your blood. I will hang your lifeless body from the flagpole of my school, and we will all throw things at you. Then, we will see which type of acid will eat through your eyeballs the fastest, and have a race. If I lose (which I won't. I'm acing chem.) We will send your body to your family for a decent burial. If I win, (which is certain) we will cover you in melted wax, and stand you in the science lab so the little year sevens can throw things at you. And then possibly cover you in kerosene and set you on fire, those year sevens are pyros (and I am their teacher!)

Yes, I have been known to drink blood on occasion, I want fangs, I hate the sun, and my skin is so pale it's almost white. (Except at the moment, it just borders on extremely pale, acos it's summery where I live.) I'm obsessed with vampires. GET THE HELL OVER IT! Erm… thank you…

((okay, some of you were asking why he needed the potion, and what he was doing near knockturn alley in the first place… I've put a flashback in, I was gonna make you guess, but I'm not that mean. Well, I am, but…))

Harry opened his eyes as the dizziness subsided. He was back in his body again… had an hour really passed so quickly?

He sat up and stretched. Well, that's a part of the potion the book didn't mention… you think about someone and you're instantly transported to that person… He remembered the day he'd come across the book…

::Flashback::

Petunia and Vernon had dropped him off somewhere in the middle of muggle London, with the strict instructions to be back at that spot in three hours, or they'd leave without him. They were going to Lego land, and Dudley had insisted that they leave Harry here, and, being how they are, Petunia and Vernon agreed.

Harry looked around, noticing a small shop that people seemed to ignore; it was as if they did not see it at all… He moved closer… it was the leaky cauldron! He couldn't believe his luck! Of all the places the Dursleys could have ditched him; it was somewhere he had money to spend!

He ducked into a nearby alleyway, and carefully removed his invisibility cloak from underneath Dudley's old, oversized jumper. He didn't know why he'd brought the cloak, but he'd had an inkling he'd need it, and it was just as well he had, because if he was recognized, people would wonder why he wasn't with the Dursleys, and send him back, or realize he was alone, and try to kill him. Harry didn't know which was worse.

He slipped through the door into the leaky cauldron, and carefully, so as not to bump into anyone, followed a witch into Diagon alley.

Harry made his way to Gringotts, removing the cloak, and then stepping inside. Hagrid had given him his vault key, in case of an emergency, and this classified as an emergency, he was starved!

He withdrew some money from his vault, and then put on the invisibility cloak again. He momentarily considered getting some ice-cream at Florian fortescue's ice-cream parlor, but then decided that the less he had to remove the cloak, the better.

He bought some food, enough to last him until he went back to Hogwarts, then remembered there was something else he was going to get.

Harry walked through Diagon alley, under the invisibility cloak, of course. He didn't need to be recognized, not here. He found the little bookshop, just near knockturn alley.

Hagrid had warned him to stay away from here, but nobody could see him. Besides, he could look after himself.

He looked around, good, nobody watching. He removed the cloak, and then stepped into the tiny shop, making sure his hair covered the scar.

The shopkeeper greeted him with a nod, and then went back to serving a customer. Harry looked around the dingy little shop. Cobwebs hung everywhere, and it looked as if the shelves hadn't been dusted in years. He looked at some of the titles; the thirteenth use for dragon's blood, curses and hexes, volumes I, II, III, and IV, 10,000 poisons and their origins, hypnotism: the legal imperious, summoning beasts, invoking the spirits, transmogrification…

He whirled around as he heard a voice behind him.

"Can I help you, dear?" The shopkeeper asked. Harry stuttered nervously.

"Oh, I, um… I'm looking for a potion that can let people walk through walls…" the old woman frowned, deep in thought.

"And what would a boy like you want such a difficult potion for, hmmm?" Harry looked her in the eye, his gaze unwavering.

"Sometimes in life," he said, "there are places and people you need to escape." The woman smiled.

"Alright then, I have a book out back with an astral projection potion, that do?" Harry nodded, and the shopkeeper went out back to get the book.

When she returned, she placed the book on the counter.

"That'll be eight galleons and four sickles, and if anyone should come across that book in your possession, I didn't sell it to you, got it? A kid like you shouldn't' even be here." Harry nodded and handed her the money. Placing the book in his bag, he left the shop, heading towards the leaky cauldron for a butterbeer before he had to go back and meet the Dursleys.

::End Flashback::

He sat up, noticing that his dinner had been left near the door while he was lost in thought. He retrieved it, and sat it by his bed.

Harry looked out the window at the night sky; it had gotten dark while he was thinking.

He was unhappy. Not the usual misery brought about by being stuck with the Dursleys for the summer, but a deep sadness. He missed Sirius; he hadn't seen him in ages.

Harry picked up the vial with the potion in it, and put two more drops in a glass of water. If he couldn't speak with Sirius, he could at least see him. He drank the potion, and then felt the faint, yet familiar feeling of leaving his body.

Harry thought of Sirius, and his surroundings blurred.

He walked through a house, looking around. He passed a staircase, and floated into the living room. On the couch, he saw Sirius, and… Remus?! Remus was curled up reading a book, and Sirius sat beside him, clearly vexed.

Remus looked up from his book.

"Siri? What's the matter?" Sirius leant back and sighed.

"I'm worried about Harry," About me? Harry thought, "I'd rather he were here instead of with those awful muggles."

"Yes, I know Siri, but unfortunately, circumstances…" he trailed off. "Sirius, worrying yourself sick about him won't help him."

Remus put an arm around him, comforting. "You should get some sleep." He placed a kiss on Sirius' forehead "go to bed, and stop worrying so much, okay?" he rested his forehead against Sirius'. Siris grinned, and kissed Remus full on the lips.

"okay," he said to the stunned Remus, and rose to leave.

He turned to Remus. "you should sleep soon too, you need more sleep now that the full moon draws near." Remus nodded.

"yes, just as soon as I finish this book, it's quite interesting." Sirius shook his head, grinning.

"You and your books Remy, you're never without one!" Remus smiled.

"You love me for it." Sirius nodded.

"yes Remy, I do."

Harry stared at the two, shocked. Sirius… and Remus… wha… His surroundings faded, and he found himself flying over muggle London. He needed to clear his head…

He could almost feel the cool night air breeze through him as he flew high over the houses. He did a few loops in mid-air, then hovered over the city, thinking.

He didn't know what to think… He never thought that Remus… And Sirius… Harry did a backflip. He was far too tired to think about it now, he'd think about it later.

Almost on command, he felt a tug, and found himself back in his body.

A/N: Okay, people were asking why he was near knockturn alley, it was because spells and potions like astral projection are kinda dark magic, even though the one Harry made was using normal potion kit ingredients, mostly. The potion can be used for spying, because when you astrally project, you can't be detected, so it can be used for dark purposes. The book has other quite useful dark spells and potions, with more sinister ingredients, that will appear later in the fic.