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Author's Note: Thank you to all my reviewers and flamers!!! Some people think it's stupid-----some think it's funny----matter of opinion really; it could almost delve deep into your personality type or how much you worship harry potter or you just plain and bluntly think it's stupid. Me? This is a side-job to my more serious stories or when I'm waiting for other works of art to be updated. Personally I have fun writing it because some peeps need something far out every once and a while. I'll do individual thanks next chappie; to lazy right now. So…Enjoy! Or not.

!!!! I'm going up north for vacation------so don't expect updates until next Sunday!!!

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The insane create worlds, the sane live in them…the sane create cages, the insane live in ***them***

Chapter III-----Day 1----Quidditch and Flying Motorcycles

The past few hours went by in a blur of Sirius's ranting and Pink Elephants. It was time to take Harry (and drag Padfoot ) home.

"Here you go mate, " James handed Sirius a light duffel bag through a yawn, " You can crash on the couch. "

"Why can't I sleep on your bed with you? "

"Because we're grown men now and it would be just too….ugh. I dunno. Just sleep on the couch. "

"Great. Just great. NOW I HAVE TO SLEEP ON SOME CRAPPY COUCH BECAUSE MY WOMAN HID MY KEY TO MY HOUSE!!!!! " Sirius ranted in a drunken rage.

"Your gonna have some hangover tomorrow, you git "

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Damn the sun! Damn the light!

The sun poured through the window and beamed it's unwelcome rays in Prongs face. Beyond that everything was perfect. No baby crying, Lily was home, cuddled up against him, and he was refreshed from his little nap.

Wait. Lily isn't home!

"GAH!!!" James eyes snapped open and he rolled off the bed and landed on his head. Who had been….snuggling with him? Ew. Wait. He knew. Unfortunately.

"OH HELL PADFOOT!!! I TOLD YOU TO SLEEP ON THE FRICKIN' COUCH!!" James emerged from the floor and whacked his friend with his pillow. Sirius just grinned insanely.

"Sleep well Jamsie? Oh wait----I know you did. Lily ohhhhh lily. "

Sirius mimicked.

"Well I bet you slept well. " James muttered darkly. Then a continuous wail was produced from Harry's bedroom; interrupting them. James sighed and faced Sirius.

" Okay. I'm going to go take care of my son, and when I get back you have better of made breakfast for everyone---including harry----and taken a shower. You smell like the loo. "

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"HONNNNNNNEEEEEEEYYYYYY!!!! Breakfast's ready!" Sirus screeched in a falsetto voice. James rolled his eyes 'leave it to him'

He picked up Harry, who surprising was still in one piece, and made way to the kitchen.

Eggs, sausage, and toast with marmalade. It actually looked and smelled good. Not that James would ever, EVER, admit that to Sirius.

"These eggs are runny. "

"No, not they're not. " Sirius couldn't surpress a grin.

"I hate marmalade. "

"Actually, last time I recalled….hmmm let's say a week ago---you loved it. "

"You completely fried my sausage links."

"I think the only thing fried here is your poor pride, James. "

"Bastard. " But by now James was grinning too.

"Looks like Harry's not having much luck with his food either. The kiddo is getting more on his face then in his mouth. Kinda reminds me of you when you're really hungry. " Harry had smeared his pea and carrot baby food all over his tray and face, it looked like hardly any of it had been eaten.

"Well can you blame him? " James asked pointedly, " The stuff looks like a cross of barf and three day old shit. It reeks something awful too. "

"Nah. What are we gonna do today, anyways? " Sirius pestered, while swinging his fork around.

" I was thinking---"

"No."

"Well we could-----"

"No."

"Why don't we----"

"I think no."

"How about-----"

"How about no. "

"UGH YOU ANNOY MY ASS TODAY!!! Fine Sirius. What do you want to do……..? "

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" I can't believe we're doing this! " James moaned, "With the baby and everything. "

" I thought you loved Quidditch. " Sirius protested. The two men were on broomsticks in the Potter's backyard. Harry cooed up at them from the baby swing. "C'mon. For old times sake. And for the fact that I'll bugger you until ya do. "

"Then let the game begin. "

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" I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BEAT ME!!! YOU!! BEAT ME!! JAMES----GRYFFINDOR'S BEST SEEKER!!"

"…and the suckiest at every other position."

"Shut. Up. Now. Before. You. Die." It had been a good game----for Sirius. 200-150. Of course James's only score was from catching the snitch.

"Speaking of flying Prongs, how about I take your baby for a ride on MY baby. " Sirius pointed to the front lot where his enchanted motorcycle was parked; gleaming in the sun.

"I don't think Lily would like that at all. " James responded hesitantly as he maneuvered Little Harry out of the swing.

"James, that's the most sensible thing that you've said this whole time," Sirius pointed out sarcastically. "But in case you haven't noticed yet---------Lil's gone. "

"I really do hate you today. " Came James dry response.

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"MY GOD PADFOOT!!!! DON'T DROP HIM!!!!!!!"

" I WON'T DROP HIM!!!!"

"YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST!!!!!!"

"BARELY!" Sirius was zooming around, 50ft in the air on his acclaimed 'baby' (No wonder to why Cimorene kicked him out)

with harry strapped tightly to his chest in a baby backpack. James, naturally, was freaking out.

"COME DOWN!!!!!! OR I'LL TELL LILY!!!"

"YOU TRAITOR!!!!!!"

"LILY AND CIMORENE!!!!!"

"Oh….ah…..damn. "

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It had been a surprisingly disaster free day, oddly enough. But it was only day one. Making sure that Harry was asleep in his crib, and Sirius was most defiantly on the couch, James went in his room and smartly, but surely, locked his door.