Disclaimer: I don't own any of the content from the books. I don't own the
house. I don't even know if I own my computer. Wait! If I don't own it, then
why is it 'my' computer? ...? Umm... okay, then. I don't own Harry Potter
or any of the other J.K. originals. I don't own any of the spells, brooms,
places, objects, ect.... All I really own is 'The Mirror of Mascarane' and
the plot. IT'S MINE. Okay, so the gender-changing plot isn't mine, but the
way the story flows is! I think. Wait... Hmm... I suck at disclaimers.
Anyways, this story was inspired by the Evil Plushies, so don't steal it
or I'll sick Sirius Plushie on you!
P.S.: Just because I treat Sirius like an idiot and Harry like a crybaby,
it doesn't reflect my opinions! I love 'em both to death! I'm not attacking
a specific character, either. I'm attacking them all! GYAHAHAHAHAHA! It's
just for fun, so don't murder me.
NOTE: The words enclosed in slashes (/example/) mean they are supposed to be in
italics. I couldn't get the document manager to accept something that
DID allow italics, so... And if you see a spelling mistake or something that is messed up (confusing, ect.), E-mail me and
make me aware of it! How am I supposed to fix it if I haven't a clue?
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The house was dark and damp. It strongly reminded Harry of the dungeons back
at Hogwarts, the dungeons he had to walk through too often to get to Potions
class. However, the dungeon at least had torches lit with blazing flames
to light the stone passages. This house had nothing, no light or windows
to allow the nearly full moon's wisps of silver light to flood the house's
hallways, no flickering lamps; Harry could barely see his own hand if
he held it in front of his face and rapidly waved it around, nor could he
see where he put it when he reached out. He was relying on his hearing and
the feeling the objects gave him when he touched them.
Harry glared at the dark shadows in front of him. He had a funny dream, which
had made him leave the visibility of his room (he was quite glad to get away,
however, as Ron's snoring made even Hedwig fly out the window with an irritated
hoot) and the slight comfort of his bed. He silently cursed Sirius for not
having a house with proper lights (it did have gas lamps, but Harry didn't
know how to turn the darned things on). When Harry's thoughts drifted off
to Sirius, he suddenly remembered the dream he had had.
He was standing in a room that looked suspiciously like the dining room in
Sirius's house, however it had furniture that Harry had never even seen.
Sirius and Lupin were sitting on a brown leather couch, though from Harry's
position he could only see the back of their heads. Ron, surprisingly enough,
was rolling around on the floor, clutching his stomach and howling with laughter.
Hermione was standing by a fireplace, where she had buried her face into
her hands and appeared to be crying. Harry felt himself move forward, where
he stopped to look at Lupin.
Lupin's face was not calm or relaxed as it usually was. His face had turned
an unusual shade of magenta and he was heatedly glaring over at Ron, his
eyes following Ron's every roll. Harry couldn't tell what was the difference,
but Lupin looked... slightly different...
Harry's attention turned to Sirius, who, surprisingly, seemed to be quite
pleased. He was smirking around the dining room as if he had just won the
Lottery ("a Muggle form of the Triwizard," as Hermione called it) and didn't
even seem to mind Ron. Sirius's eyes rested on Hermione.
Harry, too, looked at Hermione. She had removed her face from her hands and
was gazing guiltily at Harry, who saw that she hadn't been crying but appeared
to be too ashamed to look at him.
Harry sat in-between Sirius and Lupin, and they turned to look at him. Harry
saw that Sirius looked startlingly different as well, but when you're dreaming
you tend to be much more stupid than normal, so he couldn't put his finger
on what.
"You're not crying, Harry," said Sirius with a mischievous smirk playing
on the corners of his mouth.
"Crying?" asked Harry, taken aback. "Why would I be?"
"Well, you were sobbing all day," replied Sirius. As if changing the subject,
Sirius looked from Lupin to Ron. "That's the first time I've seen Remus look
like he wants to kill your friend, Harry."
Harry looked at Lupin, who indeed had a murderous look about him. "Why's
he want to kill Ron?" asked Harry, who turned to see that Sirius's face was
fading.
"What?" asked Sirius, his voice beginning to crackle like a badly tuned radio
station. "Don't you remember? Ron made Remus..."
Harry had woken up, where he cursed aloud. He was about to know why Lupin
was going to kill Ron, but suddenly glared at the snoring lump in the blankets
on the bed nearest his. He knew that he, too, would kill Ron if he didn't
stop shaking the house...
Harry remembered half expecting Sirius and Lupin to run into the room, wondering
what noise had made even the doxies in the curtains stop buzzing. Unfortunately,
they didn't. Harry would have loved to see Lupin's reaction when he found
out that the source of the noise was only Ron.
Harry's mind snapped back to his current state. He hadn't noticed that his
hand was on the doorknob that led to the dining room. He also forgot why
he was even out of bed at all. When he remembered, he opened the door slowly
and crept down the stairs, where his feet were greeted with the thump of
a hard floor. He looked around, only to see black. He snorted loudly before
walking (he didn't care that his feet were making an enormous amount of racket)
back up the stairs, closing the door with a loud creak, and trudging back
to his bedroom. He suddenly understood why it was called the House of Black.
He couldn't even see the umbrella holder that was made of something like
a troll's leg, which he tripped over.
The troll's leg fell over with a loud CRACK and began to roll down the hallway
(/bubump, bubump, bubump/) where it collided with a door, where it was
then met with an earsplitting screech.
A pair of moth-eaten curtains flew open, revealing an extremely life-like
woman who looked surprisingly like a hag. However, she was just a portrait
that was screaming so loudly that Harry had to dash up the stairs, jump into
his room, throw himself into his bed, pull the covers over his head, and
resist the urge to throw a book at Ron, who was still snoring peacefully
but ever so loudly.
Harry's eyes were shut tight when he heard Sirius scream a curse (not the
magic type) and was soon greeted by the sound of pairs of feet slamming against
the floor. Mrs. Black's screeching had soon halted, and he was almost positive
he was going to be interrogated. Harry quickly pulled off his glasses and
placed them on the bedside table just in the nick of time. Sirius and Lupin
burst into the room, a look of extreme agitation of their faces.
"Who did it? Hmm? Who was up?" growled Lupin, making Harry wonder if he had
transformed early.
Unfortunately, Harry was a dead giveaway. Ron was snoring and Harry was trying
to sleep; everyone knew quite well that nobody, not even the famous Harry
Potter, could sleep through the massive snorts and grunts that came from
the red-haired, freckle-faced, Ron Weasley.
"Harry," grumbled Sirius. "What were you doing?"
Harry's form slightly quivered, but otherwise gave no movement or sound.
He could only hope that they were stupid enough to think he was asleep.
"Harr-" Lupin was cut off by Ron's snore (Sirius jumped and ran to see to
Buckbeak, where he walked back, looking slightly embarrassed. After all,
it did sound like an animal roar).
"Listen, Harry, you-" Lupin began, but cursed loudly as Ron let out a sound
that sounded like a pig squeal.
Harry fought back the temptation to laugh, as Lupin probably would turn into
a werewolf and come after him first. However, he was more worried about Sirius,
who was creeping up to the bed.
Sirius grinned wickedly before poking Harry forcefully. He continued to do
so. When he got no response, he decided to take it a step further... "Harry,
hey Harry! Harrrrryyyy-HARRY-hey, Harry, Harrr-rrr-rrrr-yyyy, want me to
sing, Harry? I can sing well, Harry-really, I can-you'd think that somebody
was killing Crookshanks, honestly, I'm that good-want to hear? -All right,
ready? One-two-three-LAAAAA LAAAAAAA LAAA! LAAAA LAAAAAAAAAA LA!"
Harry fell from the bed and rolled around the floor in pain. He was clutching
his ears and screaming: "GACK! STOP! NO! MAKE IT STOP! ARGHHH!!! HELP
MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Much to everyone's annoyance, Ron had woken up and rolled over. He glared
at Harry. "Will you stop making so much noise? People are trying to sleep!"
With that said, he rolled back over and began his raucous snoring all over.
Sirius was smiling triumphantly at Harry, before realizing he had just insulted
himself. He frowned and slumped behind Lupin, where he began to sulk. Lupin
stepped towards Harry, who was still rolling around and screaming. ("MY EARS
ARE BLEEDING! BLOOD! BLEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEDING! CALL ST. MUNGO'S! I NEED HELP!
AHHHHHHHH!")
"Harry!" yelled Lupin, putting his foot on Harry's chest to prevent him from
rolling around any longer. "Really! Sirius sang by me, and I'm not dying-wait,
never mind, I'm just wearing earplugs--" Lupin popped two pastel pink earplugs
out of his ears, where he flung them behind him ("OUCH! PINK! IT BURNS! GYEEE!"
screamed Sirius when they hit him) He blinked at Sirius before turning
back to Harry.
"As I was-" /SNORE/. "Now, Harry--" /SNORE!/ "HARRY--"
/SNORE!!!/ "DAMMIT, SHUT UP!" screamed Lupin, pouncing on Ron and pulling
him to the floor. All that was heard was the occasional growl, snore, curse,
and yelp.
Sirius rushed to pull Lupin off Ron (who was sleep fighting) where he flung
him onto Harry's bed. Lupin was breathing heavily, mostly because of his
rage, and Ron was snoring 'insults' ("Come get... /snore/... me...
ya big-breasted... /snore/... baboon...") and sometimes pausing
to jab the air with his foot. Harry was now rolling on the floor again, not
in pain, but shrieking with laughter. Tears were rolling down his face as
he choked on his own laughter. Lupin was glaring murderously at Harry, who
didn't notice. However, Sirius did notice, and gripped Lupin's arm tightly.
"I've had enough! We'll find out tomorrow, when we don't have this one to
deal with," grunted Sirius, jerking his head towards Ron ("Fight...
/snore/... like the... /snore... twitch, grunt, pig
squeal/... people... /GYARRRRRRR!!!/... you are...")
who was twisting madly in his bed.
Lupin shot one angry look at Ron and Harry before storming out of the room,
closely followed by Sirius. Sirius closed the door behind him and heard him
mutter something before seeing a flash of light. Harry walked to the door
and found that Sirius had magically locked it. He pulled his trunk out from
under his bed, grabbed a random book, and flung it at Ron, who made a roar
so much like a magnified lion's that Harry cowered in fear.
The next morning, Harry tossed in his bed (Ron had sleep walked back to his own bed), discovering
that every position was uncomfortable. He opened his eyes and blinked; there
was a black shape laying on his legs, apparently looking at him. He reached
over and grabbed his glasses, and after firmly putting them on his face,
he saw a shaggy dog sitting on him. The dog, however, had suddenly become
Harry's godfather, who crawled off the bed.
"Don't go downstairs," warned Sirius, seeing that Harry had gotten up and
walked towards the door. "Remus's in a right mood. Didn't help when Ron said
he'd dreamt he'd fought his grandmother."
Harry blinked. He turned to Sirius before sitting down on his bed. "What's
Lupin doing?" he asked.
"Growling," replied Sirius blankly. "I had to run upstairs and lock myself
in here because he chased me."
Harry sniggered. "It's not funny!" insisted Sirius. "All I did was say that
he looked like an old lady, so I understood Ron!"
Harry fell off the bed laughing. Sirius squinted at him, apparently not finding
the humor in it at all. "You go down there! You'll be back up here in a minute,
I bet you ten galleons," sniffed Sirius.
Harry smirked before walking towards the door. Sirius said "/Alohamora/!" and
the door unlocked, and Harry nodded to him, apparently a sign that he took
his bet. He walked out the door and closed it behind him, suddenly losing
all his confidence.
Lupin was pacing the hallway in front of Harry. Suddenly, he caught sight
of him. He practically dashed up to him, a look of severe irritation on his
face.
"He's dead? You killed him, right?" asked Lupin hopefully. When Harry shook
his head, Lupin scowled and slumped back into the dining room.
Harry followed him and sat down at the table. Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Hermione,
and Moody were already sitting at the table. Ginny and Hermione were engaged
in a conversation, Mrs. Weasley was cooking, and Moody was reading the Daily
Prophet. Ron, however, was gazing at Lupin.
Lupin sat down at the end of the table, far away from Ron as possible. Ron,
however, didn't notice Lupin's horrible mood. Or, he did, but didn't notice
the danger of commenting on it.
"Do werewolves get PMS?" asked Ron innocently, gazing at Harry, who burst
into hysterical laughter.
Harry wasn't sure what happened next. There was a flash of light, a scream,
clunking of chairs, and he suddenly felt hot breath on his neck. He blinked
and saw that Lupin had gone after he, Harry, and not Ron. However, he was
soon corrected when he saw Ron's giant feet sticking up over the table, and
saw that Ron was lying unconscious on the floor.
Harry screamed and jumped up. It was extremely difficult, as Lupin was sitting
on him, but he was so panic-stricken he didn't notice. He scrambled to his
feet and felt Lupin's weight fall onto his legs, making him fall onto the
ground. Thinking of Sirius, he sped out of the dining room and into him bedroom
again, on his hands and knees. Harry looked up and saw Sirius grinning at
him.
"You owe me ten galleons,"
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Well, there's the first chapter. The others are weirder, believe me... Besides,
first chapters are supposed to be boring. [Remus plushie gnaws on my ankle]
Hope you liked it! Be nice and review! Heh...
Oh, yeah, thanks to PrOwLiNg-WoLf for pointing out the mistake I made with the beginning of the Sirius-betting-Harry scene... If you didn't write the story, it would've been confusing.
house. I don't even know if I own my computer. Wait! If I don't own it, then
why is it 'my' computer? ...? Umm... okay, then. I don't own Harry Potter
or any of the other J.K. originals. I don't own any of the spells, brooms,
places, objects, ect.... All I really own is 'The Mirror of Mascarane' and
the plot. IT'S MINE. Okay, so the gender-changing plot isn't mine, but the
way the story flows is! I think. Wait... Hmm... I suck at disclaimers.
Anyways, this story was inspired by the Evil Plushies, so don't steal it
or I'll sick Sirius Plushie on you!
P.S.: Just because I treat Sirius like an idiot and Harry like a crybaby,
it doesn't reflect my opinions! I love 'em both to death! I'm not attacking
a specific character, either. I'm attacking them all! GYAHAHAHAHAHA! It's
just for fun, so don't murder me.
NOTE: The words enclosed in slashes (/example/) mean they are supposed to be in
italics. I couldn't get the document manager to accept something that
DID allow italics, so... And if you see a spelling mistake or something that is messed up (confusing, ect.), E-mail me and
make me aware of it! How am I supposed to fix it if I haven't a clue?
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The house was dark and damp. It strongly reminded Harry of the dungeons back
at Hogwarts, the dungeons he had to walk through too often to get to Potions
class. However, the dungeon at least had torches lit with blazing flames
to light the stone passages. This house had nothing, no light or windows
to allow the nearly full moon's wisps of silver light to flood the house's
hallways, no flickering lamps; Harry could barely see his own hand if
he held it in front of his face and rapidly waved it around, nor could he
see where he put it when he reached out. He was relying on his hearing and
the feeling the objects gave him when he touched them.
Harry glared at the dark shadows in front of him. He had a funny dream, which
had made him leave the visibility of his room (he was quite glad to get away,
however, as Ron's snoring made even Hedwig fly out the window with an irritated
hoot) and the slight comfort of his bed. He silently cursed Sirius for not
having a house with proper lights (it did have gas lamps, but Harry didn't
know how to turn the darned things on). When Harry's thoughts drifted off
to Sirius, he suddenly remembered the dream he had had.
He was standing in a room that looked suspiciously like the dining room in
Sirius's house, however it had furniture that Harry had never even seen.
Sirius and Lupin were sitting on a brown leather couch, though from Harry's
position he could only see the back of their heads. Ron, surprisingly enough,
was rolling around on the floor, clutching his stomach and howling with laughter.
Hermione was standing by a fireplace, where she had buried her face into
her hands and appeared to be crying. Harry felt himself move forward, where
he stopped to look at Lupin.
Lupin's face was not calm or relaxed as it usually was. His face had turned
an unusual shade of magenta and he was heatedly glaring over at Ron, his
eyes following Ron's every roll. Harry couldn't tell what was the difference,
but Lupin looked... slightly different...
Harry's attention turned to Sirius, who, surprisingly, seemed to be quite
pleased. He was smirking around the dining room as if he had just won the
Lottery ("a Muggle form of the Triwizard," as Hermione called it) and didn't
even seem to mind Ron. Sirius's eyes rested on Hermione.
Harry, too, looked at Hermione. She had removed her face from her hands and
was gazing guiltily at Harry, who saw that she hadn't been crying but appeared
to be too ashamed to look at him.
Harry sat in-between Sirius and Lupin, and they turned to look at him. Harry
saw that Sirius looked startlingly different as well, but when you're dreaming
you tend to be much more stupid than normal, so he couldn't put his finger
on what.
"You're not crying, Harry," said Sirius with a mischievous smirk playing
on the corners of his mouth.
"Crying?" asked Harry, taken aback. "Why would I be?"
"Well, you were sobbing all day," replied Sirius. As if changing the subject,
Sirius looked from Lupin to Ron. "That's the first time I've seen Remus look
like he wants to kill your friend, Harry."
Harry looked at Lupin, who indeed had a murderous look about him. "Why's
he want to kill Ron?" asked Harry, who turned to see that Sirius's face was
fading.
"What?" asked Sirius, his voice beginning to crackle like a badly tuned radio
station. "Don't you remember? Ron made Remus..."
Harry had woken up, where he cursed aloud. He was about to know why Lupin
was going to kill Ron, but suddenly glared at the snoring lump in the blankets
on the bed nearest his. He knew that he, too, would kill Ron if he didn't
stop shaking the house...
Harry remembered half expecting Sirius and Lupin to run into the room, wondering
what noise had made even the doxies in the curtains stop buzzing. Unfortunately,
they didn't. Harry would have loved to see Lupin's reaction when he found
out that the source of the noise was only Ron.
Harry's mind snapped back to his current state. He hadn't noticed that his
hand was on the doorknob that led to the dining room. He also forgot why
he was even out of bed at all. When he remembered, he opened the door slowly
and crept down the stairs, where his feet were greeted with the thump of
a hard floor. He looked around, only to see black. He snorted loudly before
walking (he didn't care that his feet were making an enormous amount of racket)
back up the stairs, closing the door with a loud creak, and trudging back
to his bedroom. He suddenly understood why it was called the House of Black.
He couldn't even see the umbrella holder that was made of something like
a troll's leg, which he tripped over.
The troll's leg fell over with a loud CRACK and began to roll down the hallway
(/bubump, bubump, bubump/) where it collided with a door, where it was
then met with an earsplitting screech.
A pair of moth-eaten curtains flew open, revealing an extremely life-like
woman who looked surprisingly like a hag. However, she was just a portrait
that was screaming so loudly that Harry had to dash up the stairs, jump into
his room, throw himself into his bed, pull the covers over his head, and
resist the urge to throw a book at Ron, who was still snoring peacefully
but ever so loudly.
Harry's eyes were shut tight when he heard Sirius scream a curse (not the
magic type) and was soon greeted by the sound of pairs of feet slamming against
the floor. Mrs. Black's screeching had soon halted, and he was almost positive
he was going to be interrogated. Harry quickly pulled off his glasses and
placed them on the bedside table just in the nick of time. Sirius and Lupin
burst into the room, a look of extreme agitation of their faces.
"Who did it? Hmm? Who was up?" growled Lupin, making Harry wonder if he had
transformed early.
Unfortunately, Harry was a dead giveaway. Ron was snoring and Harry was trying
to sleep; everyone knew quite well that nobody, not even the famous Harry
Potter, could sleep through the massive snorts and grunts that came from
the red-haired, freckle-faced, Ron Weasley.
"Harry," grumbled Sirius. "What were you doing?"
Harry's form slightly quivered, but otherwise gave no movement or sound.
He could only hope that they were stupid enough to think he was asleep.
"Harr-" Lupin was cut off by Ron's snore (Sirius jumped and ran to see to
Buckbeak, where he walked back, looking slightly embarrassed. After all,
it did sound like an animal roar).
"Listen, Harry, you-" Lupin began, but cursed loudly as Ron let out a sound
that sounded like a pig squeal.
Harry fought back the temptation to laugh, as Lupin probably would turn into
a werewolf and come after him first. However, he was more worried about Sirius,
who was creeping up to the bed.
Sirius grinned wickedly before poking Harry forcefully. He continued to do
so. When he got no response, he decided to take it a step further... "Harry,
hey Harry! Harrrrryyyy-HARRY-hey, Harry, Harrr-rrr-rrrr-yyyy, want me to
sing, Harry? I can sing well, Harry-really, I can-you'd think that somebody
was killing Crookshanks, honestly, I'm that good-want to hear? -All right,
ready? One-two-three-LAAAAA LAAAAAAA LAAA! LAAAA LAAAAAAAAAA LA!"
Harry fell from the bed and rolled around the floor in pain. He was clutching
his ears and screaming: "GACK! STOP! NO! MAKE IT STOP! ARGHHH!!! HELP
MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Much to everyone's annoyance, Ron had woken up and rolled over. He glared
at Harry. "Will you stop making so much noise? People are trying to sleep!"
With that said, he rolled back over and began his raucous snoring all over.
Sirius was smiling triumphantly at Harry, before realizing he had just insulted
himself. He frowned and slumped behind Lupin, where he began to sulk. Lupin
stepped towards Harry, who was still rolling around and screaming. ("MY EARS
ARE BLEEDING! BLOOD! BLEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEDING! CALL ST. MUNGO'S! I NEED HELP!
AHHHHHHHH!")
"Harry!" yelled Lupin, putting his foot on Harry's chest to prevent him from
rolling around any longer. "Really! Sirius sang by me, and I'm not dying-wait,
never mind, I'm just wearing earplugs--" Lupin popped two pastel pink earplugs
out of his ears, where he flung them behind him ("OUCH! PINK! IT BURNS! GYEEE!"
screamed Sirius when they hit him) He blinked at Sirius before turning
back to Harry.
"As I was-" /SNORE/. "Now, Harry--" /SNORE!/ "HARRY--"
/SNORE!!!/ "DAMMIT, SHUT UP!" screamed Lupin, pouncing on Ron and pulling
him to the floor. All that was heard was the occasional growl, snore, curse,
and yelp.
Sirius rushed to pull Lupin off Ron (who was sleep fighting) where he flung
him onto Harry's bed. Lupin was breathing heavily, mostly because of his
rage, and Ron was snoring 'insults' ("Come get... /snore/... me...
ya big-breasted... /snore/... baboon...") and sometimes pausing
to jab the air with his foot. Harry was now rolling on the floor again, not
in pain, but shrieking with laughter. Tears were rolling down his face as
he choked on his own laughter. Lupin was glaring murderously at Harry, who
didn't notice. However, Sirius did notice, and gripped Lupin's arm tightly.
"I've had enough! We'll find out tomorrow, when we don't have this one to
deal with," grunted Sirius, jerking his head towards Ron ("Fight...
/snore/... like the... /snore... twitch, grunt, pig
squeal/... people... /GYARRRRRRR!!!/... you are...")
who was twisting madly in his bed.
Lupin shot one angry look at Ron and Harry before storming out of the room,
closely followed by Sirius. Sirius closed the door behind him and heard him
mutter something before seeing a flash of light. Harry walked to the door
and found that Sirius had magically locked it. He pulled his trunk out from
under his bed, grabbed a random book, and flung it at Ron, who made a roar
so much like a magnified lion's that Harry cowered in fear.
The next morning, Harry tossed in his bed (Ron had sleep walked back to his own bed), discovering
that every position was uncomfortable. He opened his eyes and blinked; there
was a black shape laying on his legs, apparently looking at him. He reached
over and grabbed his glasses, and after firmly putting them on his face,
he saw a shaggy dog sitting on him. The dog, however, had suddenly become
Harry's godfather, who crawled off the bed.
"Don't go downstairs," warned Sirius, seeing that Harry had gotten up and
walked towards the door. "Remus's in a right mood. Didn't help when Ron said
he'd dreamt he'd fought his grandmother."
Harry blinked. He turned to Sirius before sitting down on his bed. "What's
Lupin doing?" he asked.
"Growling," replied Sirius blankly. "I had to run upstairs and lock myself
in here because he chased me."
Harry sniggered. "It's not funny!" insisted Sirius. "All I did was say that
he looked like an old lady, so I understood Ron!"
Harry fell off the bed laughing. Sirius squinted at him, apparently not finding
the humor in it at all. "You go down there! You'll be back up here in a minute,
I bet you ten galleons," sniffed Sirius.
Harry smirked before walking towards the door. Sirius said "/Alohamora/!" and
the door unlocked, and Harry nodded to him, apparently a sign that he took
his bet. He walked out the door and closed it behind him, suddenly losing
all his confidence.
Lupin was pacing the hallway in front of Harry. Suddenly, he caught sight
of him. He practically dashed up to him, a look of severe irritation on his
face.
"He's dead? You killed him, right?" asked Lupin hopefully. When Harry shook
his head, Lupin scowled and slumped back into the dining room.
Harry followed him and sat down at the table. Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Hermione,
and Moody were already sitting at the table. Ginny and Hermione were engaged
in a conversation, Mrs. Weasley was cooking, and Moody was reading the Daily
Prophet. Ron, however, was gazing at Lupin.
Lupin sat down at the end of the table, far away from Ron as possible. Ron,
however, didn't notice Lupin's horrible mood. Or, he did, but didn't notice
the danger of commenting on it.
"Do werewolves get PMS?" asked Ron innocently, gazing at Harry, who burst
into hysterical laughter.
Harry wasn't sure what happened next. There was a flash of light, a scream,
clunking of chairs, and he suddenly felt hot breath on his neck. He blinked
and saw that Lupin had gone after he, Harry, and not Ron. However, he was
soon corrected when he saw Ron's giant feet sticking up over the table, and
saw that Ron was lying unconscious on the floor.
Harry screamed and jumped up. It was extremely difficult, as Lupin was sitting
on him, but he was so panic-stricken he didn't notice. He scrambled to his
feet and felt Lupin's weight fall onto his legs, making him fall onto the
ground. Thinking of Sirius, he sped out of the dining room and into him bedroom
again, on his hands and knees. Harry looked up and saw Sirius grinning at
him.
"You owe me ten galleons,"
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Well, there's the first chapter. The others are weirder, believe me... Besides,
first chapters are supposed to be boring. [Remus plushie gnaws on my ankle]
Hope you liked it! Be nice and review! Heh...
Oh, yeah, thanks to PrOwLiNg-WoLf for pointing out the mistake I made with the beginning of the Sirius-betting-Harry scene... If you didn't write the story, it would've been confusing.