Chapter 5 I'm Ridiculously Combustible

Nothing is mine, except possibly the characters that I have created, which do NOT include Sirius, Dorothy, or any other Harry Potter characters.

As the assortment of disgruntled creatures continued--- "we're not disgruntled!" "Shut up Dorothy what have I told you about interrupting the author when she's telling a story???" Now, back to the story. As I was saying before someone so rudely cut me off *cough cough Dorothy* as the four of them continued along the puce vinyl path, they came upon a cloud of dense smoke.

Then suddenly, a figure came running and screaming out of the bushes. He was on fire. "STOP DROP AND ROLL!" Stuff yelled at the creature from the bushes. It dropped to the ground and Toto II raised his leg and put the fire out.

"Oh thank you!" the thing said gratefully, "this always happens. I'm Ridiculously Combustible by the way, but you can call me Flammable. Are you going to see the guy at the place?"

Sirius thought Flammable's name suited him. His head was made of what looked like crumpled paper stuffed in a sock. His eyes were made of ping pong balls (very very flammable are those. Don't ask me how I know…) his body was made out of a cardboard box with wooden limbs. Worst of all was Flammable's fingers were made out of what looked like dynamite.

"You guy's don't smoke do you?" Flammable asked them, "I want to go to see the guy at the place to see if he can make me flame retardant. Can I go with you guys?"

"Yeah sure let's just go, it's getting dark." Sirius said noticing that the sun was beginning to set. Sirius was starting to be impatient again. All he wanted was to go home, not that there was much there, but if Voldemort turned up at the Department of Mysteries, which he was liable to do, Fudge would see that Dumbledore was telling the truth and he might have a chance of being free. Right now he just wanted to be anywhere that didn't have a rock with no attention span, a girl who was being obnoxious (author- I couldn't agree more Sirius…) and flirting with him, a big pair of lips with braces that kept getting caught on things and Flammable, who was almost certain to be a liability.

When it had become too dark to see anything they decided to set up camp. Stuff had gotten a fire going by using himself as a flint and everyone was sitting around it cooking the hot dogs that Dorothy had had in her basket. (Flammable was hiding in the tent, too afraid to come out for obvious reasons)

"So what's at home that you want to get back to so bad?" Dorothy asked Sirius, moving closer to him, "I mean this place isn't so bad."

"Not much" Sirius replied

"So why do you want to go?" Dorothy pressed on

"Oh, it's a long story--"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!!!!" Stuff screamed and ran into the tent to join Flammable.

"Well I want to hear it" Tingrin said quietly.

"Well, I guess it started about sixteen years ago, with my best friends James and Lily…"Sirius started, staring into the fire, "they were in big danger of being killed by Voldemort and…"

"So you see, its all my fault all this has happened," Sirius finished.

"It is not," Tingrin said, shocked, "you've got to stop blaming yourself for something you had no control over and start using your energy to help the people you care about and who care about you. Keeping yourself shut up in your room away from everyone else isn't helping Harry at all and he needs it most right now." and with that Tingrin got up and went into the tent. A few minutes later Dorothy left. As Sirius sat alone with the campfire he realised that Tingrin was right.

A/N thanks to all of you who reviewed, especially to Ronandchicken who reviewed twice. Keep reading and reviewing, and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. Maybe writing this will keep the plot bunnies in my head from eating any more of the stuff (not that Stuff…) that I'm trying to memorize for my exams. If it doesn't, expect another chapter soon.

"I LOVE SIRIUS!!!!"

Dorothy will you SHUT UP!!!

"Sorry"

That's okay, but keep your comments to yourself from now on, I don't mind you expressing yourself but not in the middle of the story. You can do it at the end. And try not to kill this Toto!