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The Truth About Pregnant Women
It was quite some time until Sirius realised that Remus wasn't chasing him. By that time he had: ran round the garden twenty times; stolen a loaf of bread from the bakers'; changed into Padfoot and stalked an innocent pretty teenager who Sirius had only just found out was a boy; and he had fallen asleep in a dustbin, (you wouldn't want to know how he got in there!)
But being Padfoot wasn't all that bad; a real woman had come near him and patted and ruffled his fur senseless. If only she saw me in my human state, Sirius thought. He had a plan; he would run off and then come back in his human form. "Who's a good a doggy? Yes you are, yes you are," the woman said in her baby voice. He re ran off and went in a discreet area where nobody could see him and he changed into his normal self.
"Hello," he began as he walked up to the woman. She was quite pretty, she was a little short and had very light blonde hair, she was a little plump but she had a very kind and caring face, she wasn't as beautiful as… somebody else Sirius knew but she was still nice.
"Hello," she answered still in that still baby voice.
"I-I see you met my dog," Sirius began.
"Oh, yes!" she interrupted enthusiastically. "He's wonderful! He looks a bit like you… it is a he, right?"
"Oh, of course!" replied Sirius. How dare she even consider that Padfoot was female!
"Well… where's your dog?" she asked. Damn! Sirius forgot about that.
"He's with a friend," he lied.
"What is your friend's name?" she questioned.
"Err… Remus," Sirius lied again.
"Remus sounds like a nice name. What is he like?" this woman was obviously very nosey!
"Well, he likes to read, he's a bit studious, he's very likable, very fun to be with and…" Sirius cut himself off.
"And what?" she asked.
"Why do you want to know?" Sirius asked. "What's your name?"
The woman opened her mouth and closed it. "Well… I have never been so insulted in all me life! You appear in the streets and you're a complete stranger and you just walk up to me not knowing who I am and I try to be nice to you and try to get to know you and this is how you repay me?!"
"What? You mean asking you your name?" Sirius grinned, this woman was fun to watch when she was angry.
"How dare you!" she tried walking up to him and slapping him on the cheek but she wasn't tall enough. She glared at him. "I'll get you, Sirius Black!" and she stormed off.
That went a lot better than Sirius had hoped, the question remained was: how did she know his name?
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Remus had his mouth wide open, "Peter!" he managed to say.
"Hey!" greeted Peter and he smiled. "Where's James? I really need to talk to him."
"He's not here," Remus replied. "He had some work for the Order to do or so I have been told. Me and Sirius have been looking after Lily and Alice."
"Lily?" Peter managed to choke out in fear. "Does she still hate me?"
"No, she hates Sirius—don't worry about that cake accident—I have no idea why she doesn't like Sirius anymore," Remus answered.
"Who said it was an accident?" Peter muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Remus queried.
"What? Did I say something?" Peter asked.
"No, of course not, it's just me being silly," Remus assured. "Would you like to come inside or would you like to stand in the doorway all day."
"Oh, of course, I'd better stay for a little while, but I can't stay for long, I've got a date," Peter said proudly.
"Really?" Remus asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well… no, not really, but it's sort of a date, it's rather complicated," Peter explained as he entered the kitchen. "How Alice and Lily? I haven't seen Alice for a long time."
"Things are great… well, they are for nine month pregnant women," Remus answered. "There's the usual: cravings, back aches, leg aches, breathing exercises and…"
"Remus! Could you get another fan in my bedroom, it's boiling in here!" called Lily's voice.
"And that," Remus groaned. "Sirius Black is a bastard."
"But I thought you two had patched…" Remus interrupted Peter.
"No, no, no! It's not that! We sorted that out ages ago! Where have been?" Remus asked imitating Sirius's bark-like laugh.
Peter looked very afraid of Remus.
"Well… I'd better go get Lily her fan, you stay here until I get back," instructed Remus.
Peter sat down on a chair, which was in front of a white table. Peter rested his hands and elbows on the table and twiddled his thumbs.
"Are you Peter Pettigrew?" barked a bossy and impatient voice. It was Mrs Longbottom.
"Y-yes," Peter stammered. "Are you Alice's Mother-in-law?"
"Yes, unfortunately," she snapped.
"Why?" Peter asked. "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing's wrong with her, I just don't approve," Mrs Longbottom growled.
"What is there to disapprove of," Peter soon regretted his decision to even come to James's house.
"Come here," she ordered, Peter didn't move. "NOW!"
Peter soon got out of his seat and walked towards Mrs Longbottom. "W-what's this for?"
Mrs Longbottom inspected Peter with her scary grey eyes. Peter looked as though he was examining his soul. "As I expected," said Mrs Longbottom after the soul search.
"What?" Peter asked.
"Aren't we the nosey one?" Mrs Longbottom asked.
"But…" Peter started.
"Don't you but me! You're exactly as I expected you to be. You're just like your sister," barked Mrs Longbottom
"I'm nothing like my sister!" protested Peter.
"You are!" retorted Mrs Longbottom. "Come closer!"
Peter did as he was told and he gasped. A huge bucket full of water was above Mrs Longbottom's head. "Err, um, Mrs…"
"Don't speak!" ordered Mrs Longbottom.
"But…" Peter tried to explain.
"But nothing! Did your parents teach you any manners?" She asked. Then she smiled. "How is your sister, anyway?"
Peter was too amazed by Mrs Longbottom's change of mood to even speak.
"I SAID HOW IS YOUR SISTER!" shrieked Mrs Longbottom.
"Oh, fine, she just got a job in teaching, she's really cares about squibs who want to use magic but can't," replied Peter.
"You are very much like your sister. You can be a bit rude to start with but when once you are told of your mistakes you make up for them," Mrs Longbottom said.
Peter tried his luck. "Then you wouldn't mind me telling you that…"
"There's something I want to tell you, Peter," Mrs Longbottom interrupted. "Come closer, I want to whisper it in your ear."
"Why can't you just tell me?" Peter asked.
"The walls have ears," Peter gave her a very funny look but decided to play along.
While Mrs Longbottom was whispering gibberish is Peter's ear he had no idea that the bucket had finally tipped!
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