Sorry guys! I had this plot bunny for a Sirius/Remus fic that wouldn't go away and by the time I wrote it, nobody reviewed it! *bawls* Life is so cruel, isn't it? So if anyone likes Sirius/Remus slash then please read mine!
Anyway, thanks to all the reviewers, I love you all lots and I hope that you review again!
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WARNING: This fic has a very slashy joke I suggest that you scrawl down and find the real beginning.
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He kissed his lips, gently at first but then harder. A moan was hard to suppress; tongues battled as Remus ran his slim, long fingers through Sirius' hair.
"I love you so much," Sirius murmured into Remus' ear, then he nibbled it. Sirius tried to curl Remus' brown, velvety hair with his index finger and failed miserably. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" he purred into his ear.
Remus giggled and blushed. He pulled Sirius into a loving em—oops! Wrong fic, oh great! *Rolls eyes* Now I have to bump up the rating to a PG-13, damn it!
The real beginning
Just before Remus came downstairs, something… happened. First off, Mrs. Longbottom had the argument of the century that would have not only rivalled the one that Alice and Lily had, but would have beaten it… badly.
"You old cow!" shouted Alice, her eyes were full with fire and rage.
"I was only trying to help," replied Mrs. Longbottom calmly.
"Help?! You weren't trying to help!" argued Alice.
Mrs. Longbottom stormed out the room and started packing.
You see, Mrs. Longbottom was not happy with this arrangement, not at all.
In fact, she wanted to see her daughter-in-law, and used the baby as an excuse. Pipa was not the type to get very emotional about these things and hardly ever showed any passion or anything on her face that was heavily tattooed with make-up.
But as soon as Mrs. Longbottom opened her suitcase, she got a very… unexpected surprise. First off, there was her birth certificate right on top of her neatly packed clothes. She cringed and folded the certificate, (very neatly of course!) into her pocket. She turned around for a second and when she turned back round, she got a surprised and almost screamed. Rats were crawling out of her suitcase. Hundreds of them! They were so dirty; their brown and grey fur was very ruffled and probably had fleas practically jumping of it.
Some of them bared their yellow teeth at Mrs. Longbottom when they jumping onto her bed.
Mrs. Longbottom turned very pale and tried to scream but her mouth would not let her. Her throat was frozen with fear. She could not do anything, her wand was in that suitcase, (yes, a very silly thing to do, especially a Dark Lord running around but that's where she left it.) and Alice wasn't speaking to her, so what could she do?
She did another daft thing and looked closer at the suitcase where the rat's nest seemed to be. And one jumped onto her face! The dirtiest, greyest, most fleas infested one of them jumped on her spotlessly clean face. Its wormlike tail was tickling her nose but she dared not to laugh. Her body was stationary body stayed rigid until it crawled up to her hair. That's when she screamed, it fell down her face and its tail entered mouth. She spat it out screamed again.
Needless to say, that she would be washing her mouth for a very, very long time.
That's how Mrs. Longbottom left. Now Peter, he was a different story.
A small woman with brown curls came to the door. She was okay looking, her lips were a bit too big, and her face… and bum… and everything else for that matter. Except for height, of course, she was very, very small. "Darla!" exclaimed Peter when he opened the door to let her in, "what are you doing here?"
"I came to find you, silly," she replied. Her large eyes were full of glee.
"Oh, I'll get my coat and we'll be off," Peter said.
"Is it alright if Madeline comes with us?" Darla asked.
Peter stiffened a second and then smiled. "Of course, why would you ever ask?"
Darla did not reply and just smiled.
Peter got everything that he needed and they were off. Madeline was waiting, she was not smiling. "What took you so long?" Madeline whined.
"We didn't take that long," replied Peter.
When the three of them were half way down the path to get out of Lily and James' front garden, Darla heard a faint scream. "What was that? Did you anything?"
"I didn't hear anything," Peter lied.
"Lets' go," Madeline whined.
Peter waited until the sisters were quite a bit in front of him. He heard another scream and smirked. His work was done.
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What do you think? I know it's not very long but I've been busy!
Okay, here's a joke that (I think) my Dad made up. All you have to do is use your common sense to answer it. If you don't know then you'll kick yourself when I give you the answer.
Who wrote Schubert's unfinished symphony?
The answer is in the next chapter!
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