Well, heres the next chappy folks...

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or West side story (Gee officer krupke). I dont own the Potions Professor, Prof. Grunkey either. He belongs to my friend Amy from Neopets and his name fit with the song so I asked if I could use him ^.^ enjoy! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Mr. Black, Mr. Potter, This is the last time I'll tell you both. Stop acting like fools and start acting your age! And start treating those slytherins some respect, eh? Crummy Juvinial Delinquents....." Grunkey left the room.

"Oh please..." Sirius said rolling his eyes.

"Oh common guys, you heard what He said....I cant afford to get into more trouble, I'l lose my prefect badge." Remus said.

"Aww, Poor Prefect Moony." James laughed poking Remus' badge.

"Well, we gotta get back at those slytherins for what happened at the ball." Sirius said slyly.

"But Grumke said—"Peter said wearily.

"Yea yea....well, you know these teachers...they believe everything they hear on the streets about us JDs. SO that's what we give 'em!" Sirius laughs.

James sniggered then rolled up a copy of The Daily Profit. "Hey you!" he pointed it at Sirius and acted like Grumkey.

Sirius smirked "Who Me, Professor?"

"Yea you! Gimme one good reason for not givin you detention, you punk!" He hit Sirius on the head with the paper.

Sirius: (sings)

Dear kindly Mister Grumkey

Ya gotta understand--

It's just our bringin' upke

That gets us outta hand.

Our mothers all are junkies,

Our fathers all are drunks.

Golly Merlin-- natcherly we're punks.

ALL:

Gee, Mister Grumkey, we're very upset;

We never had the love that every

Child oughta get.

We ain't no delinquents,

We're misunderstood.

Deep down inside us there is good!

Sirius:

There is good!

ALL:

There is good, there is good,

There is untapped good.

Like inside, the worse of us is good.

James: (imitating Grunkey)

That's a touchin' good story.

Sirius:

Lemme tell it to the world!

James: (imitating Krupke)

Just tell it to the Ministrey.

Sirius: (**to Remus)

Dear Minister , your Honor,

My parents treat me like a git

With all theirfirewhiskey,

They won't give me a sip.

They didn't wanna have me,

But somehow I was had.

Leapin' lizards --that's what I'm so bad!

Remus: (imitating the minister)

Right!

Proffesor Grumkey, you're really a square;

This boy don't need a judge, he

Needs a analysis's care!

It's just his neurosis that oughta be curbed--

He's psychologically disturbed.

Sirius:

I'm disturbed!

ALL:

We're disturbed, we're disturbed,

We're the most disturbed,

Like we're psychologically disturbed.

Remus: (still acting part of Minister)(spoken)

Hear ye, Hear ye! In the opinion

Of this court, this child is

Depraved on account he ain't had a normal home.

Sirius: (spoken)

Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!

Remus: (as Minister - spoken)

So take him to a headshrinker.

Sirius: (to Peter)(sings)

My Daddy hexes my Mommy,

My Mommy curses me,

My Grandpa is a Commie,

My Grandma pushes tea.

My sister wears a mustache,

My brother wears a dress.

Goodness Gracious, that's why I'm a mess!

Peter: (as psychiatrist)

Yes!

Mister Grumke, he shouldn't be here.

This boy don't need a couch, he needs

A useful career.

Society's played him a terrible trick,

And sociologically he's sick!

Sirius:

I am sick!

ALL :

We are sick, we are sick,

We are sick sick sick

Like we're sociologically sick!

Peter: (speaks as psychiatrist)

In my opinion, this child does not need

To have his head shrunk at all.

Juvenile delinquency is purely a

Social disease.

Sirius: (spoken)

Hey, I got a social disease! **is hit on head with news paper**

Peter: (spoken as psychiatrist)

So take him to a social worker!

Sirius: (to Remus)(sings)

Dear kindly social worker,

They tell me get a job,

Like be a Butterbeer-jerker,

Which means like be a slob.

It's not I'm anti-social,

I'm only anti-work.

Glory osky, that's why I'm a jerk!

Remus: (as social worker)

Eek!

Mister Grumkey, you've done it again.

This boy don't need a job, he needs a

Year in Azkaban.

It ain't just a question of misunderstood;

Deep down inside him, he's no good!

Sirius:

I'm no good!

ALL:

We're no good, we're no good,

We're no earthly good,

Like the best of us is no damn good!

Remus:

The trouble is he's lazy. **hits Sirius with newspaper**

James:

The trouble is he drinks **Hits Sirius**

Peter:

The trouble is he's crazy. **hits Sirius**

Remus:

The trouble is he stinks,

James:

The trouble is he's growing.

Peter:

The trouble is he's grown!

ALL

Grumkey, we got troubles of our own!

Gee, Proffesor Grumkey,

We're down on our knees.

Sirius: 'Cause no one wants a fella with

A social disease.

All:

Gee, Mister Grumkey,

What are we to do?

Gee, Mister Grumkey--

Grump you!

They went back up to the common room, each holding a detention slip.

A/N: I luv West side story ^_^