Marauders - The Musical!
Author's Note - Can you see it? Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, singing their little hearts out! Well, I imagined it, and wrote it! Enjoy! And review! This is totally review driven! Read AN at bottom for more!
Chapter Eight - Him again. Yes that helps doesn't it!
James's family home, Hastings, south coast, East (or was it West, I cant remember…) Sussex, England, UK, Europe, the world, the Universe, we think… or at least, that's what we've been told! We could all be the complicated structure of a very bored and rich person's mega doll house! And we've been magicked to come alive, and think for ourselves and build empires and things…
Thursday 21st June 1976
"I hate the summer." James grumbled, sitting on his bed, staring at the ceiling glumly. "No Lily. No Lily at all." James picked up a shell from his bed and threw it at the ceiling in anger.
"You've got us mate!" Sirius laughed, getting up from his chair and sitting down on the end of James's bed.
"You're hardly Lily are you?" James pulled a pillow from under his head and covered his face with it. "I think I love her!"
"You always think you love her."
"You don't understand." Remus glanced at Sirius, raising an eyebrow.
"I hope he does." Remus muttered, going back to his book.
"He does." Sirius replied, pointing to himself.
"Good!" Remus smiled, putting his book down a little bit so he and Sirius could meet eyes.
"Oh whatever… Wormtail will be back from the loo in a minute, owing to the fact he's figured out how to flush it - you better keep your animal tendencies down." James whispered, his tone bored and monotonous.
"You need somebody to love." Sirius said, standing up and looking thoughtfully out of James's bedroom window.
"Like I didn't know that already." The door clicked, and Peter came in looking flushed himself.
"Have fun did we?" Remus asked, peering over his book for a second.
"In a way…" Peter answered, twiddling his fingers and edging over to a stool by the fireplace opposite to James. James pulled the pillow off his head and looked at Peter sharply.
"You haven't flooded the damn bathroom have you? All you had to do was push down the silver lever!" James gasped, his eyes darting around the room in shock.
"No, no - calm down Prongs! I haven't flooded the bathroom. I just got my foot stuck in the cistern." James didn't bother asking why or how, he just covered his face with the pillow while Remus and Sirius exchanged furtive glances.
"Can anybody, find me, somebody to love?" James asked, sitting up and taking the pillow off and looking aimlessly around his bedroom. But before anyone could answer, he opened his mouth and emitted a familiar hum. "Each morning I get up I die a little. Can barely stand on my feet." He sung, still in his bored voice. He looked mournfully at the floorboards and placed his feet on them, and looked forlornly around the room.
"Not again. That boy is desperate…" Sirius said, folding his arms and lounging back in his chair ready for a performance. James turned to his mirror and shook his head austerely
"Take a look in the mirror and cry… Lord what you're doing to me? I have spent all my years in believing you! But I just can't get no relief, Lord!" He cried, refusing to look himself in the mirror. He turned to Sirius. "Somebody, somebody! Can anybody find me somebody to love?" He grasped Sirius's jumper and looked insanely into Sirius's eyes.
"James Potter was such a normal boy until his demise in the summer of nineteen-seventy-six." Remus said, his book thrown aside.
"I work hard,"
"He works hard!" Peter laughed, throwing his arms up in delight at James singing.
"Every day of my life." James sung, shaking his shoulders, his head bowed down uncharacteristically. "I work till I ache my bones! At the end, I take home my hard earned pay all on my own!" James waved his hands in madness and collapsed on to his knees. "I get down on my knees! And I start to pray!" He raised his hands p in a preying position looking towards the ceiling for a sign of Godly presence. "Till the tears run down from my eyes! LORD!"
"I need someone needs to see Madam Pomfrey about some mental and emotional issues." Sirius said, wisely, taking James's place on the bed.
"Lord - somebody - somebody! Can anybody find me - somebody to loooooove?" James's eyes darted from Peter, to Sirius, to Remus, then back to Sirius.
"He works hard!" Peter screamed again, standing on the stool.
"Everyday, I try and I try and I try! But everybody wants to put me down! They say I'm goin' crazy!"
"Well, he is… Good observation baby James!" Remus called, giving James the thumbs up.
"They say I got a lot of water in my brain! Got no common sense! I got nobody left to believe!" James's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked murderous. He ran into the hall, careful not to slip on the rug. Remus, Sirius and Peter followed obediently trotting behind him like puppies ought to, (and how rats do, right?)
"Mr Potter has finally lost it!" Peter cackled, rubbing his hands together maliciously.
"Oh lord! Somebody - somebody! Can anybody find me somebody to love?" James ran around the corner to the landing. "Got no feel, I got no rhythm-" He stopped singing suddenly, and tumbled down the stairs, Remus, Sirius and Peter couldn't help but laugh at their friends absurdity, but clamoured down the stairs after James nonetheless.
"You alright?" Sirius asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
"I just keep losing my beat! I'm ok, I'm alright." He sang, waving his arms about impatiently, and turning away from Sirius. "Ain't gonna face no defeat!" He reached out to the front door, and grabbed the bars on the windows. "I just gotta get out of this prison cell! Someday I'm gonna be free, lord!" James let go of the window bars and tumbled backwards on to Remus's feet.
"Need somebody to love?" Remus asked, as James tugged at his trousers.
"Can anybody find me, somebody, to loooooovvvvveee?" James crooned, in his highest voice, climbing up Remus's leg, then skipping down the hall into the sitting room.
James collapsed onto a nearby squishy chair and rubbed his temples. "It happened again, right?" The three teenagers nodded grimly. Remus however stepped forward and sat on the arm of the chair.
"Write to her. A real, heartfelt sincere letter. She might prefer that, err approach." Remus said, squeezing James's shoulder in concern.
"She hates me."
"That may be so. But make her get to know the real James Potter - Prongs."
"Love is a funny thing…"
"Tell me about it. Me and Sirius are going to do some gardening, that alright with you two?" Peter and James nodded. James of course knew what was going on with Remus and Sirius, Peter however, did not, and literally presumed they were gardening.
Author's Note - Well, it's a marvellous night for a moon dance… Don't you think? Well it is here in London… Clear inky black sky (maybe more with a bit of red pen scribbled over the black ink) , stars (well a few…) and the moon (yes that's perfect, but our dear Remus is scared of it…)
I'm sorry… So sorry for the severe lack of chapter! You're all probably very mad with me, right? And this chapter isn't even that long… But, but… I'm doing A-Levels (NEWTS) now, and they take up a lot of my, er time… yeah… Nothing to do with falling asleep straight after Sex and the City and the Peep Show… Nothing at all! Where's the car? Ok ok… you got me. I've been swooning and sleeping (in my bed, not around! don't give me that look!) and shock horror! I have work to do, well a bit… Art and Textiles mainly, we had to write a story in English last week but that wasn't exactly difficult… So yes THAT'S why it's taken me two months to update! Has it been two months? August wasn't it? August was an evil month. October is a good month. Isn't it Ciara? Yes. She knows why I'm happy. And so does Emily. (Say he is a reviewer… I'm now paranoid… Say my English teacher is a reviewer… If any of you are in my English/art/textiles class, just whisper "I can read you." to really freak the shit out of me… Yes Yes… ok shutting up all ready!
English really is the best lesson….*faints*
Er, anyway! Review please my darlings, I love you all! Tremendously! I might be dead if it wasn't for you! *mwah!*
Isn't autumn wonderful? Isn't Magenta from Rocky Horror wonderful? Yes we're agreed on things then. Onwards! To the next chapter! Goodness knows when that'll be up…Or what it'll be about…
Oh yeah, Queen again.. Yes, yes I know… But it was so fitting! It's a lot different to what I had originally written… But that version may pop up again when the lads return to Hogwarts!