Chapter Septem: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix!

Harry watched as Sirius hovered for a moment above the curtain. Sirius himself looked down and frowned. "Well poop," he commented as he shot back through the black curtain.

For a moment Harry waited for him to come out the other side, but he never did. He had just vanished.

"Bu-bu-bu-buttttttt…" he stuttered, confused beyond anything since he had seen that circus clown riding a unicycle on his nose while knitting a baby blanket with his feet and having flowers grow out of his fingernails.

Then it hit him. Sirius was GONE!!! GONE AND DEAD!!

Harry flung himself down on his face. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he wailed while flailing his arms around. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! YOUU CAN'T DIEEE NOOOOW!!!" He continued to cry for another eighteen minutes in which everybody stayed far away from him.

After smacking his hands so much that they were pretty raw, he sat up discontentedly. Jeez, it wasn't like he hadn't been an angry enough teenager before that. This made it a WHOLE lot better.

Yet at that moment there was a gasp of shock from the few people still in the room.

Harry looked up and saw Sirius striking a pose in front of the creepy curtain. "Bu-bu-bu-buttttttt…" Harry stuttered again, now being even more confused than he was just a few minutes ago, which had been about equally confusing as the clown riding a unicycle on his nose while knitting a baby blanket with his feet and having flowers grow out of his fingernails.

"April Fools!" Sirius exclaimed in a very un-Sirius like way.

Harry frowned and felt like breaking something because he suddenly was very hormonally unbalanced. So he took the little glass ball thing he had been running around with and threw it on the ground.

"N—ah…" Lupin began, but then stopped as the ball shattered into thousands of tiny sparkling bits on the ground.

"DON'T YOU EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN SIRIUS OR I'LL—" he began and continued with a very long slew of vulgar cusses which caused everybody to gape at him. It also made it impossible for all of the Death Eaters to hear what the heck the magic swirlie nifty ball had said.

"Why do we always lose!?" one complained, stamping their foot before they went away dejectedly with the rest of the group to go to a quaint little internet café down the block.

"Holy crap Harry, get a grip. I was just joking!" Sirius said in a hurt voice.

Harry just made a sound of anger and marched away like the immature teenager that he was.

"Well man, what's eating him?" Sirius asked.

Everybody else shrugged.