(a/n- alright everyone i am back to hating school! i have like no time to work on my fics! but dont worry, fics are ALWAYS my first priority. of most things, though, i despise science class. mean teacher, stupid class, too much homework. same with social studies. i used to like that, you know! math has too much homework. english is good, though. and i hate stopping every 20 pages of the book im reading and writing down crap for the evil reading class. i am sorely missing the point of a completely excellent book!!!!!! and we also have to practice making like to-do lists. evilness!!!! the italian clucker does not make to-do lists!!! well yea that was me ranting. please review and i hope ye like!!!!)

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Not Much of a Life: The Marauders Meet

Sirius sat on his bedroom floor, curled up and shaking uncontrollably. He kept thinking about last night, when his parents came home drunk.

He, Sirius, had been sitting on the living room couch, taking advantage of his parents' absence by reading in a place other than his room. He had been so engulfed in the story that he failed to hear them come in the door.

He was interrupted by his mother screaming, "What the hell do you think you're doing, boy?!"

Sirius gulped; He knew what was coming. They had told him what would happen if he was caught out of his room. Or reading, for that matter. He was in deep trouble, and he definately couldn't get out now.

Mrs. Black went to the other side of the couch and pushed it on top of Sirius. His torso was sticking out but he was trapped.

"God this thing is heavy," he thought humorlessly.

"Now you'll learn your lesson for being a blood traitor," she said dangerously. She reached for the fireplace tools and grabbed the.....ash shovel?

"Ash shovel?" Sirius thought, "I would have guessed the poker."

His mother lit the fireplace and stuck the ash shovel in until it was white with heat. She walked slowly-and of course not in a straight line-over to Sirius.

"What the hell?" he screamed, knowing what was coming anyway.

Mrs. Black, in her drunken state, dropped the ash shovel on her son's arm.

Sirius screamed louder than he had ever screamed in his life. This was almost as bad as the Cruciatus Curse. No-it was worse. He couldn't think about anything right now. Nothing but the pain. It was the only thing that mattered.

His mother giggled. "I hope this gets you ready for school on Monday, little Siri. Got your letter today. Can't believe you actually got in. For your own sake, boy, get into Slytherin."

"Get it off!" Sirius screamed. "Please get it off!"

Mr. Black, though hesitantly, removed the shovel from his son's arm. Sirius gasped for breath and sobbed at the same time.

"Was that too hot for you, Siri?" his mother taunted. "Has our little Siri had enough?"

Sirius only kept on sobbing and gasping. His mother pulled him out from under the couch and threw him into his room.

Now here he was, the next day, still sitting on the floor, transfixed with horror and a horrible burning on his arm.

James Potter was sitting in his bedroom, packing for Hogwarts the next day. He was so excited and hoped he would get into Gryffindor.

"James!" his mother called. "Please come down here! Your father has a surprise for you!"

James ran down the stairs excitedly. When he reached the bottom, his father was holding a long silvery cloak.

"Wow! An invisibility cloak! Thanks Dad!" James said, giving his parents hugs.

"Your dad figured it would make your school year more...enjoyable," his mother said with a grin on her face.

"I'll go pack that right now!" said James eagerly, grabbing the cloak from his parents and dashing up the stairs.

"Remus!" Mrs. Lupin said to her son, a smile growing on her face. "Look what came in the mail! Your going!"

Remus Lupin ran into the kitchen, where his mother was holding an envelope addressed to him. "I'm g-going?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yup," she replied. "Dumbledore said that as long as we take the necessary precautions, there's no reason you can't come to school."

Remus beamed. This is the only thing he had ever wanted. He couldn't believe they would actually let a werewolf come to school!

(a/n- yay remmie! poor siri! awwww.... anyway i hope you liked it! i still despise school. i almost got a detention today cause i was like 10 seconds late to music. ::scowls:: well then again the music teacher is insane. well i still hate it. and if anyone knows how to interpret dreams, a few nights ago, Remus kept calling me in my dream. and he sounds like my dad on the phone. weird, eh? so if anyone knows what that might mean, please let me know. thanks! please dont forget to review!)