DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters that sound familiar, if they don't then it's probably my own. Even though J.K. is unworthy of getting any credit because she must have thought it was funny making about 2/3 of the people who read HP to boycott her after Killing Sirius! You get the point . . . And Weird Al owns the Grapefruit diet – I just revised it to fit this situation

Chapter 1: GRAPEFRUIT DIET, DIET!!!!!

It was going to be a long summer for Harry Potter, who was, once again, stuck in number 4 Privet Drive. It was even worse now that he couldn't talk to his favorite, well only, Godfather. All he could do was hope that Lupin and Mad-eye and Tonks and everyone else would come back to visit like they promised that they would. Even after their threat, the Dursleys forbid him to do anything fun, as if it were a crime. Harry was thinking of sending an owl to Lupin, mostly to have company, but he felt that they were probably busy with the Order and that this would seem like a nuisance to bug them because he was lonely. Besides, he thought, they'd probably remind me too much of Sirius.

After a while of moping about how much of his fault it was that Sirius wasn't here, he decided to get a bite to eat and head to bed. As he got downstairs, he noticed that the only thing to eat was the enormous bowl of pudding that Dudley had in his oversized hands that were probably about the size of Harry's head at this point. Harry, in hopes of getting a good laugh started singing;

"Who's that waddling down the street?
It's Dudley cause he loves to eat.

Fudge and Twinkies and deviled ham
He's my cousin, oh yeah damn!"

"Strawp it" yelled Dudley with a mouthful of pudding. Harry, however, continued, louder.

"Every picture of Him's
Got to be an aerial view
now my doctor tells him

There's just one thing left to do

Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Throw out the pizza and beer
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Oh, get those jelly donuts out of here
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
Might seem a little severe
Grapefruit Diet (Diet!)
I'm getting' tired of his big fat rear"

"I'M SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!!" Dudley warned. Harry suddenly felt really depressed all over again.

"OOOO!!" Dudley Swooned "touched a little nerve did I? La la la la SERIOUS la la la la SERIOUS . . ." But Harry left back to his room forgetting how hungry he was, feeling miserable and empty all over again. All of a sudden he felt exhausted . . . his bed was only a little further . . .

He was walking in what looked like Hogsmade, no it couldn't be, he wasn't anywhere near Hogwarts, but wait YES he was in Hogsmade, making his way towards the Shrieking Shack! It couldn't be another one of Voldemorts visions, I haven't had them in weeks, he thought. And Dumbledore said that I'd be safe at the Dursleys. No it's not, he's trying to trick me again.

"Remus" He called "Remus, I know you're here, it's a full moon, you have to be here" Then a werewolf popped his head out of one of the boarded windows of the Shrieking Shack. It started advancing as if it were about to attack Harry, rather the body he was in. As he looked down, he noticed he wasn't in a human body, but in a dog's body.

"It's ok" Harry cooed to it. That must surely be Lupin, he thought, "I'm back, I was only gone for a little bit. You didn't have to tell Harry that I was gone forever." It was then that Harry realized that he wasn't in his own body, but he couldn't. No it wasn't possible. Sirius couldn't really be here, he Harry, had seen it happen. No surely he was dreaming. Unless Voldemort was trying to trick him again, but that wouldn't make any sense. Why would he trick Harry into the Shrieking Shack? There couldn't be anything there, and, if there were, he would never be able to get to it anyways. It wasn't until just then that Harry realized that he had just fallen over the edge of the hill the Shrieking Shack was on. Down he tumbled, he was loosing control, he couldn't stop rolling down what seemed an endless hill . . .

"BOY!!!!!!!" A loud screech that woke Harry immediately echoed the whole house. He figured Aunt Petunia was probably calling him down to clean the kitchen for the umpteenth time this summer. But, again, he was wrong. "BOY!!!! YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW AND EXPLAIN THIS BIT OF HOCUS POCUS YOU'RE TRYING TO DO NOW TO GIVE POOR DIDDY DUMS A HEART ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Harry, no idea what she was talking about, reluctantly went down to see what happened.

A/N: I know it's kind of short, but it's only my first real fic, and I didn't want to give away any good parts. Please review, cuz I won't write more if I don't think people are reading it.