Disclaimer: JKR owns everyone, and always will, forever and ever until the day the sun burns out...oh, and whoever composed Phantom of the Opera owns that song...

A/n: Here's the band fic that I really didn't ever intend to write...oh well. This is an intro, don't worry, the sugar won't wear off for a while. And don't say anything about them most likely not knowing about Phantom of the Opera, I'm very much aware.

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"Think of meee..."

Remus and James looked up from the activity of the Marauder's Map, and put on their "When, where, and who gave you the sugar, Sirius?" expressions.

"Think of me foo-ondly, when we've said good-bye..."

A content mumbled came from the snoozing Wormtail, huddled into a small ball in the chair next to Sirius'.

"Remember mee, every so oo-often..."

Sirius, sprawled out on the velvet couch, belted out off-key notes, a drunken look over his pleasurable face.

"Promise mee you'll tryy..."

James glanced at Remus, and nodded. "Mischief Managed." he said softly, tapping the map with his wand. Remus came over to Sirius on his knees, and waved a hand in front of his face.

"On that daaay, that noot so distance daaay..."

James pocketed the map, and leaned over Sirius, tying a stern gaze with his.

"Definitely out of it. Check his pockets."

"Good idea. Let's turn him over." Remus lifted himself up, taking hold of one of Sirius' arms.

"When you are faraway and freee..."

James took hold of the other arm, and started to lift him, along with Remus.

"If you ever fiind a momeent..."

Sirius hung loosely in their arms, his tone a little groggy now. The other two shuffled onto an open space of carpet, and dropped Sirius carelessly on it.

"SPARE a thought for mee..."

"You check the left one, I'll check the right." Remus directed, digging his hand into the pocket of Sirius' pants. James did the same with the other pocket, a mesmerized wave coming over his face.

"I think he carried the whole bloody Honeyduke's cellar in here!"

"Looks like he used this one for Fizzing Whizzbes and Drooble's..."

"And though it's cleear!"

The two took their hands out, Remus shaking his head somberly.

"Poor chum. Didn't know what he got himself into." sighed James.

"Though it was ALWAYS cleear!"

"What do you think we should do with him?" Remus sat back, and watched his high friend.

"I dunno, this kind of thing can last all night. We could be listening to the full opera."

"No, not him! Wormtail." Remus jerked his head to the serene Peter, a small smile curved on his face.

"Oh, well...just leave him, he seems to be enjoying himself." James waved him off.

"That this was never meant to bee..."

"And we could just put a silencing charm on Sirius..."

"No, that gives him even stranger side effects. Remember what he wrote on the bathroom stalls?"

"Oh, yes, silencing does seem to...overwhelm him. I guess we'll just have to..."

"NO."

"We'll muffle him with pillows!"

"Moony, Sirius will never be silenced."

"Oh, you're right. I guess we'll just have to live with it."

"If you happen to remembeeer..."

Remus and James groaned together, took Sirius by the arms again, and dragged him up the stairs to their dormitory.

"Stop and think of meeeeeee..."

Remus snickered, and looked away from Sirius.

"What?" James narrowed his eyes menacingly at the werewolf.

"Did you hear him hit that soprano?"

"Yes, yes I did, and I don't want to hear it again..." James smirked, and tilted his head so his glasses would straighten.

"Think of Auguust..."

Remus kicked open the door, and helped lift Sirius onto his bed.

"When the the trees were greeeen..."

"Okay, Wormtail is sacrificing his pillows for the night." James pulled down a great number of fluffy pillows from the bunk, and threw them on top of Sirius.

"How many pillows does the guy need?" Remus teased, flipping back the sheets on his bed.

"Well, you know, I forced him to the top bunk, and he's afraid of heights."

"True."

"Don't the think about the way thiiings might have beeen..."

Sirius was a bit more muffled now, but still just as immensely irritating.

James gave a moan before taking his shirt off.

"Why should I even try and go to bed?"

"He'll have to drown out soon enough."

James arched and eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe not." Remus shrugged, and slid into bed, after pulling in Sirius' bed hangings.

"Think of meee...think of me walkiiing..."

"Ignore it, ignore it..." James took off his glasses, gave his hair a final ruffle, and climbed into the bed to the left of Remus, pulling the hangings also. Sirius was at Remus' right.

Probably by everyone else's instinct had he gotten a whole bunk to himself.

"Silent and resiiigned. Imagine mee, trying to haard, to put you from my miiiiiind..."

Remus flicked his wand, and the candles went out, leaving wisps of smoke trailing from the wick.

He finally pulled his scarlet hangings, complete seriousness over his face.

"Think of meeee, please say you'll thiiink of meee, whatever else you choose to doooo..."

"Don't...listen...to...oh, it's so horrible..."

"There will never beee, a daaay when I won't thiink of yooou."

Remus pushed his index fingers against his temples, trying to shut out the horrible noise. James started to bang his head against his pillow, giving up life.

Sirius took a dramatic gasp, and continued on in a lower voice.

"Can it be? Can it be Christine? Long agooo, it seems so long agoo how young and innocent we weeere. She may not remember meee, but I remember heer..."

He switched back to a higher voice.

"Flowers faaade, the fruits of summer faade. They have their season, so do weee..."

"Yes, and your season should be locked in a room surrounded with foam walls."

"But please promise me that sometiimes, you wiiill thiiink..."

Suddenly, there was silence. Sirius had stopped the song. Two sighs of relief were heard from Remus and James as they gloated in the silence.

Three minutes. Three precious minutes is what they got.

"Aaaah-ah-ah-ah-aaaah, aaah-ah-ah-ah-aaaah, oh-ah-oh-ah-oh-ah-oooohh-aaah-oooh...aaaaah-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHF MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"HOLY...!" James shot upright, scared, and annoyed as heck. "SIRIUS!"

No muffled reply. True silence. True, true silence.

Well, except for Remus, who was laughing...quite hysterically.

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A/n: I know, I cut yah off kinda short here. Don't worry, I'm starting the next chapter as soon as I post this.