DISCLAIMER- Yo, what's up… I own no one, 'cept the Muses, who rock all socks off.
The camera zooms onto a picture of a calm house. As it pans by, we can see 'Potter' on the mailbox, and three baby blue balloons tied onto it.
It continues to zoom onto the glass door, then goesthrough it for a view of a crowd of people standing around, talking. You can tell these people are a little strange because some are wearing robes. The so-called host and hostess were standing before a crib that was now empty because there was a baby being cradled by the hostess above it.
"Little Harry," she said, giggling and bouncing him. Harry, the baby, giggled and grinned up at his mother. She kissed him on the nose, then placed him back in the crib. The father came by and peered into the crib, wrapping an arm around the hostess.
"Look at how cute he is," he said. She nodded, then they both looked up as a man with medium-length black hair ran through the crowd. He was stumbling. He barged through two girls, then held four Firewhisky bottles, two in each hand, high above his head.
"Firewicky!" he yelled. He was swaying on the spot and was visibly drunk.
"Wow," the hostess said. The host raised his eyebrow at the drunk.
"'m not drunk," the drunk said.
"Yes you are, Sirius," the hostess said.
"Lily, he has simply saved us money by coming predrunk. That's a good thing," the host said. Lily looked slightly disapproving as Sirius handed her a bottle.
"James, I don't think…" Lily said.
"It's alright, Lily. It's Harry's first birthday!" James said. Lily squealed as Sirius attempted to pour Firewhisky into a formula bottle. She tore the bottle from Sirius.
James was soon enjoying himself, though Lily, still mad that Sirius would do such a thing as feed a baby whisky, stayed by his crib. She saw that Harry was fiddling with James' wand.
"James, what-?" Lily began, turning to see James, who was currently singing a bad rendition of 'Happy Birthday' with Sirius and wasn't noticing her. She sighed and turned back to the crib as red sparks reduced Harry's bear to being fur-less. "Harry!" she yelled, then pulled the wand away. James snapped out of his stupor and looked at his son. Lily gave him a reproachful look, then picked up Harry from his crib.
"Alright, alright," James said, then muttered to Sirius. "Women." He stood on the couch and raised an arm above his head and called to the crowd. "On behalf of my son, I'd like to thank you all for your wonderful gifts."
Sirius cleared his throat loudly and pointed to himself.
"Firewhisky doesn't count, Sirius," Lily said loudly from the kitchen. He gasped, as though this offended him.
"What about my services as godfather?"
"If it was up to me, you wouldn't be Harry's godfather!"
"I'm only trying to introduce him to the finer things in life!"
James sighed. These Sirius-Lily rows were quite common.
"People!" James shouted and Lily and Sirius stopped. Lily scoffed and cooed at Harry from the next room. James jumped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Lily handed Harry to him and turned to the fridge to make formula. "He's so tiny…" James said, looking at his son. At this sentence, a man came into the kitchen, followed by Sirius. The man had short brown hair flecked with grey.
"Hello, Remus," Lily said, totally ignoring Sirius. Remus rolled his eyes and asked James,
"Lily-Sirius row?"
"Of course," James said. Lily scoffed and handed James a formula bottle. He took him out to the main room and put Harry in his crib with his bottle. "My boy," he said, grinning proudly. "My little Harry."
After this 'Aww' moment, the door was timidly opened. Sirius bounded out of the kitchen and ran to the door.
"Pea-tear!" he yelled, then the crowd parted as a timid man was led, by Sirius, to the crib. James looked up from Harry and toward the two. Peter waved sheepishly at James, then was shoved forward by Sirius.
"Hallo, James."
"How's it going, Wormtail?" James asked, grinning. He grinned sheepishly.
Out of the crowd, two piercing eyes set in a wizened face watched Peter.
"Give Harry your present, Peter," Sirius said, clapping him on the back. Peter stumbled forward, then gave James a small box. He unwrapped it as Lily and Remus came into view of Harry's crib.
"A pacifier! Oh boy, Peter, this is the best present ever!" James said, holding up the gift.
"Um… it's Harry's," Peter said.
"Er… I knew that," James said, then gave it to Harry. He took it into his mouth and fell asleep almost instantly. James grinned at him for a moment, then looked up and saw that Peter was turning to leave.
"Why going so soon?" Sirius asked. Peter turned, looking really nervous.
"I have some things to do… I'm really busy… I'm sorry, James, but I have to go, I'll… see you guys later." With that, he turned and walked away as the camera zoomed out. The five muses were positioned around the frame, Michelle sitting over it.
"Someone should have stopped Peter..." Melody said.
"But really, no one gave a crap, not even Dumbledore," Melissa said, gesturing toward the frame. "Did you see him lookin' at him?"
"But Peter left because he had a meeting with You-Know-Who… his Dark Lord… etcetera, etcetera," Michelle said, shifting over to another frame, Maria and Melanie scooting with her. "And you don't wanna mess with him…"
"Cuz he had a plan and darned if he was gonna lose it!" Maria said, swiping at the air. The camera zoomed in on a dark forest and an unhooded, extremely pale man, standing in the middle of a circle of hooded people, talking.
"He rallied Death Eaters," Melanie sang.
But thought they all were dumber than dirt,
He was as mean as he was heartless,
And that's the gospel truth.
He had a plan to shake things up,
And that's the Gospel truuuth!" Melanie said as the pale man in the picture looked up at another man, masked and hooded, appeared.