Chaptaire 4; "OMFG."

Sirius Black yawned and stretched in a catlike display of agility. Getting up to go to the loo, he was surprised to feel the absence of his normal backache. After he'd been out of Azkaban, it had become a regular annoyance. Walking as cheerfully as a man in a zombie-like state could, he reached the toilet in record time. But when he reached down to relieve himself….

It wasn't his hands.

Nor his toilet.

And definitely not his….

A scream ripped through his throat as realization dawned.

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The sound of a horrified scream rushed the now very alert Remus Lupin out of dreamland. He cringed in anticipation of having sat up so quickly, ready for his muscles to pay revenge upon his nervous system. When none came, he slowly opened his eyes, at least expecting a large amount of blood to be rushed to his head. When he looked up, the werewolf jumped as he realized there was another person in the room.

Upon closer inspection, he realized who it was.

And that the face looking back at him was his own.

Unconsciously, Remus repeated the very action that had awoken him.

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The sound of a man screaming bloody murder woke up the entire castle, except of course those who resided in the dungeons. Especially those who had silencing charms on their quarters.

Severus Snape was in another fitful sleep, jerking from one side of the bed to the other as the horrors of his past finally caught up to him when he was most vulnerable. Waking up from a particularly painful Death Eater meeting, he realized he was drenched in sweat.

Reaching up to pull his hair away from his face, he froze. The feel of the hair beneath his fingertips was not greasy from hours of potion brewing. In fact, the cut and consistency seemed altered as well.

Growling dangerously, Snape began cursing fluently and imaginatively about any one who dared to play another prank on him again. Especially on his hair.

As he got up, he caught view of his body, and the thoughts of pranks flew out the other side of his head. Flashbacks took over as he began to register what was happening. His screams of fury were added to the cacophony of sound already resonating around the castle.

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Harry Potter came rushing down the hallway, ready to save his favorite werewolf from a fate worse than death. As per usual, he had two 'kicks at his side, ready to defend him if things got too out of control. Reduced to slo-mo, they fearlessly zoomed past gaping portraits as horrible techno music was left in their wake. The bushy-haired girl and a sleep deprived red head were right behind their best friend, more than ready to burst into the room if anything was wrong, but both had their misgivings. After all, they weren't exactly sure as to – ah – what kind of screams they were.

They had finally reached the door, and began banging on it to stop the horrible noises coming from within.

"Remus! Are you all right? What's going on?"

"Professor Lupin! Please, open up!"

"Woohoo, Professor! I need some sleep and your waking the whole bloody castle!"

The door opened abruptly, catching the trio off guard and dropping them onto the floor. A hand reached out and closed the door.

"Remus, what the hell is –"

He stopped and stared blatantly at the sight that met his eyes. The other two had drawn their wands and pointed it at the boy that was standing in their teacher's living room. Trying hard not to stare at his naked body, they couldn't seem to keep their eyes off of him.

"Pro- Professor Snape?"

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Draco Malfoy was not one to be disturbed on a Saturday morning, but today was slightly different. Last night was not the usual Friday of too loud music, hallucinogens, and a couple quick of lays to go with his absinthe. No, last night was at a meeting, and he hadn't been able to get more than a wink of sleep after he came in with the rest of his group at the devil's hour. After tossing and turning in the cotton sheets – so rough compared to the silk he had at home – he decided to take a stroll through the dungeons to ease his mind.

Arrogantly plowing through the shadows that he loved so much, he passed room upon abandoned room. Allowing his eyes to stray into the dusk, he couldn't help being intrigued by the objects he passed; medieval torture devices, an enormous gilded mirror, trophies and portraits from the time of the founders…

He stopped abruptly when he looked into the next room. Sneering to hide his discomfort, he steadily made his way towards the tiny stained glass window. Peaking inside, he caught a fragment of light swirling in an abyss of darkness, colours blending perfectly together until there was only one, a light roaring sound like the ocean, all caught up into a feeling of….

Of what? He scoffed at this ridiculous space, but he couldn't help himself from being attracted to the room. It was too much, too overwhelming. Unconsciously, he reached for the delicate doorknob, but was shaken out of his reverie by a thundering scream.

Startled, he followed the direction of the sound. Not because he cared of course, but because it was close by. After all, it was always amusing when someone came upon something unpleasant.

The Slytherin peered around the corner and saw a huge arch leading to a mahogany door. His Godfather's rooms. Before he could debate whether or not he should knock, a figure came out wearing a full black robe, much to big for his body. The strange creature looked around nervously, and almost ran towards the direction of the Great Hall.

Draco sat stunned. He had caught a sight of the boy's face and was not sure what to make of it. Polyjuice? An experiment for the Dark Lord? No, Sev had hated the man too much. Perhaps it was only his imagination, a product of too many Sleep Be-Gone potions. After all, what would a teenaged Sirius Black be doing wandering about the dungeons?

Deep in thought, Draco Malfoy found himself back in the empty common room throwing floo powder into the grate. He wondered if his father would believe him or not.

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Deep in the Department of Mysteries, sat a black veil, untouched by time despite its incredible age. The downfall of many a great wizard, it was unthinkable that something so dangerous could be so easy to let one of it's ageless prisoners go. Yet there lay Sirius Black, in the guise of a teenaged Remus Lupin. When Albus Dumbledore came into the DOM, the man lay their unconscious, almost waiting for him. Despite his age, Dumbledore effortlessly picked up boy.

"Dissimulo."

And they were gone.

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Dissimulo Latin for "to exit unnoticed," I believe, from my very limited attention in the class.

I am sooo sorry it took me so long to update! runs away from a rabid ClawWolfe>>

M. iPod was not cool to M. Computer. Not cool at all.

Uh…I know I get confused when I think of who switched to who, so here's an ickle chart I put together!

IS -> TURNS INTO

Severus -> Sirius

Sirius -> Remus

Remus -> Severus

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