Shalalalala, I'm here! Right, in this one we have Reviewing The Situation from the musical Oliver, Follow Me by Uncle Kraker, Minor Thing by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Congratulations by someone and Is This The Way To Amarillo by Tony Christie. I own nowt. You really don't need to have heard of the songs to read this… or to review! Come on, it takes just a little time and you make me very very happy…

Sirius pushed his hair back from his face and looked at his friends, who were glaring at him. "What? Blame Prongs. He nudged me, therefore I have no responsibility. Also, this makes a good alibi. Who'd do something like this to themselves?"

"Oh, I don't know. An idiot by the name of Sirius Black?" James asked sarcastically. "Why did you drink it, prat?"

Sirius nodded. "Again, that was not my fault. Moony got me up too early."

"Early?" Remus said incredulously. "It was eight o'clock!"

"Exactly. No one gets up that early."

They could hear Professor Dumbledore coming up the corridor. "Don't worry, Minerva. I'm reviewing, dumbedumdedum, the situation…"

"He has rather a good voice, really-" Sirius stopped when he saw the glares he was being sent.

Professor Dumbledore came capering up the corridor (yes, capering- try it some time and see what an idiot you look). He stopped in front of the Marauders and looked down at them. "Would you care to explain why the school keeps on randomly bursting into song?"

The Marauders looked at each other. An awful lot was said with those glances. "It was me, Professor." Remus stood.

"And me." Sirius followed suit. "The other two had nothing to do with it."

Professor Dumbledore surveyed them over the top of his half moon spectacles, his eyes twinkling. Then he nodded. "Very well. You two, follow me, everything is all right. I'll be the one to tuck you in at night. Want to leave? I can guarantee, won't find nobody else like me."

Sirius smiled as the stairs moved beneath them. "I love Dumbledore's office," he whispered.

"Padfoot, this is hardly supposed to be a treat."

"Don't care. It is."

"You'd never guess you're nearly eighteen."

Sirius gasped and grabbed his chest. "Moony, your words wound me."

They arrived at the office. Dumbledore swept into the room and sat behind his desk, steepling his hands in front of him. "Please explain, Mr Black."

Sirius took a deep breath. "I changed the key from C to D, you see to me it's just a minor thing, y'all."

Remus sang from the corner of his mouth. "He knows everything."

Sirius ignored him. "To readjust you've gotta trust that all the fuss is just a minor thing y'all."

"He knows everything!"

Dumbledore coughed. "As wonderful as your singing is, it may be easier if you were to write it down. Mr Lupin?"

Remus carefully wrote a note in his flowing script and passed it to his headmaster, who read parts of it out. "Potion… carpe nox… lykaios powder… kawaii leaves… 32 butterfly wings… all singing… all dancing…" He chuckled slightly. "Firstly, congratulations, and celebrations… This was a difficult potion to make. Secondly, this potion is semi permanent. It won't wear off for a year."

"What?" The two boys stared, aghast. Then Sirius turned on Remus.

"You didn't tell me that! I don't want to sing for the rest of the year!"

"You think I do? I didn't know about this! And anyway, if you hadn't put the potion into the wrong drinks we wouldn't have this problem!"

Dumbledore cleared his throat gently. "Boys. Arguing will not change the fact that there is nothing we can do. I will make the announcement at lunchtime." The two Marauders would swear that Dumbledore seemed to be enjoying it. "I believe you have Transfiguration now." He nodded. "Goodbye."

Downstairs, James and Peter were waiting for them. "Well? How'd it go?"

Sirius snarled, "Brain of Britain here forgot to see how long it would take for the potion to wear off."

Remus growled. "It's your fault we're stuck like this. I didn't put it in our drinks."

James held up a hand. "Hang on. How long does it last?"

"One year."

Sirius nodded, mock sympathetic. "Bang goes any chance you had with Lily. Once she hears you singing, she'll run into the arms of the giant squid."

"Oi!" James would have disembowelled Sirius there and then, if it weren't for a first year timidly appearing.

"I'm sorry, but could you tell me is this the way to Amarillo? Every night I've been hugging my pillow, dreaming dreams of Amarillo, and sweet Marie who waits for me…" The five boys trooped off down the corridor, swinging their arms in time to the music.

I'm notorious for short chapters. V v sorry, but would you rather have short moderate chapters, or long rubbish ones? Answers on the back of a postcard please. Most of the songs will be very random. If you have any you'd like to see, please tell me and I'll stick them in. I have a whole year to use up here…

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