(A/N: Thank you all for your kind reviews! You guys and girls make me so happy! Today's episode will be more humorous and more PG-13. Young readers, beware! There are also spoilers from the all the movies and books let me add. But you all may already know that! Continue please…)
"So, you guys are from the past," Draco muttered. "And you found Potter, Weasley and Granger and went to Professor McGonagall after you attacked me and shoved me in that broom closet," Draco paused and looked at Lily who was blushing. "And she gave you a map and a satchel, which Voldermort now has, and you had some weird adventures met Viktor here, sent me to jail, went to China, met Danielle and her friends and then welcomed me back to the group." "Briefly, yeah," Sirius said.
"And you need to get you four back in seven months' time or Harry will disappear, poof, be gone, do a Houdini trick forever," Nadia said. "But to do that you have to get a Phoenix feather from Ruby Mountains and go into the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic in London," Elvira continued. "Ding ding ding, we have a few winners," James said. "That took some easy math," Danielle said. "So, you and Lily are future husband and wife and future parents of Harry Potter," Nadia said. "Yeah," Lily muttered. The Chinese trio and Draco nodded.
"And you are really the suspected murderer, Sirius Black?" Nadia blurted out. Elvira and Danielle's attention flew back to Sirius. "I'm a suspected murderer?' Sirius asked, shocked. "Why didn't you tell me?" "You weren't supposed to know," Hermione said. Sirius groaned and buried his face in his hands. "And I went to jail?" his muffled could be heard from behind the fingers. "Azkaban," Harry muttered. Sirius groaned. "For almost thirteen years," Harry muttered. "What?" Sirius yelled. "Wow, I spent a few weeks in Azkaban and it almost drove me nuts, and you're going to be sent there for thirteen years," Draco said. "Including the Dementors." "It almost drove you nuts?" Ron asked. "Okay, I was on the very edge of going nuts," Draco said. "On the edge?" Ron asked. "Will you stop that?" Draco said.
Suddenly, the giant double doors of the dungeon flew open. Voldermort strode in, a frown plastered on his face. He turned to Harry and the group. He took out his wand and waved it. Green sparks flew out and a hissing sound could be heard. The sparks stopped in front of the group and a short, small table of food appeared before the petrified group. They looked stunned and stared at Voldermort. "I have no intention of letting you die a natural death and dying of hunger or thirst is not an option," Voldermort's raspy voice hissed. "And I have no intention of letting you die of poisoning. So, EAT!" His last two words echoed throughout the dungeon. He ignored their surprised looks as he strode out the doors. The doors slammed and a few small stones fell from the ceiling. He was not in a good mood.
"That was certainly unexpected," Lily said. She frowned as Sirius and Ron began to stuff their faces rapidly. "What?" Ron asked through his gigantic cheeks of food. "I was hungry." The rest shrugged and began to eat, seeing that their guinea pigs, a.k.a. Ron and Sirius had proven that the food wasn't poisoned. Harry and Draco were left sitting on the floor, not eating. The guilt had taken away their appetite. "So," Harry said. Draco turned around and faced Harry. "We can trust you now?" Harry asked. "Yeah, I guess so, since Voldermort hates me now, there's nothing on the Dark Side to go back to," Draco muttered. There was a moment of silence as Harry nodded. "So, can I ask you a question that you would answer truthfully to?" Harry asked. "What's your question, Potter?" Draco asked, not a bit of sarcasm, anger or sarcasm hinting in his voice, always a good sign. "You've been crying a lot lately, why is that?" Harry asked. Draco smirked, then he took a deep breath and a serious expression appeared on his face.
"Every since I was eleven, Potter," Draco began. "I've been told to hide my true emotions and feelings. I must throw away the feeling to cry, yell, to smile without a smirk or love. Hiding my emotions out of fear. My father always punished me whenever I show signs of these emotions because it shows weakness and no loyalty to the Dark Lord. It's stupid once you thought it over a few times you have been hit by the Cruciatus Curse a more than fifty times. But for the past few days, I could express my emotions freely. I have cried out the pain and anguish that has been kept in me for so long, that had haunted me for so long."
Harry nodded understandingly. "So, that's my explanation," Draco said. "Need any more, Potter?" "No, I just need a favour," Harry muttered. "Say the word," Draco said. "Just call us by our first names," Harry said, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco laughed. "Okay," Draco said mockingly. "If that's what you want, Your Majesty the Queen." "You just called me a girl," Harry said. "You just call my sister a girl," Draco said. "You don't have a sister," Harry said. "So?" Draco asked. Both of them laughed until Fred came over. "Oi you two love birds with birds," Fred said. "Get over here before Ron and Sirius eat all of the food." "We're not love birds," Harry and Draco said in unison. They tackled Fred to the ground. There was a jingling of chains and yells from the three of them. The others watched in amused silence.
"Okay, okay," Fred said after awhile. "I give up, white flag, surrender and all that jazz."
Their ringing laughter could be heard from their dungeon all the way to Lord Voldermort's room. He didn't fell anger nor did his veins at his temples pulsed. Instead he smirked. He laughed even; he was quite a sight, laughing for no particular reason. The older Peter Pettigrew stood in his usual dark corner, shivering as his master laughed. "They are laughing now, but they don't know that I know, Wormtail," Voldermort said after his moment of happiness, if you called it happiness. "What is it that you know, master?" Wormtail asked. "I know Harry Potter's soft spot which I can keep poking all I want," Voldermort said evilly. "How did you find out such important information while sitting in you study?" Wormtail asked in awe. "I have my ways of adding things together, Wormtail," Voldermort said. "Tomorrow, I'll strike."
Back in the dungeon, the Viktor, Golden trio and the Marauders were sitting in a circle, exchanging information about Quiddich as Remus, Lily and Hermione slipped out from the group and began to talk about their OWL results and compared the questions to see which year had the hardest test. Fred and George were talking to Elvira and Nadia. The two girls were laughing as the twin made wise cracks and jokes about random things. Draco and Danielle were in a corner, Danielle resting her head on Draco's legs as he stroked her hair. Danielle was spilling out her feelings and secrets as Draco listened to every word and added a few helping words. In other words, they were being themselves. Except for a little problem, Remus kept puking every thirty minutes that passed by.
There was a sudden change of light and the group looked up. There was the ceiling, but a small window could be spotted. It was pitch black and stars dotted the small piece of visible sky. The full moon was partially covered by a cloud and the cloud slowly drifting away. The white light touched the dungeon floor. It soon covered Remus who motioned them to back away. "You may want to look away, it's quite a painful process of transforming," Remus said, his voice choked with fear. The others backed away as they possibly could and watched as Remus was covered from head to toe with the moon's weak, yet radiant glow.
The girls looked the other way as Remus twitched. His legs bent and pushed him into a squatting position and grew a little bigger and dog like. His arms were hanging limply in front of him and were slowly getting covered in grey fur. His clothes disappeared underneath the rapidly growing fur, his feet grew bigger and his shoes slipped off and landed nearby the group. His face was getting hairier by the second and his eyes were terrifying. His pupils and iris had turned glowing red and the white parts had turned jet black. His nose grew longer and became a snout and his ears moved upwards and grew pointy and furry. The whole time he was transforming, he groaned and moaned as his skin stretched and his muscles expanded inside the amazingly strong shackles and handcuffs. His backbone bent backwards the whole way and there was a blood chilling sound, like knuckles cracking but it was ten times worst and it lasted for about thirty seconds. He looked away from the group as he was bent all the way back. He let out a howl, not loud, but audible that temporarily echoed through the dungeon.
Remus bent back and stared at the group. They could see his hungry expression as he eyed all of them, one by one, even though it was fur deep. He charged at them, James and Sirius reacted quickly. They transformed and knocked Remus the werewolf back, chains still clinging on them. The chains had been made in a way to hold on to the people no matter what they change into. James held Remus against the wall; Remus fought back and knocked James a few feet away. Sirius pounced on Remus's head and covered his eyes as James shook his giddiness off. It looked a little comical to see a stag shake its antlers like a dog.
Remus silently trashed around, trying to swipe off the black dog that was blocking his view. It was quite annoying, with Sirius around, every time is filled with annoyance whether he's human or dog. Remus finally found the use of his flexible front legs and threw Sirius off. The black dog flew from his head and crashed into Draco. Draco gave a shocked yell and pushed Sirius off him. "Ya, ya, ya!" Draco yelled as Sirius began to torture him; jumping at his head as though Draco's head was a chew toy. The others laughed as Sirius lifted his right leg in front of Draco, who yelled in terror and pushed him away. Sirius found it boring after a few minutes and went to help James. "What was that about?" George asked. "D-Dog. B-big fo-fo-Phobia," Draco stuttered. "Wot?" Ron asked. "He has a phobia of dogs, especially ones that try to pee on him," Danielle said. "Ohh," everyone chorused.
"At lest he's not afraid of ferrets," Viktor muttered. "You saw that?" Draco asked, turning his head around and looking at a smiling Viktor. "I saw a white ferret go down a boy's pants and it transformed into you," Viktor said. "How could I not?"
Meanwhile, the two Animagi has calmed Remus down and Remus was having a game with the two animals, completely ignoring the group of teens in one corner, a.k.a. werewolf chow. It was an okay night even when you're trapped in the same room with a werewolf. James and Sirius distracted Remus from the group, keeping them out of harm's way. The twins were now humiliating Draco unmercifully. "Fwaid of the wittle doggy-woggy?" Fred asked, ruffling Draco's platinum blonde hair. "Drakie-wakie need a hug?" George asked, stretching out his arms. "And they call me gay," Draco muttered.
"We are family," George chorused, swaying back and forth while holding a very annoyed Draco Malfoy in his arms. "I hate you, you know that?" Draco muttered. "Love you too," George said. "Eww, get off me," Draco said, pushing George off. "You tolerate Pansy," George said, letting go and putting on a mock hurt look. "You never gave me love," George said dramatically as he fell to Draco's crossed legs. The others were doubling over with laughter as Fred joined in. "You gave love to a pig yet you didn't give any to a Weasley," Fred gasped. "Why, Drake. Why?" "Firstly, I didn't give love to that Pansy Pig. Secondly, I'm not gay. And thirdly, my name is Draco, not Drake," Draco said. "Only Danielle's allowed to call me that." "Woo hoo, privileges!" Danielle said, raising her arms triumphantly. "What have they done to you?" Draco muttered.
"You don't have to be gay," Fred said, he put on a high pitched voice. "I can be feminine." "Give some love to me!" George said. "Make love with me!" Fred said. "Whoa! That's going over the deep end, Weasley!" Draco said, backing away. "I know," George said, his face screwed up in happiness and amusement. "I hate you," Draco muttered. "I know, He-Who-Fears-Canine," Fred said. Draco sighed.
(A/N: Thank you for reading this chapter, please discard all empty popcorn boxes and soda cups in the nearest dustbin, Thank you. So, I know the ending was gross to a couple of you. But the rating does say PG-13. Anywhoo, please wait patiently for the next chapter and don't forget to review on you way out!