I SO SORRY! I hope y'all havent given up on me! Pickles on the house, to make up for the late update! (hehe, and ppl who read all my story get like more than one pickle. Aha, these people are wise!) Any way hope you like my chappy! (((and the pickle)))

Chapter sixteen: Things Look Grim

"Wow, what the hell happened to you?" Sirius asked as James stumbled in, drunk, bruised and tired, "You didn't pass out, knocking your head on the toilet again did you?"

James shook his head as he fell onto the floor, spilling his butterbeer,

"No! Precious beer, I am so sorry you have lost your life so soon! May you rest in peace and all that shit..."

Harry watched his father in alarm,

"Is he okay!"

Sirius nodded,

"Yea...I think so."

James looked up,

"What makes you so sure?"

Sirius shook his head,

"Something went wrong on the date with Lily."

"No s-shit Sherlock, go tell the other dude," James slurred.

"Watson," Remus said helpfully.

James waved his arm in Remus's dirrection,

"That's the one!"

Sirius bent down to James's level on the floor, as though he was speaking to a toddler,

"Did Lily realise it was you?"

James nodded miserably. Sirius cursed. Remus nodded wisely,

"I told you she was highly intelligent."

"You don't have to rub it in..." Sirius sighed.

Remus blinked,

"I was merely-"

"I bet she knows it was my idea too!" Sirius moaned, "Pass the beer Prongs..."

James cuddled the beer protectively, Harry looked more worried,

"Aren't they underage to be drinking that much?"

Remus looked at him,

"What are you talking about? You can drink butterbeer at whatever age your parents let you, it has very little-"

"Oh...It's just that in the muggle-"

"Muggles? What would you know about muggles? You're my boy! You don't take muggle studies, I took it. It was booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring! I wouldn't let you take it, just send you off to your aunts for the weekend. Lily has a muggle a sister you know. That's your auntie Harry. Auntie is spelt A...U...N-"

"Do us all a favour James, shut up."

Remus frowned,

"How did Lily realise?"

James pointed to his forehead, then rose shakily to his feet, staggered over to Harry and lifted up his fringe and jabbed his finger into Harry's forehead,

"Harry's got a freakin' scar!"

Remus's eyes grew round but before he could say anything Sirius cut across him,

"Bloody hell! I could've fixed that problem!" Sirius cried in frustration and stomped over to his beside table and began rumaging around.

"And how were you going to-"

Sirius pulled out a muggle foundation and lip liner.

"Why do you have that!" Peter exclaimed.

They turned to look at him,

"You're awake?"
Remus dismissed Peter being awake with a wave of his hand,

"Sirius, why do you have that?"

Sirius grinned,

"I can't be blemish free all the time can I?"
"And you can't use a charm like every other witch, because...?"
Sirius sighed as though trying to explain it to an idiot,

"Because if I get caught getting out a chicks charm book out of the library, my reputation will disappear until it resembles Peter's..."

"Hey!" Peter cried indignantly, "I am still awake!"

"So, if a chick found that stuff in your bedside table that wouldn't ruin your reputation?" James slurred from the floor near Harry's feet.

"Please, can we stay on the topic!"

"Uhh..."

"Not now Harry, we're trying to figure out what to do..." Remus drummed his fingers on his copy of 'The Liquid Diet' by I.P.Allot.

"Moony?" Sirius Black asked in an usually quiet voice.

Startled by Sirius's voice Remus looked up,

"Yes, Sirius?"

"In time travel, if you do something in the past, doesn't that screwed up the future?"

"Yes it does..."

"Well, if Harry was to back to his time...Would he still exist?"

Silence took over the room. Harry gulped then cleared his throat nervously,

"Just so everyone knows...Dad's asleep and he's drooling on my foot..."