Chapter: Who are you?
MissLinuxthePenguin
At precisely 8:00 am, a small boy of age five wandered into dark bleak kitchen of 20 Grimmauld Place and found himself face-to-face with a pink-haired witch.
"You're not my mother..." He pulled up a chair, and sat down, staring at the pink hair.
"No, " She said "No, I'm not. The question is, who is your mother?" The strange-pink-haired layd had delt with strange things before, but this... this was one of the strangest.
"No." He replied, taking a piece of toast "The question is, who are you and why are you in my house."
She laughed, his confident aura ruined by the fact that he had jelly on his nose.
"Little Sir, I do believe you are mistaken. This is not your house." She said, handing him a napkin. He looked ... bewildered. In an instant, he regained his composure.
"You have a point." He took the napkin "So.. where am-" The little boy never finished, interrupted as a lanky, tall red-haired boy rushed into the kitchen.
"GEORGE!" the red-haired boy shouted "I FOUND HIM" Within seconds, another red-haired boy was standing besides him in the kitchen.
"Bloody hell. I can't believe it worked."
"What worked?" The strange pink-haired lady asked, looking at the two red-haired boys worriedly.
"Er.. well.. "
"You see.."
"Er..."
The little boy took this as an invitation to introduce himself to the strange-pink-haired lady. "My name is Remus. Remus Lupin." And with that, the strange-pink-haired lady fainted.
At precisely 8:30 am, the two red-haired boys had managed to drag the strange pink-haired lady out of the room and into the living room, where they managed to put her on the couch.
The two then turned their attention to the little boy, who sat there the whole time eating his toast.
"Now you..." said the first red-haired boy "stay here."
"Until we come back." the second said, as the two hurried out of the room, leaving the little boy with barely enough time to say "okay."
The little boy sat there, munching on his toast looking around the strange kitchen. It was different than anything.. there was a sort of dark feeling to it yet another lighter feeling. Shrugging, he turned back to his toast.
At 9:00 am, a tall man with long black hair wandered into the kitchen and found himself face-to-face with a the little boy.
The man simply poured himself a cup of tea, sat down and took a piece of toast. The little boy stared at him.
The two sat in silence, both munching on their respective pieces of toast until the man asked, "Remus?"
The little boy instantly became very alarmed and stood on his chair, worriedly muttering "HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME.. WHERE AM I?.. WHO ARE YOU?"
The man chuckled. "One, I'm a friend of... your father's ... Two, you're in my house.. and Three, my name is Sirius."
The little boy stared at him. "So... you're not going to hurt me?"
"Nope."
Sighing in relief, the little boy sat down and resumed eating his toast. "So.. who was the strange pink-haired lady?"
The man laughed again. "Oh, her.. She's my cousin."
At precisely 9:30 am, the strange-pink-haired lady woke up and rushed into the kitchen, hysterical.
"SIRIUS!" She shouted "GEORGE! FRED! THEY DID SOMETHING TO R-" She stopped, upon seeing the little boy.
She stared, he stared. The man laughed. "So, Fred and George are behind this? I should have known... I should have known" He chuckled into his tea.
"But.. we've got.. to do.. something."
"True, but we can't do anything on an empty stomach. Sit down. Eat." He commanded, giving his favorite cousin a death glare.
"Okay" the strange pink-haired lady said, sitting down "Okay, I give up. I'll eat something, happy?"
"Very."
At precisely 10:00 am, another adult found his way into the kitchen and in result, into the path of the little boy.
"Morning Sirius, Morning Tonks." A taller, older looking red-haired man sat down, after pouring himself a cup of tea.
"Morning Arthur" The strange-pink-haired lady and the black-haired man replied.
"Whose your friend?" He asked the two, upon sighting the little boy.
"My name's Remus!"
The red-haired man sputtered tea. "What?"
The little boy looked at him with a funny look on his face. " I said my name's Remus."
At precisely 10:30 am, four teenagers stumbled into the kitchen and sat down, barely noticing the little boy.
"Ronald, pass the... " A girl with rather bushy-brown hair said, "the... " she looked like she was going to fall asleep at any moment.. "the .. butter."
"Hermione, get your own bloody butter." The a red-haired boy said.
A black-haired boy and a red-haired girl snickered at this. The little boy stared at the two.
"You've got something on you're head..." He said, pointing to the black-haired boy's forehead.
The red-haired girl snickered. "Yes, yes he does. Its called a scar."
The black-haired boy blushed, and the red-haired boy and brown-haired girl stopped bickering long enough to turn around and look at the little boy.
"Er..." the black-haired boy said, rather embarrassedly, "If you don't mind me asking.. who are you?"
The little boy looked at them. "My name.. " he said in a huff, as he was rather tired of people asking him the same question, "Is Remus."
The black-haired boy promptly fell off his chair.
At precisely 11:00 am, an old man with a very long gray beard walked into the kitchen and sat down next to the little boy.
The little boy wasted no time in saying, "Before you ask, I'll tell you, my name is Remus Lupin."
The old man took a box out of his pocket before saying "Yes, I know."
The little boy looked at the old man, "You do?"
The old man nodded, before asking "Want a lemondrop?" At the sight of the little boy's puzzled expression the old man added "They're candy."
The little boy took one, and ate it. He smiled.
"Now, Remus Lupin, you've got one long day ahead of you..."
A/N: review? flame? give me ideas? tell me about your five year old self?