A/N: Hello All! It is I, Weird Not Boring, writing to you from deep in the heart of the California Suburbs. A dangerous place, I know. I am currently jumping up and down happily because of how early I get to get this out. And because I am immensely proud of this next chapter (mine, in case you were wondering). But, if you aren't as immensely proud of this chapter as I am, (or even if you are!) Never Fear! Because next chapter is Daisy Penifold's turn. And, trust me, hers is one you don't want to miss.

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In Which Hangovers Take Over the World

"ZOOM, ZOOM!" Sirius exclaimed, rushing around the common room, James's invisibility cloak clutched firmly in his hands. Of course, no one else could see the cloak, so from the front, it just looked like he was clutching at nothing.

He 'flew' over to a gaggle of fourth years running out of the portrait hole. "What seems to be troubling you, youngsters?" Sirius asked, placing his hands on his hips triumphantly.

Before one of them could answer, Sirius quickly assured, "Never fear! Sirius-Man is here! Duhn duhduh DUUUUHN!" He gestured around the air wildly as if he was fighting an invisible foe - of course, he was still tipsy, so he probably thought he was fighting an invisible foe.

He stood triumphantly, finished 'fighting', awaiting their thanks. The fourth years gawked at him weirdly, and then raced out the portal.

"No problem, kind citizens! Saving the day - erm, a hero's - um, three men, no, um . . ." Sirius scratched at his skull for a moment, his inebriated brain not working enough to think of a catchy slogan. He settled for, "You're welcome!"

He looked around, satisfied, and then went back to his 'flying'.

"ZOOM!" He tripped over a first year and fell down flat on his face. "SUPER HERO DOWN!" Sirius yelled. A third year walking down the stairs took one glimpse of the scene and ran back up the same stairs she had just walked down. "Super . . . hero . . ."

Sirius sat up unsteadily, "Ow, my head hurts." he muttered, and, without any flourish, fell back and passed out in the middle of the Gryffindor common room.

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"Miss Evans!" the third year exclaimed banging on the door of the 7th years dormitory. "Miss Evans!" Tired of standing outside, the third year rushed into the room, only to find the esteemed Head Girl soundly asleep.

"Miss Evans!" The third year cried, shaking Lily awake. "Miss Evans! Wake up!"

"Mehhhhh," Lily mumbled, turning over and squinting at the third year. "Leave me alone."

"But, Sirius Black!"

"5 more minutes."

"No, you have to get up now before Professor McGonagall comes and sees the mess downstairs!" In desperation, the third year pulled off the covers of Lily's bed. "I'm sorry, Miss Evans, but you have to wake up!"

Lily rubbed her eyes, and then opened them fully. "Okay, what's so important that you have to wake me up at 8 am?"

"Sirius Black is passed out in the common room, along with some others, there's a mess everywhere, and if McGonagall came right now, we'd never be able to have any parties ever again!"

Lily tried sitting up. "Ugh! I knew he spiked the butterbeer," she moaned, holding her head. She turned to the third year. "You don't happen to have a hangover remedy potion with you, do you?"

The third year shook her head. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Lily said, more of her Head Girl personality coming to her as she became more awake.

"Okay, bye," the third year said, rushing out of the room.

"What the . . . ?" Lily said, holding her head again. "I knew I shouldn't have drunk that butterbeer."

Lily hoisted herself out of bed, slowly, as everything seemed very dizzy all of a sudden, and slowly limped over to the girl's secret medicine cabinet.

Lily rummaged threw the cabinet, throwing bottles out as she went along, "Nyquil . . . Allegra . . . birth control pills . . .oh, wow, this is old . . . aha!" Lily pulled out a large jar of a thick, goopy potion. "Hangover remedy!" Lily showed the bottle proudly to . . . no one, before clutching her head again with her free hand. "Ow, headache."

With much frustration and effort, Lily managed to unscrew the cap, and, in doing so, unleashed the foul odor that came with the hangover remedy.

"Ugh," Lily said, holding her nose. "I'd forgotten how awful this smells."

She brought the potion up to her mouth, and with a wince, drank two large gulps of it.

Suddenly, her headache was cured. "Oh, thank Merlin," Lily said. "I can think again."

All at once, all the memories of what happened last night hit her with full force. "Oh, Merlin," Lily said. And, in a brisk run, Lily ran down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. Potter was dead meat.

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"Here invisibility Cloak-ey, Cloak-ey, Cloak-ey!" James Potter sat in the middle of the astronomy tower in all his near-naked glory. "Come to Jamsie!"

In his now delusional state, (partly because of the fact he had now frozen to the floor, and partly because some time during his frantic searching, he had remembered what had happened last night, and was now in so much grief he couldn't think properly) he thought his cloak would actually come if he called it.

Therefore, he had spent the last five minutes calling his cloak. "Here Cloak-ey! Come on Cloak-ey!" James cooed.

"Cloak-ey!" Cloak-ey?" James, now realizing he was fully alone and that his beloved Cloak-ey wasn't coming, gave up on his search and began to think of ways to get down from the astronomy tower as unseen as possible.

Now, if he could only get his thighs unfrozen . . .

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Remus Lupin was now fully awake. And, being fully awake, could fully understand the dreadfulness of the situation.

If only he could remember what the situation was.

He knew there was a party last night, and he knew sometime during the party he had gotten drunk . . . but why was he wearing a belly dancer costume?

"Padfoot?" Remus asked aloud, not being able to see the mischief-maker anywhere.

"Padfoot? Where are you?" Remus stood up, wobbling, and looked around a little before spotting his friend lying face-first in the ground.

"Padfoot?" Remus stepped over a few passed-out Gryffindors and made his way over to his unconscious friend. "Padfoot, if McGonagall or Lily doesn't kill you, you can be sure I will."

Sirius let out a large snore. Remus rolled his eyes.

Remus turned Sirius over, and found James' invisibility cloak wedged under him.

"Why do you have James's invisibility cloak, Sirius?" Remus asked. Sirius snored again.

Remus pulled the invisibility cloak out. "But if you had it, and now I have it, that means James doesn't have it," Remus said, his thought process still slow from the fire whiskey.

"And if James doesn't have it, then -" But Remus couldn't finish his thought because, at that moment, four little boys walked in clutching at different clothes. The one in the front clutched at a shirt, while the blonde-haired person in the back clutched at a shoe and trousers. Trousers that looked unmistakably like James's.

"Hey! Kids! Where did you get those clothes?" The boys paused. And, with a shock, Remus realized they looked very much like him, James, Sirius and Peter did at that age.

"We took 'em off this kid in the astronomy tower," The one that looked like Peter said proudly. The boy next to him hit him.

"Idiot! That's Remus Lupin!"

"Run for it!" The boy that looked like Sirius said, and all four took off for their dormitory.

"Bugger," Remus said. "Now I'll have to go find him."

And with that, Remus stood up, off to find his near-naked friend before he did anything stupid.

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Lily ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Once she made it into the common room, she caught a glimpse of someone just leaving through the portrait. Lily rushed over; however, in her haste, she failed to see the unconscious Sirius Black in her way. She tripped and landed flat on her face.

She jumped back up, "There's my blonde moment for the day," she muttered, and while brushing herself off, looked at her surroundings in order to see what else she should avoid . . . and to see if anyone saw her trip.

There were empty firewhiskey and butterbeer bottles and plastic goblets everywhere. All the couches were occupied by an obviously passed-out person, as well as some of the carpet,

"Ugh," Lily said, wiping her hands on her pajamas. Wait . . . her pajamas?

"Bugger," Lily said, and, in a brisk run again, ran back up the stairs, taking them two at a time, threw her robes on, and raced back downstairs.

The mess only got worse the second time.

"The girl wasn't exaggerating," Lily said, stepping over the unconscious people on her way out, "McGonagall is going to throw a fit."

She made it out the portrait-hole, happily imagining ways that McGonagall would punish Black and Potter, when she spotted him.

And the first thought that popped into her head was, "Why is Remus Lupin wearing a belly-dancer costume?"