Nothing Stays the Same: A Year of Change
By jezebel
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the television shows mentioned. I only own the idea.
Reviews: I'd appreciate them
Author's Note: Thanks to my reviewers. I can't really complain with the feedback I've gotten. I do want to remind you that if I'm doing something you absolutely hate, tell me so I can fix it. So enough babbling, read the story!
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Chapter Three: The Key to Defeating Voldemort
(Author's POV)
Sirius and Remus were at Moony Mansion. Both bachelors were currently sitting in the living room eating cereal and drinking coffee (It was Sirius' turn to make breakfast), and watching cartoons while commenting on the likeliness of the cartoons and the real world. It was to say, very immature. But that's probably the best way to describe the two of them. After all, even Remus, the mature one, would lose brain-cells after living with Sirius.
"Now that's just wrong. How many times is he gonna order from Acme company? He should know by now that their products aren't gonna work. And how does he get them so fast? They must really have a fast way of post. Owls can't even get there in that amount of time." Sirius stuffed some more cereal into his mouth before he continued. "And how does the roadrunner even order the things. It's obvious he doesn't talk, but he'd have to send in the catalog thingy before he could get the product, and I don't think he can read."
Remus rolled his eyes, but smiled in amusement. It was a nice change to see Sirius obsessing over the important things in life. He had been starting to resemble that vampire from their favorite nighttime show, Angel. Remus had even taken to calling him King of Brood, instead of Padfoot.
"It's only a cartoon Sirius."
"But I want to know!"
"Fine, then call Warner Brothers and demand answers. I don't know!" The werewolf picked up the dishes and brought them to the kitchen. Sirius' voice carried from he other room.
"You know, having a muggle telly is a good idea. I don't think You-know-who could even hate it. I mean, who could beat Friends. And watching the muggles' view of our world, highly entertaining."
Remus grabbed another cup of coffee and joined the overgrown child on the couch. "Sure Sirius, the key to defeating Voldemort is to make him watch the telly. Maybe we can invite him over next Tuesday for Buffy."
Just then the fireplace announced a visitor, but neither man heard. They were too busy arguing over whether ol' Moldie-shorts would like Will and Grace or ER. It was a toss up. Comedy and laughs to make him more human, then kill him, or blood and death to make him get excited and distracted, then kill him.
The figure, a beautiful red-haired woman stepped out of the fireplace. A messy haired man followed. Both looked at the figures on the couch. Finally the women cleared her throat to announce her presence. The two fighting men stopped, looked at their new company, and stared with their mouths hanging open. The standing man just smiled.
"Well, Padfoot, Moony, you two haven't changed a bit. Well, except you're both a little more gray then I'm used to. Hah, you're old farts." The women looked at her companion.
"Honestly James. Hi you guys. Did you miss us?" Remus and Sirius stared and looked like they had been petrified. Then the two collectively fainted.
A/N: I know, kinda short, but I promise the next chapter will be much longer. Okay, I'm having an idea. I have trouble writing villains. I absolutely can if necessary, but it's a little bit harder. So here's my plan, and I need your votes. Do you want a Voldie to be funny evil, serious evil, or do you want me to take the time and do both. Tell me in your reviews. Basically, you can have laughs, plot thickeners, or both. It's up to you. Okay, see you next time.