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Song 'Yellow Submarine' by the Beatles.
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"We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine!" Sirius sang loudly, hands in his pockets, while James hummed the tune.
They had been wandering around London for an hour, and still hadn't figured out what to do with themselves.
As Sirius belted out a particularly loud line of the song, a woman stepped out of one of the alleys. Obviously a prostitute, and she obviously thought they were interested in that sort of thing.
"WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE, A FUCKING YELLOW SUBMAR-"
"Excuse me." Sirius stopped singing abruptly and looked up at the woman. She was wearing a load of makeup, and her fake blonde hair had definitely grown out to much, revealing her black roots. She was wearing a tight leather dress, barely enough to cover her, and her heels were a good seven inches.
"Yes?"
"Would you two handsome gent-"
"Nope, sorry, we've gotta get home. Our mummies will be worried."
The woman looked mad, and Sirius just gave her a dazzling smile, and ran off, pulling James behind him.
"WE ALL LIVE IN A-"
"Will you BLOODY shut up, Padfoot?" James finally yelled.
"Sorry, just had to do something to pass the time. Merlin, my feet hurt. Is this good?" Sirius stopped at a hard bench in a deserted park.
"Oh, yes, it's fucking lovely Padfoot." James said sarcastically with a smirk at his best friend.
"Well, I'm sorry for being so considerate. I was going to pick a nice comfy phone booth, if you would prefer that." Sirius said with a mock offended look on his face.
"I've got an idea! Why don't we just get on the Knight Bus, and sleep there for the night? They're beds are bloody comfortable, and we can just give them a fake address so they don't know where to go." James said proudly.
"Yeah, yeah, what a great idea. Like I wouldn't have thought of that in a minute or two."
James just smirked at Sirius, and pulled out his wand. With a bang, the Knight Bus pulled out and the boys loaded on, completely ignoring the conductor's speech. They handed him the money, and Sirius said, "Number 34, Cocksucker Lane, please."
Without a look back, he walked right over to the back of the bus and plopped down on one of the beds. James hurriedly tried to stifle his laughter at Sirius's seriousness, and flopped down next to him.
They had been lying on their beds for all of two minutes, relishing in the fact that they weren't on their feet, when they heard that silky, cold voice that they hated so much.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we meet again, eh, boys?"
Haven't we dealt with this already today? Why must he follow us? Probably has a crush on Padfoot. James thought to himself, as he winced.
Sirius just groaned, and said without opening his eyes. "Fuck off, Snivellus. We're on a bloody adventure to Cocksucker Lane. Unless you would like to help us find it, kindly shut the fuck up."
Snape's face contorted into a look of rage, that he quickly changed into his trademark sneer.
"Language, Black. You're lucky I don't get you kicked off the bus."
"Oh, please, Snivellus." James said with a smirk. "Just go home, would ya? Go play with your potions kit in your basement."
Snape was just opening his mouth, when the conductor called out his stop. He left with a last, "See you at school, Potter."
"Thanks god he's gone. I swear I could smell the grease from over here." James said with a smirk at Sirius.
James lay back down on the bed, trying to ignore the bumps. They both fell into a deep sleep.
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Three hours later, at about five in the morning, they were woken by a unpleasantly familiar voice.
"Yes, please, gentlemen. Do be careful with that, it's going to the school."
Both James and Sirius's eyes shot open with the same looks of horror on their faces, and they both mouthed, "McGonagall!"
James and Sirius shot up into a sitting position, and smiled innocent smiles at the professor. She was wearing the same green robes she wore all year round, but they had shorter sleeves. She was putting her purse down on the bed near Sirius, and had the conductor carrying her bigger bag to the storage compartment.
McGonagall spotted them right away, and sent a stern look at their wrinkled clothes and messy hair.
"Good Morning, boys. Where are you off to, so early?"
Sirius gave her a huge grin, and said in a cocky voice, "Cocksucker Lane."
McGonagall gasped and gave them a angry look. "Really, Black, there is no need for that kind of language! Where are your parents?"
"Ran away."
"And yours Mr. Potter? Tell me at least one of you has a adult around."
"Nope, sorry, my dad kicked me out for not winning the Cup."
She looked quite upset at this, and said "He kicked you out? Over the Cup? That's absurd! Do you want me to talk to him for you?"
James almost smiled at how concerned she was for him. "No thanks, Professor. We're on an adventure."
Sirius was lying down again, eyes closed, but he still managed to say, "To Cocksucker Lane."
"Yes, thank you Black, I know that part."
Sirius saluted her from the bed, and she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Well, if you boys will excuse me, I'm going to bed. I'm going to Hogwarts today, and I need my sleep."
"Can we come? We have no where to go!" James asked as a sudden idea struck him.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"But, professor! We don't have anywhere to go! What if we get kidnaped, or murdered? Then it would be your fault for not taking us with you!" James said with a stubborn look on his face.
McGonagall seemed to actually be considering the idea. "Tell you what. I'll take you to see the Headmaster, and see what he can do for you two. But that's it. After that your on your own. The school's only responsible for you during the school year, not vacations."
"Thanks, Professor!" James smiled at her gratefully.
"Does this mean we can't go to Cocksucker Lane?"
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The two boys and Professor McGonagall got off the bus at Hogsmeade and began the hike up to the school.
They were walking in silence for all of two minutes before Sirius began to sing again. "WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE,-"
"SHUT UP, PADFOOT!"
"Really, boys! Is there a need to make all of that noise?"
"Yes."
"Uh huh."
McGonagall sighed and opened the front door of the school for them. "Well, you say you need a place to stay? How about in detention?"
"No way!" and "It's Summer!" came from Sirius and James, before they noticed that McGonagall was giving them a rare smile.
They walked in silence up to the gargoyles that opened into Dumbledore's office. Professor McGonagall said the password, "Cotton Candy" and ushered the boys in front of her.
At the top of the stairs, McGonagall knocked sharply at the door. Upon hearing, "Enter.", she opened the door and walked in, leaving it open for James and Sirius.
"Good Evening, Professor! Couldn't be a nicer night, could it?" Sirius had jumped past McGonagall and was shaking a mildly surprised Dumbledore's hand.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and said with twinkling eyes, "Why yes, I do agree, Mr. Black. How are you all?"
"Oh, just wonderful, thanks for asking! In fact-"
"Headmaster, excuse Black and Potter. I was just on the Knight Bus, when I was attacked by them and they apparently have nowhere to go. So they asked if they could talk to you about it, and I said yes."
"No where to go? What happened to your house, Mr. Black?" Dumbledore said, his eyes still twinkling brightly, though he had a more serious expression on now.
"Um, well. . .I kind of ran away. James was staying over at my house because. . well. . .he just was, and then we made my dad mad, which is really quite easy to do, so we left. As in, ran away, not coming back, adios, goodbye."
"Ah. I see. And why were you staying with the Blacks, Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore turned to face James.
"Um. . . .well, I went home, but my dad wouldn't let me stay there because I lost the Quidditch Cup. So I figured, 'Hey I'll go to Sirius's'! And then we ran away, so here we are now, talking to you." James said quickly with an innocent smile.
Dumbledore sighed, and said "I'll write to your father. In the mean time, Sirius are you sure you don't want to go back to your house?"
"Yes sir, I'm so sure that I could spell it out to you in eight different languages." Sirius said with a smirk.
"Okay, then. Professor McGonagall, if you would please take these boys to Gryffindor Tower. They can sleep there until we come up with something." Dumbledore said with a small smile towards McGonagall.
"Of course, Albus. Come on Black and Potter." McGonagall walked over to the door and held it open for them.
"Thanks Professor. Good night."
"Yeah, thanks a lot Professor. See you tomorrow."
Dumbledore smiled, and said "Goodnight. We'll figure this out tomorrow. Sleep is the sponge for knowledge. You need lots of it. Although it is technically six in the morning.. .Ah, well, off to bed with you."
As the boys and McGonagall left his office, Dumbledore sat down to write a very long letter to Scott Potter. . . .
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