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Chapter 3: Not all Memories are Good Memories.

Harry Potter was in pain. He had made the mistake of standing up very quickly and in doing so he had hit his head against the roof of the tiny broom cupboard he was currently stuffed in. "Ugh," grunted Harry, reverting to his original simian self. He rubbed his forehead and grunted again. He seemed to be having a very difficult time putting letters together to form words. He hadn't even considered attempting to put those words back into their proper sentences. It just wasn't a viable possibility at the moment. Right now, he was quite happy to grunt and gorand and pound on the, unfortunately, locked door of the small room.

He was trying to maneuver into a more comfortable position but the room (aka cupboard) was so confined that his rather unruly elbow shot out and hit a misplaced shelf which, equally unfortunately, happened to have a misplaced object on it. He jumped, as high as it was possible to jump in a chamber with no excess space, as he saw the misplaced object, a small, sparkling, glass bowl, fall to the ground. He cringed, preparing himself for the glorious crash. He was tempted to sigh disappointedly when the crash refused to come. Instead the bowl hit the floor with a dull thud.

He knelt down and picked up the bowl gently. It looked rather like a fishbowl, except there was an odd viscous liquid swirling about inside it. He examined the bowl and saw that it was the proud owner of two very interesting features. Carved into the glass were the words: 'So long and thanks.' Knowing full well that those words belonged to an entirely different story that Harry had no wish to crossover into, he promptly moved on. He focused, instead, on the other interesting feature: a name written in black marker on masking tape that was stuck to the bowl. The name caused Harry to gasp. The name caused Harry to quiver and to nearly burst out in tears. The name was that of his supposedly deceased godfather who had recently partaken in a jam session with some rather persuasive Death Eaters. The name was Sirius Black.

Harry knew that he only had one option. While he was unhappily locked in this cupboard he knew there was only one thing he could do to occupy his time. He would delve into Sirius' beloved memories. It wasn't that he was nosy or anything of the sort. He was simply bored. But, if you ever asked him why he went through Sirius' memory he will say that it was calling to him, which is simply not true. It is positvely and conclusively impossible for an inanimate entity that does not entirely exist, such as a memory, to call, beckon or seduce anyone. Except for that one time in Vegas, but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Harry dipped one finger into the liquid and soon he was a wandering phantom in the memory of the ex-Azkaban escapee Sirius Black.

Sirius was standing by his friends, James and Remus. They were all teenagers. Their hair was floppy and messy and their eyes were full of excitement and tales of misadventure. As they were speaking in hushed tones about their next attempt to cause more trouble than Peeves on April Fools' Day, the obviously evil Peter Pettigrew showed up.
"Hello, all!" he said, cheerfully, in his sniveling, whiny, horribly disconcerting voice. His left eye twitched as he spoke and his mouth curled up at the edges. His ears were even just a tad bit too pointy. He was obviously evil. Without a single doubt.
"Hey," the three innocent marauders said back to him.

All four went back to happily discussing plands for transporting a large amount of dragon dung onto the front steps of Hogwarts and then lighting it on fire and ringing the doorbell.

As they were listening to James come up with the grand details of the misdemeanor, Remus and Sirius slipped out of the group discussion and began whispering to one another. "Why do we put up with him?" Sirius asked Remus, with a nod of his head in the direction of the very, supremely, completely evil Peter Pettigrew.

"Because," replied Remus, rather blandly.

"Because, why?" said the unconvinced and unsatisfied Sirius Black.

"Because, we are family!" said Remus, with a smile and an annoyingly cute wave of his wand.

In an instant the stage was set. Remus and James were sharing a mike in the center of the stage, Peter was back on drums and Sirius and an electric guitar in his hands. The four were wearing matching outfits, complete with matching blue beanies.

James began singing; he was smiling arrogantly as he sang.
The women, who had appeared in the audience, put ear plugs in their ears, but took off their sunglasses in order to get a better look at the stud, who couldn't quite catch the tune, or the pitch, or the melody.

"We are family
I got all my Marauders with me.
We are family
Get up everybody and illegally learn how to turn into an animagus!"

Remus groaned, "cut the music." The music came to a stuttering stop. "James, that does not work. It doesn't rhyme. It doesn't even sound good."

James just smiled arrogantly and ran his hand through his hair.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" asked Remus, annunciating each word, and punctuating them too.
James grinned and shook his head up and down and then side to side.
Remus sighed, "James, here." He handed James a bongo drum that had just appeared. "Play this, buddy. There's a good James," James, happily sated and grinning arrogantly, went off to play with his new toy.

Remus, as the sole lead singer smiled and said, "hit it!" The music roared back up and Remus restarted the entire song; he had a suprisingly good voice for a werewolf. Not that we should discriminate against werewolves in the music industry, I just assumed that they'd have gravely voices, and insert a few barks in the song every few measures. Apparently that is an incorrect assumption.

"We are family
I got all my Marauders with me
We are family
Get up everybody and spell!

Everyone can see that we're together.
As we walk by
And we all can turn into animals
I won't tell no lie.
All the teachers around us they say
Will they ever learn?
Just let me state for the record
We'll always be this immature!

We are family
I got all my Marauders with me
We are family
Get up everybody and spell!

Living life is fun and we've just begun
To get our share of the world's delights
We'll run all over Hogsmede
We'll rule the school
We will terrorize Snapey
That's are golden rule!
We will sneak all around here
And never get caught
The teachers all love us, and we are so hot!

We are family
I got all my Marauders with me!
We are family
Get up everybody and spell!"

With another wave of Remus's wand everything was back to normal and the four men were sitting beneath the tree again. Harry, beginning to grow restless and bored, looked down and realized he was wearing a tutu, apparently from the night before. He groaned. However, the groan was completely unrelated to his attire. He actually felt quite carefree and comfortable in the little pink tutu. He groaned because he saw more charecters entering the memory.
From just beyond the foggy reaches of the pensieve a very put-out young Severus Snape entered the scene, as did a certain young Lily Evans.

"No! You are not allowed to burst into song randomly on Hogwarts grounds. I could report you to the head for that!" sniveled Severus.

"Snivilus! You keep your great greasy gob out of this. We can do whatever we want," James said, then pushing his chest out and striking a pose, he continued, "we are the Marauders."

"What the hell are the the marauders?" whispered Snape to himself.

James looked down at himself anxiously. "Oh dear, did I forget the rubber outfit?"

Suddenly, Lily hurried over. "You big meanies! Leave Severus alone, there is nothing wrong with him. Why are you four always so irritating?" she said, shaking her finger at them.

The four boys ran to stand at military formation and sheepishly waved at her. Severus remained skulking next to her. "I don't need your protection, mudblood," he sneered, before grabbing Peter by the wrist and pulling him away from the group. "Dumbledore wants to see you," he said as an excuse. As Peter, whom I don't paticularly like so I decided to get rid of in a non-violent manner, exited Sirius' memory Sirius, being the big ladies man he is, slithered up next to Lily and put his hand on her shoulder.

How you doin', Evans?" he asked in a deep voice that was falsely advertising his goods.

"Good Black, real good," she said. She sneered and with a light touch of her hand to his she managed to grab onto his arm and fling him over her shoulder. He landed with a thud flat on his back. She walked over to him and put her foot lightly on his chest. "What would you know, I'm feeling even better now, Black."

Remus smiled bashfully. "Good show, Evans," he said as he moved to help his fallen comrade.

James smiled arrongantly. Lily looked at him, waved her hand in front of his face a few times and then turned to Remus and whispered, "is he actually in there?"

Remus shrugged. "We may never know," he admitted.

"Ah, it's okay though. He is just so dreamy and strong-willed and I think we should joing the Order, get married, and have a kid who will be described as looking exactly like him, except with my eyes, of course."

"Of course," agreed Remus.
James shook his head. He was dangerously close to looking like a plastic bobble-head toy. Lily leaned in and kissed him, which was a completely logical progression from the earlier yelling. This was a language James understood, however. He shooed away the two other boys. Who, instead of actually leaving, just hid in a bush where they were able to get front row seats to the show. However, the very skilled James Potter was a masterful multitasker. As he held Lily in one arm and ravished her to no end, he also was pulling off one of his sneakers which he threw towards the hiding boys. It hit Sirius square in the head and he blacked out. The memory faded away and once again Harry was sitting in the small closet.

The two consolations Harry was left with were that: One, Snape had always been an annoying little twit; and Two, he finally knew where he was. He realized that he was in a locked cupboard in the back of Hell's Retreat, Gin's badly in need of a makeover bar.

He decided that he definitely needed to ask Ginny some questions. The ones most prominently in his mind were how the hell did she get his godfathers' memory and how the hell had he ended up in a, quite cute, little, pink tutu?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that chapter! I enjoyed writing it. Coming up next; Magical: The Story of a Boy and His Dark Powers; Luna judging the kissing skill of a certain mysterious blonde haired stranger; and Big Papa V and Filchs' unspoken love….

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