Twelve Days with the Marauders

A/N: Sorry guys! I've been sick, stuck in bed and my mum did not let me touch the computer at all for days. Really sorry, I'll try make this a better one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Day Five

Who let the dogs out
woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof

Who let the dogs out, woof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs out, woof, woof, woof, woof

Sirius was strolling down to his dormitory, singing that catchy song by Baha Men. The stupid closet door had opened after he had eaten all the chocolate (or so it had thought). Sirius had suspected that. Sneaky James and Pete. He finally reached his dorm door and ignored James' stare. He then leapt out of the window.

James frowned. It was uncharacteristic of a hyper Sirius to walk around calmly, hands in pockets. Still, if he was jumping out of windows, it might be a good sign. He hoped Sirius hadn't cheated the door somehow.

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Sirius whizzed around the pitch. It was a lovely night…just like lovely Bella! He laughed maniacally. This was going to be Hell-On-Earth form his darling cozzie.

(A/N: Cozzie, or cousin)

Bellatrix Black was angry. Very angry. She'd had a bad day. Lots of bad coincidences had happened…

Bellatrix was annoyed at the world. First, a Mudblood first year had asked her (the nerve of her!) where the Potions room was. How…how could she not know where that awesome place was? So Bellatrix had screamed in her face for three minutes straight, then sent her off to the History of Magic Room. Heh. But then, Bellatrix was going to that very same room, so she got a faceful of potion ingredients from the angry student. Then, her (!#$ing) cousin (%&*ing) Sirius Black had arrived. Not a good thing, especially when the aforementioned person was holding a bowl full of sludge. Even more if the person hates you. So, poor ickle Bella got sludge and potions ingredients (she really had to nick some toadspawn to chuck at some Marauders, it was very sloppy and icky, disgustingly perfect for two disgusting things) all over her. Predictably, the class laughed and giggled. Now was the time to put her Storm-Out-Angrily-For-Purebloods classes to the test.

Back at the Slytherin Common Room, Bellatrix was sitting primly on a couch. After having skipped History of Magic, she was bored. Then Lucius walked in. Illusions of boredom instantly shattered. Especially as Lucius looked like he just had a jar of blusher thrown in his face. An interesting deviation from his usually pale face.

"Malfoy."

"Black."

"How did you get…"

"Narcissa." All was clear about why he looked like a toasted lobster.

"Ah. Were you cruel about it?"

"She- Cissy, you know I didn't me-" Narcissa had stalked into her dormitory. She flashed a glare at Lucius and half-ran (Blacks never ran) up the stairs to her room. Bellatrix sighed. Comforting really hadn't been on her to-do list.

Some pillows thrown, raging, yelling at Lucius, storming, crying and twenty vandalised photos of Lucius later, Bellatrix and her sister emerged from the room. Narcissa sat on the couch, and Bella exited the Room. Emotional scenes had never been her thing.

A little later, Bellatrix was walking down the corridor. She saw Severus Snape and acknowledged him with a nod and a "Snape." To her annoyance, an echo of the word sounded. Snape responded accordingly, but there was no echo to his voice. Annoyed, she spoke again when he was out of earshot.

"Huh."

"… uh, uh…" Bellatrix scowled.

"Shut it!"

"…it! it! it !"

"Now, or else!"

"…else, else, else." This was getting annoying.

"I hate you!"

"…you, you, you." Bellatrix screamed. A scream came back at her. That infuriated her so much she was about to throw a curse at one of the walls, but she then realised the scream was a little different from hers. She screamed again, a very high-pitched scream. The scream that echoed back was lower. That was it. There was somebody echoing her.

"Homenum revelio." incanted Bellatrix. This told her there was a person hiding under a cloak in front of her. She frowned, as if the spell hadn't worked, and shrugged. She strode forwards. Then, in one quick movement, she whipped the cloak off the person. Sirius Black. Of course.

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Sirius ran down the corridor, ignoring Bellatrix's angry calls of "Come back here!" and "You (insert insulting words here)!"He turned a corner and ran to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Gr...gr…grindylows." He hurried into his dormitory and grinned. He had escaped! Now to the matter at hand. Washing his hair. He collected his clothes and stepped into the shower cubicle. Sirius the felt for the shampoo bottle, then upended some onto his head. What came out was not pleasing. Sirius screamed and danced out of the bathroom, jumping and screeching like a banshee. Remus looked up disinterestedly from his book. Shrugging, he returned to it, wincing when Sirius collided with James' bedpost.

"Cool it, Pads, what's gotten into you?" James peered at his frantic friend. Sirius looked extremely fuzzy with no glasses on.

"MY HAIR! AHH! THERE'S THINGS IN IT!" James frowned. He didn't remember…oh yeah, this had been his doing! James proceeded to put on his glasses. When he saw Sirius in full clarity, undressed with globs of the jelly in his hair, chunks of fruit sliding everywhere and Sirius' overall wild expression, he couldn't help it. He laughed. Crazily.

"James? What's going- ah! What, what…rfhjkhg!" Remus spluttered. He had finally noticed.

"SOMEBODY TAMPERED WITH MY SHAMPOOOOOO!" James, through laughs, struggled to say something.

"Hehe…use your ahaahahahahaaaa con…conditioner…hehaha then."

"Fine!" Sirius stalked back in. He opened his conditioner bottle to check. It had something inside that Sirius thought he recognised. Of course. He sniffed the yellowish mixture. It was. There was no doubt that it was the potion he and James had developed in second year, to change one's hair green for a fortnight. James had vandalised his shampoo and conditioner. James was going to pay.

From her office, Professor McGonagall sincerely thought she heard screams of "I'm being KILLED!" and "Save me, Mooooooony! Argh!" as Sirius Black, with a towel now wrapped around his midsection, chased James around brandishing a shampoo bottle.

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