"Aunt Carol, when's my bedtime?"

It had been a couple of days since we'd last seen Sirius; apparently, this question had bugging Regulus since Id told him he had a bedtime.

"What?" Mum asked, looking flabbergasted. "Bedtime?"

"Yeah, James told me I had a bedtime," said Regulus innocently. Mum gave me a stern glare. "So when is it?"

"Well, the general rule is no later than ten," Mum said. "But we've never imposed a specific bedtime. I'm not sure why James suggested that, other than to get you to leave."

Regulus looked slightly hurt.

"No," I said. "I was tired, and he looked tired, but, you know, kids are stubborn."

"You're a kid as well," Dad said, raising an eyebrow. "Well, for further reference, Regulus, believe nothing James tells you unless we've confirmed it."

"Yeah, Sirius does stuff like that too," Regulus admitted. "So... when do we see him? Sirius, I mean."

Mum groaned and put her hands up in surrender; Regulus and I had been pestering her for days. "I give up!"

Regulus and I exchanged hopeful glances. "Does that mean we can see him?"

"Urgh, just go!" Mum said. Regulus and I grinned. "Don't bother him, don't help him escape, call for help if anything happens, don't touch anything-"

"Okay, thanks, Mum!" I interrupted, already halfway to the Floo. "We'll be careful! Don't worry!"

Mum groaned again, dropping her head onto the table. "I give up..."

I grinned, and hopped through the Floo, tumbling out the other side. Regulus walked out after me, much more gracefully. He laughed when he saw me sprawled on the ground and covered in ash.

"Nice," he said.

"Oh shut it," I replied.

We made our way to Sirius's room (I knew the way by heart by now) to find Sirius creeping towards the door. He caught sight of the door opening, and scrambled to get back to his bed. He ended up falling flat on his face, before turning to look at us, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh, it's just you," he sighed. "Help bust me out?

"Actually, one of our specific rules for visiting is not to help you escape," said Regulus. Sirius pouted. "But we're here, so... how are you, Siri?"

"Ready to get out," said Sirius as we helped him back into his bed. "I'd escape as Padfoot, but it'd be bad if they caught me."

"It would," I agreed. "You might be facing time in Azkaban."

Sirius paled. "Really?"

"Nah, not at this age," I laughed. "They wouldn't stick a kid in Azkaban."

"Oh," Sirius sighed. "Good; I was worried."

"So... is it boring here?" asked Regulus. Sirius gave him an incredulous look.

"Of course it is," he said, as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. "I have nothing to do. I want out. It's a prison, I tell you!"

"It's a hospital," I chuckled fondly. "Not a prison."

Sirius crossed his arms, pouting indignantly. "It's evil."

"It's good for you," Regulus said, poking Sirius in the ribs. Sirius scowled. "Well, would you rather be dead?"

Sirius opened his mouth to answer.

"Don't answer that," I said.

Sirius quickly closed his mouth.

"So..." said Regulus awkwardly. "What do you guys want to do?"

"Leave," Sirius replied immediately. "Escape. Get away. Please, please, get me out."

Regulus and I groaned.

"Sirius," I said slowly. "No escape. Bad dog."

Sirius pouted. "I'm not bad."

"Sirius, stay," Regulus ordered. "Then you'll be a good dog, and we'll bring you treats!"

"Treats?" asked Sirius, perking up immediately. "Ooh, peanut butter treats?"

"Even better," I said. "Chocolate treats."

"Chocolate!" Sirius beamed. "Okay; I'll stay."

"Good boy," Regulus smiled, patting Sirius on the head. He turned to me and lowered his voice. "James, where are we going to find chocolate dog treats?"

I frowned. "I have no idea."

"Flour, two cups," Regulus said, and Blinky the house-elf handed him a bag of flour. "Why do we need flour in chocolate dog treats anyways? Two cups..."

He shrugged, and dumped half the bag into the bowl. I chuckled as I watched him; we'd both decided the best way to go about getting the ;dog treats' for Sirius was to bake them- Regulus had taken initiative immediately. He was quite a sight: he was wearing a light blue apron, and the flour had exploded in his face, leaving it quite white. He blinked comically, and shook his head fruitlessly, his black hair and pale face still covered in white.

"Oh well... vanilla..." he noted. "Blinky, get some vanilla ice cream."

Blinky disappeared and returned quickly with a tub of vanilla ice cream. Regulus got a scoop and put it into the bowl, muttering about how vanilla shouldn't be needed in chocolate treats, as the treats were chocolate

"Don't forget chocolate," I said.

"I'm not there yet," said Regulus. "Oh. Yes I am. Baking cocoa... er... Blinky, can you get some?"

Blinky popped out of sight again and returned with a box of cocoa. Regulus glanced at the recipe I'd given him (it was a cookie recipe, we were just going to shape the cookies like dog treats). "Three-fourths of a cup? That hardly seems enough."

Regulus dumped the much more than three-fourths of a cup into the mix. "Baking soda... Blinky, do we have Sprite? Sirius isn't allowed caffeine."

This would be interesting. Very interesting.

Blinky returned with the Sprite, and Regulus poured some in, handing it back to Blinky. "Okay... salt? Huh. Weird. Do you think they mean something else...? Oh well..."

Regulus grabbed the salt shaker and poured probably too much salt in. He also added butter and sugar, before pausing. "Uh... brown sugar? Hmm... Blinky, get me some food colouring."

Blinky did; Regulus poured the instructed amount of 'brown sugar' into a cup, and added brown food colouring. I laughed aloud as he poured it in, but didn't bother correcting him.

"Eggs," he said, putting in two whole eggs. "Weird. And chocolate chunks..." he shrugged, grabbed a chocolate bar, and tore it into pieces, which he then dropped in the bowl. "Great! No we just stick it in the oven for a few minutes!"

He did so; I silently hoped he would blow our house sky high. Regulus held out the bowl to me. "Want some?"

"Er... no," I said. Regulus shrugged, and stuck his finger in the bowl, bringing it up covered in batter. He stuck it in his mouth with a grin that quickly faded.

"Oh, gross!" he cried, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it. "I can't see how Sirius can stand those things! Blech!"

I decided not to mention it was probably the Sprite and egg shells.

"Now we wait," said Regulus. "Gee, I sure hope this works..."

I wanted to say that I did too, but I settle for, "I'm sure it will."

"Oh, making cookies?" Dad asked, walking in. He grabbed a spoon and scooped some of batter out, sticking it in his mouth. "Blech! What is in these!?"

"Do you think I was supposed to use something other than Sprite for baking soda?" Regulus asked. "Sirius can't have caffeine, though..."

Dad snorted. "Reg, baking soda isn't actual soda," he pulled a can of baking soda out of the cabinet. "This is baking soda."

"Oh..." said Regulus, turning red. "And I suppose there's actually something called brown sugar too?"

"And you aren't supposed to add eggshells," I said helpfully. "Or ice cream."

Dad peered at the ingredients list. "Next time, wait 'till you Aunt Carol gets home."

"Yeah, okay," Regulus blushed. "Do you think Sirius will like them?"

"Believe me," I said. "Knowing Sirius, he will."

Ten minutes later, the 'dog treats' came out of the oven, looking lopsided but otherwise unharmed. We voted against testing them, instead deciding to bring them to Sirius the next morning. Regulus had retired to his room to draw something, and I for one was completely bored.

"Dad, I'm gonna go for a walk," I decided. Dad nodded. "Keep an eye on Reg, will you? Don't let him in the kitchen."

Dad gave me an amused glance. "Based on what just happened? Not a chance."

I smiled; the kitchen had been left in shambles, flour and Sprite and egg everywhere. I chuckled and shook my head, wandering out of the house. I wondered vaguely if I should bring my wand... Nah, nothing would happen, it was just a walk; I wasn't even going into town.

I'd always liked the peaceful area right outside the town of Godric's Hollow. Our house was a few miles outside the town, and I'd always loved the little park nearby. But today, something seemed off. It was too quiet.

I'd learned not to trust 'too quiet'.

"You're worrying yourself over nothing," I told myself. "Quit worrying."

"Oh, I'd worry if I were you," My blood ran cold; I turned slowly on my feet, staring in horror as Death Eaters surrounded me. Voldemort smirked, his red eyes glinting. "Potter, is it?"

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth. "That'd be my name. What do you want?"

Voldemort's eyes flashed. "Revenge."

I blinked. "Okay; what'd I ever do to you?"

"Nothing, really," said Voldemort. "Your little friend did. He should have thought twice before taunting me, Lord Voldemort!"

My eyes widened. "Hey, lay off him, he's a kid. He taunts everyone."

"No one taunts Lord Voldemort!" Voldemort roared. "I will kill him myself, in person!"

I groaned. "Great, another person who wants my best friend dead."

"Tell me, how did your friend like my delayed curses?" Voldemort asked conversationally.

"Oh, yeah, he loved it," I said. "Told me to thank you for him."

Some of the Death Eaters looked confused; Voldemort's eyes flashed in annoyance.

"Just saying," I said.

"And you," said Voldemort suddenly, fixing his evil eyes on me. "You are the perfect bait."

"I hate to tell you," I said. "But Sirius can't come after me; he's somewhere he can't exactly escape very easily."

"I don't care," replied Voldemort. "Do you not have faith in your friend to come for you?"

"I do," I muttered. "That's what worries me."

"Will you come quietly?" Voldemort asked; I stared at him.

"Oh, yeah, sure," I retorted sarcastically. "Can I tell my parents where I'm going first? I'd hate to be kidnapped without their permission and all."

"Should we let him, milord?" asked a stupid Death Eater. I face-palmed.

"Oh, honestly, you lot are stupid!" I declared. "Of course I won't come quietly!"

With that, I reeled back and slammed my fist into Voldemort's face. He stumbled backwards, hissing in rage. "You fool! How dare you! Crucio!"

I rolled out of the way to the curse. Death Eaters came running at me from all directions; I stuck my foot out and tripped one of them, and punched another in the stomach, yelling at the top of my lungs. "VOLDEMORT! DEATH EATERS! COME QUICK!"

I hoped Dad would hear me. I elbowed another Death Eater in the face, and kicked the next one as hard as I could in the shin. He hopped away, cursing in pain. I grabbed a rock off the path, and threw it at the nearest Death Eater, before giving the next one a mouthful of dirt, dodging colourful spells the whole time. It must have been luck or adrenaline, because there was no way I'd have ever done this well otherwise.

"YOU FOOLS!" yelled Voldemort. "GET HIM!"

"Shut up, snake-face!" I shouted, slamming two Death Eaters' heads together, leaving them to stumble away, dazed. A horrible cutting spell hit my shoulder, and I put my hand to the wound, pulling away to find the hand drenched in blood. I shoved the hand into another Death Eater's face, and he freaked out, giving me time to punch him in the ribs. I desperately hoped that Dad would show up soon.

I heard a shout. "JAMES!"

"You idiots!" roared Voldemort. "Stupefy!"

I was so surprised that Voldemort hadn't used the Killing Curse that the jet of light caught me square in the chest, and my entire world went black.

A/N: Hullo! Don't kill me! The kidnapping was a friend's idea. You can find the actual recipe for the cookies here: ?evt19=1. Regulus messed it up a bit. Thank you to Accalia Silvermoon, N.E. Person, Theta-McBride, Lady Loophole, sk8boards4ever, and jeremiah123 for reviewing! Moony plushies for you, and some of Regulus's cookies if you're brave enough! :D Hope you enjoyed!

I do NOT own Harry Potter.