"I swear, if Sirius has gotten himself in trouble, I'm going to murder him," I muttered as we walked into town. Regulus glanced at me curiously.

"But not really, right?" he asked. I chuckled and shook my head. "Good; he may be annoying, but he's family."

"True," I said. "We'll look for him, and just in case we'll tell people we lost our dog. Then at least we could find him in both forms."

"Actually," said Regulus, suddenly grinning. I followed his gaze and grinned as well. "I don't think we'll need to. Wish I brought a camera."

And so did I. Sirius was clearly not happy, sitting in dog form beside a little girl who couldn't have been older than seven. I wondered vaguely if maybe I could see the future, because this was exactly what I thought might happen.

Padfoot was in a frilly, pink princess dress, complete with a bow and pink collar. If it hadn't been for the fact that he'd run off and scared us, I'd've felt bad for him. He caught site of Regulus and me and glowered at us, looking decidedly embarrassed for a dog.

"C'mon," I muttered to Regulus, who was giggling to himself. "Let's go rescue to poor kid."

"But we can keep him in the dress, right?" asked Regulus, and I laughed. We walked up to Padfoot and the girl, still chuckling.

"Hi," I said to the girl, and she smiled at me. "Did you find this doggie recently?"

Sirius looked put out at being called a doggie, but the girl nodded.

"Earlier today," she said, beaming. "Is he yours, mister? Mummy sent me out to try to find his owners."

"Yes, he's mine," I told her. "Thanks for finding him, kiddo."

"No problem!" she said, grinning from ear to ear. "Sorry I dressed him up."

"Oh, it's fine," I said, and Regulus decided to stop trying to hide his snickers. Padfoot glared at him. "You've excellent taste, don't you think so, Paddy?"

Padfoot glowered at me again. The little girl giggled. She handed over the leash she had attached to Padfoot's collar. "I hope Mummy will let me get my own puppy!"

"You did a great job with Padfoot; I'm sure she will," I ruffled the little girl's hair. "Thank you again."

She waved cheerfully as we walked away. When we made it inside the wards of our house, Sirius promptly turned human again. Unfortunately for him, the dress, collar, and bow were still on him. Regulus and I exchanged glances, then burst into laughter.

"Oh, shut up," he muttered, "and get this thing off me."

"Sorry, mate," I chortled. "You're wearing that until we get home; punishment for running off and all."

"Prat," he grumbled.

I just grinned at him.

Dad had been highly amused by Sirius's new outfit, but Sirius retreated to his room before we could get picture evidence. In fact, he'd been there since we got back, and now I was a bit worried about his mental state (when Sirius locks himself in his room, something is wrong with him).

"Okay, he's been up there for two hours," I huffed, crossing my arms and sitting next to Dad on the couch. "That's plenty of time to get out of that bloody dress. Something's going on."

"He did look a bit down," mused Dad.

"You don't think he's upset about us teasing him?" I asked nervously. "I mean, it was all in good fun but he might not think so..."

"I'm sure that's not it," said Dad comfortingly. "But it wouldn't hurt to ask him."

I nodded. "Alright. Know where Reg is?"

"In the kitchen," said Dad. "I'd stay out if I were you. I'm tempted to mark the place as a crime scene every time he goes in there."

I snorted, but took his advice and steered clear of the kitchen on my way upstairs. Once I reached Sirius's room, I knocked hesitantly. There was the sound of something being dropped.

"Go away!" came Sirius's voice, sounding panicked.

"Padfoot?" I asked. "Are you okay in there?"

"I'm fine, go away."

"Sirius, I'm really sorry about teasing you earlier," I said, wriggling the doorknob only to find it locked. "I didn't mean to make you upset."

"No, no, it's fine," came the quick reply. "I don't want to talk right now. You did nothing wrong, okay? Bye!"

Now I knew something was up.

"Padfoot, open the door," I said.

"Bye, Prongs," he said, a bit more forcefully.

"I'll bust it down if I have to, Padfoot," I warned him. "Open the door."

"No! Go away!"

"Sirius-"

"I said go away!"

There was certainly no need for me to bust down the door, because as he said this, the door came flying of the hinges towards me. I dove for the floor as it hit the wall. Pieces of splintered wood fell around me. I looked up. Sirius was standing in the doorway, looking incredibly terrified.

"Sirius?" I exclaimed in shock, wondering just how he'd done that. This managed to shake him out of his stupor, and he rushed forward and began pulling pieces of wood away from me, stammering a hundred apologies a minute even though I was unharmed.

Eventually, I got fed up and grabbed his arms. "How did you do that?"

"I don't know," he admitted after a long moment, staring at me with huge eyes. "That's- that's why I ran off. You know, I grabbed a can of peanut butter from the kitchen but it wouldn't open and I got frustrated and BOOM! It exploded! I cleaned up the mess, but I thought if that could happen when I'm frustrated, imagine what might happen when I'm angry and-"

"Woah, slow down," I said. "Sounds like accidental magic to me. Not sure why it's happening now, after four years of schooling, but it's normal."

"I'm dangerous."

"You're not," I said.

"I threw a door at you!" he exclaimed.

"On accident," I retorted. "I'm fine, aren't I?"

He was silent for a moment. "James... I have this feeling that it's more than accidental magic."

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Then we'll work it out together. Just don't hole yourself up in your room anymore, and definitely don't run off!"

He smiled. "Thanks, James."

"Not a problem," I beamed. "Now, do you want to know your brother's Animagus form or not?" Sirius's eyes lit up. "I hear he's raided the kitchen."

Sirius grinned. "This ought to be good."

"Hey, you managed to get Sirius out of his room!" Regulus grinned as we walked into the kitchen/disaster zone. "About time, too. Hey, have you seen the peanut butter?"

Sirius reddened. "No, I haven't seen the peanut butter. What makes you think I've seen the peanut butter. Why don't you ask James?"

I rolled my eyes and nudged him. "Like that's not obvious and all. Besides, he was asking me."

If possible, Sirius's face went even more red.

"Alright, Siri, what did you do with the peanut butter?" Regulus asked, crossing his arms.

Sirius muttered something unintelligible under his breath. Regulus raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"Accidentally blew it up," Sirius said, shuffling awkwardly. Regulus blinked.

"How'd he manage that?"

"Same way he blew the door at me," I shrugged. "He doesn't know and neither do I."

Regulus, for his part, looked dumbfounded.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," said Sirius impatiently. "Jamie says you've got your form, Reggie. What is it?"

Regulus grinned. "I'm a fox!"

"Awesome, Reggie!" Sirius beamed. "That's pretty close to a dog, right?"

"I think so," said Regulus. "Hey, Padfoot, when I'm done do you wanna try my no-bake cookies?"

"Ah... I'm good," he said quickly.

Regulus pouted, and being the good brother I am, I took pity on him and said: "I'll try them, Reg."

Sirius stared at me like I was mad, but Reg's face lit up and he hugged me. "Yay, thanks Jamie!"

"Tell you what," said Sirius after a moment. "If James tries them and survives, then I'll try them."

Regulus just rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, a flash of light filled the kitchen along with a happy exclamation: "Good news!"

The light faded to reveal Remus, Peter, and Regulus, all obviously from the original timeline. The most striking, though, was that they were all beaming.

"Good news?" I asked, as Sirius (who I'm pretty sure has only seen people visit from the future once, and even then he thought it was a prank) stared at them and Regulus giggled. "That's a first from you lot."

"Yeah, yeah," said Remus. "You'll be happy to know that we managed to take out Bellatrix."

"I managed to take out Bellatrix," said Regulus (from the future) proudly.

"Great job!" I grinned. "What'd you do, feed her poisoned cookies or something?"

All three stared at me blankly. Sirius leaned over. "I'm pretty sure only the Reg here would do that."

I nodded solemnly. "Too true."

"Hey," said Peter, looking very confused. "What's wrong with Sirius's hair?"

"It doesn't look that bad, does it?" Sirius frowned, pulling some of his hair in front of his face to inspect it. I rolled my eyes.

"It looks fine, Pads," I assured him, before turning to the trio from the future. "So you notice the hair and not the whole Reg is floating ordeal?"

"Hey, mini me is floating!" future Reg beamed. I face-palmed.

"If you haven't noticed," I said dryly. "Nothing here is ever normal; you know, we've got Regulus with his frying pan and anti-gravity problem; Sirius, who randomly speaks a different language and now seems to have superpowers; and me, who can unfortunately control the elements."

"Unfortunately?" Remus exclaimed. "Who're you kidding? That's amazing!"

"I want to fly," pouted Reg. "That sounds fun. And bloody useful too! And-"

He stopped suddenly, and looked down at his younger counterpart, who'd gotten bored just standing around and had decided it would be fun to see how long it would take his older counterpart to notice him poking him. Noticing Reg looking, Regulus beamed. "Hiya."

"Are you quite done?" asked Reg.

"No," was his reply.

I just gave future Reg a look saying: "Sorry, mate, you gotta wait this one out."

With a resigned sigh, Reg said: "Well, hurry up, will you?"

"Kay."

Five pokes later, he stopped, smiled contently, and went back to making his cookies.

"You get used to it," Sirius offered after an awkward moment of silence.

Reg looked at me. "I blame you, James."

"Hey!" I exclaimed indignantly. "We all know it was Sirius's fault."

"My fault?"

"Well, it typically is your fault."

"Not always."

"Pretty much."

"What about that time when-"

"That was your idea; no way are you pinning that on me."

"But then the time when-"

"You blew up the Christmas Tree! How was that not your fault?"

"Well, what about when-"

"Oh, don't get me started on that."

"You're not even-"

"Letting you finish? Course not, you're too predictable."

The three from the future just stared at us.

"How do you do that?" asked Peter after a minute.

"Unfortunately," grumbled Sirius. "James has known me two years longer than I've known myself."

"Technically," I said. "Soon you'll be all caught up. Since... you know."

"Actually," said Sirius. "You relived two years and therefore you've known me two years longer than I've known myself. Well, you know, except the fact we didn't know each other before Hogwarts."

"Which defeats the whole logic," I deadpanned.

Remus just shook his head bemusedly, looking rather melancholy. "It's so nice to see you two like this again. The way things used to be; you know?"

The smile slid from my face. "Sometimes... sometimes it feels like nothing ever happened." I paused. "I kinda feel guilty about that though."

"Aw, Jamie," chuckled Sirius, laying a hand on my shoulder. "When are you going to learn to just be happy?"

I gave him an amused look. "Didn't you tell me recently that I was getting better?"

"Getting," he emphasized. "Not there yet, mate. See, what you need is some serious therapy sessions (but not from me, because that might make things worse)."

"We're all getting there," said Reg. "And I think it helps to know that you're here fixing things, James."

I smiled warmly at him. "Glad to know."

"We're gonna go now," said Peter. "It was good seeing you! Tell Lils we said hi."

"Tell Lils we all want to be invited to your wedding," grinned Remus.

"Oi, we're fifteen!"

"Seventeen, technically," teased Reg. He turned his attention briefly to Regulus (who was trying to open a new peanut butter). "Bye, mini me! Good luck with your cookies!"

"Thanks," beamed Reggie, as the peanut butter popped open. "Aha! Finally!"

"Bye guys," said Remus, and all three of them disappeared.

"So..." said Sirius after a moment. "What's this I hear about you and Lily getting married?"

"Sirius!"

A/N: I'm alive! And done with my summer work, too! YAY! I feel like this is a very filler-y chapter, but at least I introduced something that will play a big role later on. ;) Hope everyone enjoyed Padfoot in pink. XDD Big thanks to my reviewers Lady Loophole, Bob the Other Zombie, N. E. Person, and sk8boards4ever (pick: virtual Padfoot in pink plushies or some of Reg's no-bake cookies).

By the way, if anyone couldn't tell, when I said Reg I generally meant future Reg. :P

I still don't own HP.