Chapter 17: Muggles Girls and Motorcycles

Year 2 begins.

I own nothing. I don't mind owning Nancy and Steve though XD They're going to be back later, you'll see. Oh and yes I totally got the names from Stranger Things XD

The Pettigrews lived in a quite neighborhood filled mostly with old people around the ages of 70-90, if they hadn't already departed the world yet. The neighborhood smelled of freshly mown grass, barbecues, and roses. Everywhere James looked he could see old people in jogging muggle clothes, muggle women with kids in their strollers or as Remus pointed out at one point that they were not kids- and in fact puppies, and clean cut brick houses. Peter lived in house 431. And it was by far the most interesting house James had ever visited.

"So how do we get it to work again Pete?" Sirius asked bouncing up and down before the dryer. James was fascinated by the box that magically delivered out warm clean clothes in a matter of minutes. If he had one of these he would never have to depend on his mum again for clean underwear.

Peter sighed from the table in the kitchen, where a mountain of toast stood along with a broken toaster. "Why don't you ask Remus?"

James and Sirius turned to Remus on the couch, who shook his head. "I told you how to work the toaster and look at it now. It's broken. Peter's toaster is broken. His mother is never going to let us come back here."

"We can just fix it Remmie." Sirius cooed pulling out his wand. Immediately three sets of hands came out from nowhere and pushed down on him pinning him to the floor.

"Sirius no wands!" Peter hissed. He shot up and looked through the window quickly. "I'm telling you the old people here see everything. Charles from 434 died last week and no one knows how but there are eyes everywhere now."

"Sirius give me your wand." James said snatching Sirius's wand away.

"And don't call me Remmie." Remus finished.

Sirius stood up and pretended to brush off dirt from his shirt. "Alright my bad. No sticks. " And to everyones surprise Sirius stuck his head out the window and screamed. "WE WON'T WAVE STICKS AROUND ANYMORE. OKAY PETER."

He grinned at them and looked pleased with himself. "See misunderstanding cleared."

Peter was not amused. "We're going outside."

"I promise I won't play with sticks." Sirius grinned. "You okay with that Remmie?"

Remus tackled Sirius. James rolled his eyes. "Come on Peter, let's leave them to it."

Peter shrugged and they both headed to Peter's backyard to grab Peter's bike. Peter's dad was an auto mechanic and when he heard that Peter was bringing friends over who had never ridden a bike before or had seen one- he immediately got started on a new project.

"I'm going to get the bikes." Peter told him. "They're in the shed."

James nodded and headed inside the open garage. There were small objects hung on the wall-James tried to remember the names Remus had told him. Hammer. Screwdriver. Wrench-something. There were wheels and a broken pieces of flat-wood in the corner and from the ceiling hung three large planes that Mr. Pettigrew had designed himself.

"How are the bikes coming along?" James asked Mr. Pettigrew. Mr. Edward Pettigrew was a tall man- almost 6'2" with blonde hair and a shifty grin that James admired. He was long and lean unlike Peter who had went 98% on his mother, save for his fathers blue eyes. Ms. Molly Pettigrew was a short witch about 5'2" with honey colored hair and a sweet smile. She loved to cook and bake and James was a bit worried about how she would accomplish that with a broken toaster- at least she had a wand.

"Ah James," Mr. Pettigrew greeted him. He stepped back from the wheel he was fixing and cleaned of his hands with a rag. "Good- I'm afraid I've only had time to finish one bike so only two of you will be able to ride. You can take turns?"

"We can take turns." James assured Mr. Pettigrew. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Mr. Pettigrew said. "And do me a favor and bring that toaster round here before Molly get's back home. She'll definitely have a fit."

"Will do sir." James saluted him.

Peter wheeled his bike in. "Hey dad. James hurry up and grab your bike- I need to get mine."

"Have fun!" Mr. Pettigrew called out. "Make sure to bring that toaster before you leave."

"Oh right." Peter said, remembering, "I forgot."

James put the brake on the bike like Peter had taught him. "You get your bike I'll go get the toaster-"

"And check on Remus and Sirius." Peter added before breaking into a run towards the shed.

"And that." James grinned. If he was lucky a broken toaster would be the only thing broken in the house.

"FINE REMMIE."

"FINE SIRI."

Remus and Sirius was sitting on opposite chairs the broke toaster sitting perfectly in the middle of the table along with a vase and 2 china plates. They looked up at James as he walked in.

"He did it."

"He did it."

"Are you sure about that Remmie?"

"As sure as ever Siri."

"Alright you lot- we're going riding." James said. "Help me carry this stuff to Mr. Pettigrew. He's going to fix it."

Sirius and Remus didn't move.

"I said let's go." James sighed. "You're not going to. Okay don't say I didn't warn you."

No response.

"Siri grab the plates," James instructed as he grabbed the toaster "And Remmie you get the vase."

Both Sirius and Remus turned to him.

"MY NAMES NOT REMMIE"

"MY NAMES NOT SIRI!"

"Well than get the stuff and lets go." James sighed. He propped open the back door as Sirius and Remus trudged out-both were glaring daggers at each other.

"Hey." Peter said riding towards them. "So dad only got two bikes- we're going to have to share."

"I'm not riding with him." Sirius and Remus said simultaneously.

"Good." Remus folded his arms. "I'm not riding with you either Siri."

"Fine. Peter you take Remmie. I'll take Siri." He grinned at them. "Siri grab the toaster will you-grab it."

Sirius sighed and took the toaster off his head and reluctantly followed James to the open garage where Mr. Pettigrew looked at them amused. "Blimey is there anything you boys didn't break?"

James set the broken vase and china plates down next to the broke toaster. "Sorry Mr. Pettigrew."

"Remus did it." Sirius said solemnly. "That's why he didn't bring them over. He feels very sorry."

"He's joking." James smiled. "Right Sirius."

"Absolutely." Sirius grinned. "Say hi to Moll's from me." Sirius added before strolling out the garage.

Mr. Pettigrew gave James a hard look. "He was joking about that too...sir."

James immediately regretted giving Sirius control of the bike - thirty seconds after when they were speeding down an increasingly steep hill.

"SIRIUS SLOW DOWN!" James shouted. He was close to falling out of his seat- and being a one person bike he wasn't liking his chances of falling.

"I CAN'T! I HAVE TO CATCH REMUS!" Sirius explained.

"BUT PETER IS THE ONE RIDING!"

"AND REMUS IS WITH HIM. HE CAN'T WIN!"

"IT'S NOT A RACE SIRI!"

"JUST FOR THAT I'M GOING TO HEAT IT UP A NOTCH!" Sirius grinned pedaling faster.

"SIRRRRRIIIIII!" James protested. Despite his many protests James was enjoying the thrill of being faster than ever. It was like being on a broomstick but on the ground. All he needed was a quaffle to throw around and a few hoops to throw them in.

"URN KACK!" James heard Peter's voice from somewhere ahead of them.

"What did he say?" Sirius asked James who shrugged. "I don't know. He's too far."

Remus and Peter were suddenly turning back and pedaling towards them shouting. "URN QUACK! URN QUACK!"

"WHAT?" James yelled.

"URN QUACK!" Remus yelled waving his hands.

"WHAT!" Sirius asked again, grinning.

"TURN BACK!" Peter yelled getting closer. "TURN BACK!"

"Ooooohhh he said turn back." James told Sirius.

"I know what he said." Sirius said. James had never seen Sirius Black panic. "I don't know how to stop it James!"

"The brakes!" James said pointing to where the brake was.

Sirius didn't listen and pedaled faster. "SIRIUS STOP IT!"

"I CAN'T JAMES!"

James could hear Remus and Peter's panicked cries and grabbed the handles from Sirius swerving them to the side before they could crash. He felt himself fall on the black asphalt ground, Sirius fell somewhere next to him.

James felt a strong hand pull him up and turn his face around. "Hey Nance, hand me the kit will you."

James blinked. He couldn't feel the right side of his face and it hurt like a thousand knives all at once.

"James! Sirius! Are you ok?" he could Peter's frantic voice calling out his name from somewhere on his right.

"Oh hey it's little Petey." A girl's voice this time. "How are you? I heard you were back from camp."

"Hey kid look up at me."

James looked up at the boy who had spoken. He had a mass of dark curls on his head followed by eyes that were covered with dark sunglasses. The girl behind had dark hair and caramel skin- and was wearing nothing except her underclothes!

"Nothing serious. I'd say you're good- where's your friend?"

Sirius was marveling at the bike that the boy was riding on. "What is this? It's bloody cool."

"You like my motorcycle?" The boy grinned. "Newest model too. What's your name again?"

"Sirius."

"Serious?"

"Not funny dude."

"Right my bad Serious."

"Hey blame my parents." Sirius grinned. He turned to the girl who was smiling at him. "And who are you?"

"Too old for you." The girl grinned. She turned to Peter. "Petey won't you introduce us to your friends?"

Remus pushed Peter forward who didn't look to happy about the fact. "Guys this is Nancy and her- friend Steve."

"Oh come on Petey," Nancy grinned. "Don't be shy. Say the word. I want to hear you say it."

Peter sighed. "Steve is her- boyfriend."

"See how easy that was Petey?" She reached over and kissed Steve pulling off his sunglasses and wearing them. Steven grinned and sat on his 'motorcycle', Nancy behind him.

"This is James." James smiled. "Remus." Remus waved. "And you know Sirius."

"Oh yeah serious boy." Steve smiled. "Well I hope we'll see you around. Stay off the roads until you know how to ride those bikes will you."

Steve kicked the engine and the pair sped away laughing. James, Sirius and Remus turned to Peter.

"Petey?" James cracked a grin.

"We used to play together until she started dating Steve." Peter explained embarrassed.

"Dude she's like older than you."

"I know!" Peter said rolling his eyes. "Let's go."

"I wan't a motorcycle."

"She wasn't wearing anything." James pointed out. "What's up with that?"

"She was wearing a bikini." Remus explained.

"A what?" James turned to Remus.

"And you would know a lot about that wouldn't you Remus?" Peter smirked.

"I wan't a motorcycle." Sirius said again.

"I know Muggle girls wear them when they go swimming." Remus said.

"We have a community pool." Peter added.

"I wan't-"

"A motorcycle." Remus shook his head. "Got it Sirius."

"My mom should be able to fix that cut when she get's back." Peter said looking at James' face. "It's a miracle Sirius didn't get hurt."

"I swerved last minute when I saw the motorcycle thing." James explained. "Hey where's Sirius?"

The three of them turned to where Sirius was walking in the opposite direction.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" James screamed.

"I'm going to the pool."

"WHY?"

Sirius grinned. "I didn't sneak out the most ancient house of Black for nothing you know."

Remus gave Sirius an odd look. "Why did you sneak out?"

Sirius shrugged. "I felt like it."

Peter looked at James in awe. "You can just sneak out like that? My mom would kill me."

Sirius nodded as they followed him to the pool. "Mine too probably. You don't even know."

"Wait why are we going to the pool again?" James asked realizing Sirius hadn't answered his question.

"Muggle girls." Sirius grinned.

James froze. "Well it is a bit hot now that you mention it. The pool would be great."

Peter turned to Remus who shrugged. "Maybe for a little while."

Peter sighed and they all shifted around, Peter taking the lead- since Sirius was going the wrong way. "I don't know why I'm doing this."

"You know exactly why." James grinned punching Peter and turning to Remus. "You too, Remmie."

Remus just rolled his eyes and kept a straight face.

"Hey did I mention that I want-" Sirius started as the other three rolled their eyes.

"A motorcycle. We know, Sirius."