amaqzing story! i loved every minute of it! you are brilliant!

wow! great chapter! loved all the action!

love how this flu is traveling! i wonder who will catch it next? a slytherin perhaps? life would be fun if it were malfoy... or snape... or even reggie black!

i cant believe that phinny just punched him like that! he coyuldnt fit back! thats low. great dialogue in this chapter! love all the humor!

very creative hex for james! and i love wht he did to the dorm! poor peter cooped up all alone with him!

i love phinny! she is hilarious! great story!

That was sad! Are they ever going to end up together? Good story though. Don't stop the plot there! You HAVE to create a sequel.
~Liz(ardz94)

very funny. good job.

i just found this! its really well written! im putting it on favorites!

~podge

I understand how Sirius feels. It hurts. It really hurts.

O... My... God...
I can't believe that only 36 people (not including myself obviously) have reviewed you! You have to be one of the greatest writers on fanfiction I've seen so far! Seriously unfair! I've seen very, very sucky stories done by people who can't even write get more reviews than this masterpiece! I used to think that Mrs. Tater was the best out there, but I severely doubt that. You have officially made my year.
Seriously awesome.

"It's Sunday, Moony." James stretched wide and winced as several of his vertebrae popped back into line. "I hope you're not doing homework this early — Sirius will kick your sorry arse if you're not procrastinating like we taught you to."

Heh heh. Lovely.
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Swearing angrily, James pulled off his glasses and began to rub his temples. "Not again," he muttered. "Peter, you gave the whatsit to Sirius now. Lovely **, thanks Pete."

Sirius gasped, his eyes rushing back into focus. "James Phineas Potter!" he squealed. "I will not have you utter such vulgarity in my presences. I am sure Remus and Peter would agree with me."

"Yeah," Remus snorted with laughter, "James-Phineas. I reckon we'll have to clean your mouth out with soap."

"Oh ** off, you." James gave his chortling friend a shove. "Sirius, you curse more then all three of us put together. Hell, the day isn't complete for you unless you uses the words "**" and "Mother" in the same sentence. Don't you remember?"

"You must have me mistaken," Sirius said solemnly, "with someone else. Mothers are sacred, you know. As is the right of intercourse. Never should the two of them be mixed, my randy fellow."

"Oy," Peter winced, his hands moving to cover his face. "He's gone."

Oh. My. Sirius is off his rocker.
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"Oh, my eyes must have gone dead," Sirius murmured to himself, still staring past his friends, "for I see heaven. Tell me, young James, what is that angel's name?"

Sirius, NEVER say those words again. I'm warning you now!
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"Sirius will be fine, Pete," James said, prodding at his own lunch with an index finger. "We had to tie him to the chair — didn't want to give him a chance to give the flu to someone else."

"Oh, I wasn't talking about Sirius. I was talking about Remus," Peter looked down the Gryffindor table then shifted his glance across the Great Hall. "Closed in a room with I'm-So-Bloody-Poetic,-Sonnets-Fly-Out-My-Arse Padfoot . . . How can he stand it?"

(snorts) Lovely, Peter.
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"I think," James commented to Remus and Peter as the forth Marauder began to give his behind a little scratch, "that Padfoot is back to normal."

"Normal, eh?" Sirius raised a bemused eyebrow. "Normal compared to what?"

"Normal compared to this morning," Remus replied flatly. "When you were reciting Shakespeare and hugging trees."

Heh, heh.
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Phinny? A Slytherin? Oy.

~Elladora

" need an adult! I need an adult!"hilarious..cudos to Peter and Chris from Family Guy. hehehe I salute thee!

Malfoy, Snape, Nott, and the rest of the Slytherins let out a loud laugh, apparently finding the whole thing quite amusing. Sirius was just about to climb over his seat and deal out several bloody lips, when someone came bolting forward and tackled Malfoy, knocking down both Snape and Nott along with him. Sirius paused for a while, taking in the sight of Peter Pettigrew pounding down upon his Slytherin victims, then sounded out with an approving whoop before joining his fellow Marauder in the fray. Several other Gryffindors, quickly catching sight of what was happening, rushed in to enter the brawl. A batch of fuming Slytherins rushed forward next, trying desperately to even up the odds. Soon, both houses were locked in battle with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws cheering madly — no one seemed to remember that a Quidditch game was going on above them all. Even Micah Hillis was too enthralled with the fight in the stands and took to blow by blow commentary.

I never thought I'd say this but... Peter rules!

Hi, i liked your story! It was great! ;P