The Many Misadventures of the Young Marauders

A/N: Oh man, I'm so sorry guys! I've had this chapter written for SO long and I've been writing my NaNoWriMo novel, so I've had no kind of time to type this up. So right now, I have a mo' and I'll type it out for you guys :D And another Remus/Third Person POV because, its my favourite :D ...I think I'm going to go for a Sirius next time because I am pretty much a Sirius reincarnate.

Of Ceilings and Sirius

Remus was hanging from a rafter supporting James Potter's roof, his arms hanging loosely over his head, the force of gravity slowly taking the toll on the grip of his legs on the thin piece of wood. Sirius sat far below, in a pile of wood, plaster and stray rubble, a forlorn expression on his small face, looking up at Remus in his perilous position with a helpless sigh, and he fell back against the small hill and stared at the ceiling, willing a spark of brilliance to reveal itself within the bowels of his six-year-old mind.

Remus thought back to the beginning of their adventure- for lack of better word- biting back a scowl, partly from thinking on his stupidity at being suckered into yet another one of Sirius' schemes and partly because another splinter had just punctured the soft underside of his leg. He doubted he would fall even if he let go, if only for the sheer amount of splinters pinning him to the wood. The sharp pain brought his mind back to the beginning of the adventure, where the pain was not so very different than this.

Sirius was standing on Remus' finger, ignoring his many exclamations of pain and pleas for him to please move his fat bum off of his appendages thank you, while he felt a wall of the Potter manor with apt interest, running his small hands along each crack and crevice. What he was looking for, Remus knew not.

The wall jumped open with a BANG and Sirius jumped off of Remus' hand to run inside with a delighted squeal. Remus stared at the wall with undisguised incredulity before giving a series of rapid blinks and slowly as if in a daze, following Sirius into the hole.

As he stepped into the hole, he was overcome with the smell of old magic and dust. He sneezed.

A low creaking filled his ears along with a lone shout of glee accompanying it.

"Remus! Remus! D' you hear that? D' you?" Sirius questioned frantically, tripping slightly over his words in his excitement, jumping up and down.

"Come here, now then? Come here!"

Remus walked toward him and saw he was standing next to a particularly dilapidated floorboard, prodding it with his foot, clapping his hands at the creaking noise each time it sounded, and getting braver, first putting half of his weight onto the obviously delicate floor board, then moving on to standing on top of it, jumping up and down, the noise sounding more vicious by the second.

And then it stopped. The sound replacing it chilled me to the bone and a sound that I knew all too well. The sound of crashes and destruction, cracks and bangs; the sound of Sirius falling into yet another disaster and the sound signalling me to help him out.

I heaved a distressed sigh, but true to my call, I stared down into the hole, looking with sharp eyes to detect any movement, ears trained to any sound of apparent pain.

"Nghh...," I heard.

"Sirius?" I questioned into the hole, my voice echoing slightly in the blackness.

"Right nasty fall...," Sirius grumbled, then suddenly his voice turned bright, "Remus, you have to get down here!"

"Are you joking?" I asked dryly.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" he replied.

"I can't see you," I pointed out.

"Oh."

There was a pause.

"I didn't look like I was joking, just so you know."

Then, abruptly, a small hand shot out of the hole and grabbed my foot.

I fell into the hole and I subconsciously agreed with Sirius about the nastiness of the fall.

"Agh. What'd you do that for?" I grumbled, pushing my sore body off of the ground and rotating my shoulder joint and blinking slightly at the loss of light.

"Well, If you weren't being such a wanker, then I wouldn't have had to, wouldn't I now then?" he said without much enthusiasm, inspecting the dust-lined walls with a vigour I once thought impossible from a boy who had just fell about ten feet into a hole.

I looked up at him, "Language, Sirius."

"You sound like my mother."

Silence consumed them for a moment before the unthinkable happened.

...Or not so unthinkable, considering.

The whole floor dropped out from under us and as we were falling I screamed to Sirius, "WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO?" and got the sarcastic reply of, "Language, Remus." My leg connected with something solid and I lashed out, desperate to catch on something- anything- and my wish was fufilled. My eyes screwed shut as the first of many splinters impaled itself into my leg. I opened my eyes just in time to see Sirius whiz by my head and I noticed with a detached sort of amusement that he was screaming.

2 hours later, here we were, sitting in silence until Sirius asked with laughter in his voice,

"Did I just fall up?"