Breakfast And A Show:

Sirius woke up in a decidedly good mood. He bounded out of bed and into the shower, where he proceeded to spend half an hour washing his hair and belting out Beatles songs. The dog animagus then dashed out past some weird black-haired kid who looked like he was from somewhere between the islands of Amused and Disgruntled, if you catch my drift.

Humming under his breath and dressed in only his boxer shorts, he scampered down the stairs and began dancing around the room. Sirius leaped, twirled, boogied, waltzed, and shook his way through the common room. After tripping over three chairs, two tables, one couch, and a shocked redhead, he grabbed the girl he’d fallen over and fox trotted out of the portrait hole.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched him go, mouths hanging open in shock. James grinned at the looks on their faces.

“Hmm, I guess Sirius is a bit wore out this morning, eh, Remmy?”

Remus growled a little at the nickname but nodded. “Yeah, he didn’t go through his karate routine. And he only took one girl with him.”

“A-at least he had his boxers on this time, guys?” Peter muttered.

The infamous trio of Hogwarts, who’d faced trolls, werewolves, dementors, dragons, and Molly Weasley wielding a butcher knife, paled and shook in their plaid pajamas.

“What was he wearing?” whispered Ron fearfully, building up his courage.

“A towel.” Answered Remus disapprovingly. “A small, white, towel that barely covered him up.”

“Oh, dear.” Said Hermione shakily. To her credit, she didn’t faint.

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They found Sirius in the Great Hall, calmly eating his porridge, and still dressed in only boxers. Across from him sat the red headed girl that they’d only managed to catch a glimpse of earlier. To their utter shock and horror, she was having a (relatively) normal conversation with the villain, and even seemed to be laughing. Ron immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion.

“You brainwashed my sister, you escaped convict, you!” Now, while this would have been perfectly acceptable and even funny if the older Sirius was still alive and the one sitting there—in the Great Hall, in his boxers—it caused a series of gasps and groans from the people around him then.

“Ron!” hissed Hermione.

Sirius leapt up, toppling the bench over. “What did you call me?”

Ginny put a hand on his arm and smiled up at him. “He’s just trying to be funny, Siri.” She smiled sweetly. He slowly sat down.

Harry’s hands were fisted and he was trembling.

Remus, the only one who noticed, rolled his eyes. And this morning started out so well. He sighed. The things I do for my friends. He pounced on James and tackled him to the floor, where he immediately started tickling him. Sirius soon joined them and it became a regular wrestling session. Harry and Ron calmed down and ate their breakfast with the girls, laughing all the while.

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“So.” Asked Sirius. “How’d you get here?”

Ginny smiled flirtatiously and shrugged. “I bring a bunch of food every couple of days. I think the important question is, though, how did you get here, Siri?” She scooted closer to him on the bench and fluttered her lashes. Only she, Hermione, and Sirius noticed the murderous expression on Harry’s face. She flashed a quick wink towards Hermione.

“Well, see, we did this spell that requires tons of preparation and…”

“And dragged me into it.” Announced Lily from the doors. “Anybody got coffee?”

“Actually, yes.” Answered Ginny, pulling away from Sirius and pouring her a cup. “Lucky for you, Hermione got hooked on it when she visited her relatives in America recently.”

Lily plopped down between Ginny and Sirius, yawning and blinking blearily.

“Thanks.” She muttered when Ginny silently handed her a mug. She nursed and sipped it for a while as it cooled, then gulped it down. Suddenly, she started and pointed at Ginny.

“Where did you come from?” she exclaimed.
“My mother.” Answered Ginny dryly. Lily scowled and Ginny held up her hand. “I’m Ron’s sister.” She explained. “I bring them food every couple of days.” Lily nodded thoughtfully, grabbing the coffee pot and pouring herself another mug full.

“So…why were you hanging off the arm of a man twenty years older than you?”

Ginny blushed, but her color soon changed to an angry red. “Does it matter?” she snapped.

“No. Not at all.” Lily replied coolly, smirking over her third cup of black coffee. Ginny glanced at Harry. Lily caught it, and wiggled her eyebrows at the younger girl. She answered by shaking her fist.

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When Molly Weasley came to pick up her daughter, laughter filled the Great Hall. She tentatively opened the doors and saw two young men performing some sort of dramatic play.

“Romeo, oh Romeo,” cooed one, batting his eyelids insanely. “Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“I’m right here, babe.” Drawled the other. “Right in front o’ yer eyes. Are ya blind, then?”

“Oh, my sweet Romeo. You always know just how to make me feel better.”

Laughter floated to her ears, seeming to come from her daughter, son, foster son, Hermione, and three strangers, who were all sitting on benches or the floor in front of the two “actors”.

She cleared her throat. Every one of them turned towards her with a guilty look, except one of the actors, who went on, oblivious.

“Tsk. Leave me, Romeo. I like thee n—oof! What was that for?” His companion had elbowed him in the ribs, effectively ending his playacting. “I mean, honestly, Sirius, I was just getting into it.” He whirled on the other—finger upraised in admonishment, mouth open to scold—and finally noticed her. He froze, and paled.

“Who are you?” They asked at the same time. He laughed nervously.

“Um, well, you see…”

The other stepped forward, rolling his eyes at his friend’s behavior. “We’re the Marauders. We came forward in time, and won’t be able to leave for about a month. I’m Sirius, he’s Remus, that’s Peter, and glasses is James. Oh, and we brought Lily, just for good measure.” She wasn’t quite sure if his bow was mocking or just extremely elegant, she mused irrelevantly, as her jaw dropped to the floor.

“Remus Lupin! Of all the irresponsible, slow-witted things! I expected better of you! You’re supposed to be the responsible one!” she continued in this manner for several minutes, becoming completely unaware of what she was saying. Then she nodded firmly, and added;

“Oh, and by the way, I’m Molly Weasley, dears.” They all stared at her, speechless.

A/N: Looking back at this chapter, it seems more like something that belongs in Lilsilee And Me than this story, and I apologize. Also, this is unbeta-ed as of now, but I really wanted to get it up—after all, it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted! The new and improved version will be up shortly, I promise! Please review and give me ideas for improving this chappie and writing future ones. Thanks, all!