It Begins

"Really, Black, you can't perform a simple incantation. Your wand might as well be shoved up your-"

"Yeah, well, your hair's greasy."

"What a ridiculous, overused comeback. Can't you come up with something a little better?"

Sirius paused for a moment, then replied, "Yes. Let's have a huge nose that you stick into business that is not your own, you're bitter and infuriating, if anything, *you're* the one with the wand stuck up your arse . . . wait, wait. We can't be too sure of that one. It might be too tight-"

"Oh really..." Severus heaved a heavy sigh of annoyance.

"No, no, Snivelus, I'm not done yet." Sirius looked the ceiling and stroked his smooth chin thoughtfully. "You're a slimy Death Eater who has nothing better to do than torment my godson because of the former childish antics of his father and myself. You make potions. Potions! Of all forms of magic, those have GOT to be the most BORING. Oh yeah, you're BORING." Severus opened his mouth to say something, but Sirius continued, "No, NO, Snivelus. I'm not done yet. Almost, though. And this last one is the most important of all . . ."

". . ."

". . . your hair's greasy." Feeling proud of himself, Sirius tucked his wand into his robes and looked at his rival as if to say, 'What now?'

Severus rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to his cauldron where he just happened to be brewing an Aging Potion. Potions boring indeed. He'd show childish Black boring. He'd turn Black into a child! It was rash decision made by a very angry, bitter man, but Snape couldn't help but find the humor in his idea as he "accidently" knocked the cauldron in Sirius's direction, allowing its contents to soak his opponent.

"What the-?"

In quick retaliation, the other wizard knocked the cauldron back in the Potion Masters's direction.

It took about 3 minutes for the potion to take effect, but the result was two very confused, unclothed 5 year olds blinking at eachother.

"Where are we?" Severus asked. He cuddled closer to the mass of adult robes that surrounded him. It was cold and dark in this strange place, and they weren't wearing anything. "Sirius?"

"I don't know," Sirius replied after a while. "Where's Teddykins?" He looked around for Teddykins, his stuffed bear, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then his eyes rested on his companion. "What have you done with him? When we find someone, I'm telling!"

"I didn't touch your damned Teddykins!" Severus snapped.

"Oh! You said a naughty word!"

"Shut up!"

"What the-"

Both boys looked up to see a thoroughly befuddled man with a youthful face, but slowly graying hair. Remus Lupin had realized that his loveable pet dog had skulked off to harass Severus quite some time ago, but only now had he decided to come make sure that the two weren't killing eachother. Unfortunately he hadn't counted on something like *this* happening.

He blinked.

The two small children blinked back.

"Severus? Sirius?"

"Yes?" they chirped.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Moony!" Sirius giggled. "Moony! Moony! MOONY!" He cocked his head back and made a horrible impression of a howling wolf at the ceiling. Remus cringed, but smiled as the boy rushed forward and hugged his leg.

"That's right, Sirius. I'm Moony," he said gently, ruffling the little boy's hair. Sirius tugged on his pant leg. "What?"

"Carry me!" Sirius gave him a toothy grin, outstretching his arms eagerly. Remus obliged, shifting this extremely small version of his best friend against his side, so the small head could rest comfortably against his chest. He then focused on Severus, who stood shyly by.

"Severus, do you know who I am?"

"Remie," the black-haired boy said quietly.

Remus smiled warmly and offered his free hand to the small child. "Lets get you two into some clothes and take a trip to Professor Dumbledore's office. Then we can get something to eat."

Severus looked doubtfully at the hand at first before taking it. Remus squeezed comfortingly, and eventually, Severus found himself cuddling to the older man's pant leg.

"Good," Remus beamed. "Let us go."