SIRIUS: "what kid?"
REMUS: "the kid, he had a dad�"
SIRIUS: "the dad-guy we used to hang out with?"
REMUS: "the one who wore shirts?"
SIRIUS: "not that one. The one who breathed�"
REMUS: "oh!, wait, they all wore shirts."
SIRIUS: "I didn�t"
REMUS: "you didn�t wear pants either"
SIRIUS: "you wish"
REMUS: "you wish I wish!"
SIRIUS: "you wish I wish you wish!"
REMUS: "harry! The kid of�of�of the guy."
SIRIUS: "harry? Oh�yeah...the kid with the hair.."
REMUS: "and�the lungs? No, the scar! Yeah! He lives with the people�"
SIRIUS: "lets go visit him!"
REMUS: "what the hell! We got nothing better to do"
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"Harry! Harry! Its me! It�s Sirius! The guy who murdered all those people, but really didn�t!" the last four words spoken by Sirius were drown out by a belch eruption from Remus. Remus laughed.
"Better out than in�the pony? God im messed up!" Remus said, as he jumped onto a bush. "mommy!" be squealed, at the sight of a very large purple man in the driveway of number four privet drive.
Harry emerged from his window. Really. He fell out. He landed on a bush with a yell. He stood up to face Sirius.
"Harry!" Sirius said, "there�s 3 of you! Wowie!"
Harry was slightly disturbed at the present state of his godfather. But far more disturbed at the fact that his former DADA teacher was rolling on the ground at uncle Vernon�s feet squealing what sounded like "marshmallow toads! Mommy! I see the acorn of puberty!"
Uncle Vernon looked more disturbed than harry.
"Who are you?" yelled Vernon, making his way back to his house.
"Why! I�m the ice-cream man!" said Remus cheerfully
"And I�m a murderer! I kill things! It�s a passion of mine, really" said Sirius as proud as a drunk guy can be.
Vernon looked to harry. "Who are they?"
Harry pointed to Remus. "He�s a werewolf, and a former teacher of mine." Remus ran into the side of the Dursley�s house.
"And him?" demanded Vernon, jerking his head toward Sirius.
"Oh, him?" Harry said casually. "That�s my godfather. The man how escaped prison. Convicted of killing 13 people, He came to my school, to kill me. But not really. He came to kill a guy he already killed. But he was a rat. And he got away. Sirius was mad, and on the run. But he�s free now." Harry glanced at Sirius who was yelling, "follow the butterflies! They�ll lead us to the moo-moo baby of post-it notes!" to a tree. "He�s drunk too, apparently." Harry had quite a way of explaining things.