-We're off to London, Potter!-
Sirius wakes him up by jumping upon his bed. James doesn't lift his head off the pillow.
- Good Merlin, what time is it?
-Time to go to London, Potter!
He pushes him, pulls the covers off, pulls his pillow from under his head that amusingly bounces in the mattress.
- Did you drink flea lotion?
- I did not! But do you know where I can buy it? In London, Potter!
Sirius's enthusiasm can be devastating. His energy is a Biblical plague. Apocalipsis included.
- Why don't you give me five more minutes?
-Because this isn't London, Potter!
In the end, he gets up. Protesting.
- You'll make me hate that name.
- What name? Potter?
- London.
- Man, don't say that. London might be offended.
- And what is IT going to do? Not be there when we get there?
- Don't give IT ideas!
They go out on Sirius's motorcycle. Between warnings from his mother and warnings from his father saying they must be careful and come back in one piece.
- HOLD YOUR PANTS LONDON, HEEEERE WE GO!!!!!!!!! - Sirius yells when they start the bike.
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Marauder crack
FanfictionHere I bring to you, native and non-native English speakers, the English transcription of Marauder!Crack by Irati, a fanfiction that revolutionized the fanfiction world of Harry Potter, more concretely the Marauder's Era in Hispanoamerica. I am not...
