I LOVE YOU, GODAMMIT!

Chapter Three

A/N: Hey! How good is Nanowrimo? Yeah, I'm doing that. So... don't expect much from me for November. Why? Because this is the story for Nanowrimo! So, in October, there will be an influx of updates weekly! Yay ^^  

A/N: There will definitely an update on my BIRTHDAYYYYYYY!! (25th of November). Turning 13... man, being an 'official' teenager. Eck. 

A/N: This is the last 'instant' update until I return from my mum's. So yeah... have fun and be safe over the next two weeks~ ^^

A/N: P.S. I'm actually 14 now.

Chapter Three 

"MUM! Where's my socks?" 

"Have you checked the family owl cage?" 

"What would they be doing - oh, yeah, they're here. I'm going into the kitchen now, so don't you dare be snogging Dad when I'm walking in!" 

"Remus, get your owl off my owl!" 

"No, you get your owl out from under my owl!" 

"Don't be a smart arse, this is a Sirius cause! I don't know whether they're mating or whether your owl is trying to claw my owl's eyes out!" 

"Did you just make that pun, Sirius! DID YOU JUST MAKE THAT PUN?!" 

"Yes, I did." 

"Oh." 

"What type of spread would you like on your toast, Garen?" 

"How about your special spread?" 

"DAD!" 

"What? She makes the best jam and cheese mixture!" 

"She's the cat's mother!" 

"Speaking of cats being mothers, I think Tiff's giving birth via mouth!" 

"That's a fur ball, Padfoot. You, of all people should know what that is." 

"Shut it, you, otherwise I'll Siriusly maim you!" 

"DID YOU JUST MAKE THAT PUN AGAIN?!" 

"Calm down, brown cow!" 

"I AM NOT A COW!" 

"Fine then. Calm down, were-clown." 

"That was better. BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" 

"Will all of you SHUT UP and EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!" 

There was silence, finally, after Mrs Potter's surprisingly angry outburst. Remus hurried down the stairs, Sirius hurried in from the lounge room, and James immediately seated himself in a chair in the dining table. 

"Now, then. Since we're all calm and composed, how about some pancakes?" asked Mrs Potter pleasantly. She was met with silence. 

"Well? Do you want to have breakfast before you go to the Hogwarts Express?" 

Immediately, Remus and Sirius sat down on either side of James, all of them nodding. Mrs Potter placed three pancakes on each plate and said, "If you want more, they're in the pan on the stove." 

There was silence in the kitchen as the boys and Mr and Mrs Potter ate their breakfast at the dining table.  

Mrs Potter welcomed the peace, for she knew that once breakfast was over, all hell will break loose until they all apparated to Kings Cross station.  

The doorbell rang - once, twice, three times, four times, and then silence. The Potters, Remus and Sirius all glanced at each other. Then, a slam on the door indicated that someone needed to come in. Badly.