Life Set to Music

Life Set to Music

I Get Around

A/N: So it's finally here….the last chapter in this series! I hope you'll like this one…

Disclaimer: Yes….I am JK Rowling AND the Beach Boys. I am several people….all at once.

Godric's Hollow was anything but quiet. Baby Harry was teething, and he seemed to be hell-bent on vocalizing his pain.

Loudly.

"Sirius!"

"What is it Lily-pill?" Sirius called back to her as he sat in the kitchen, eating some Cherry Garcia ice cream. A fidgeting Harry let out sporadic cries of discontentment.

"Can you be helpful for once and--"

"Lily! I'm always helpful! I am the very definition of gentlemanly helpfulness!" Sirius lamented, cutting her off.

A snort cam from the living room, "Riiiiight."

"No comments from the peanut gallery!" chided Sirius, looking hurt.

James Potter, who was sorting through some Order documents, rolled his eyes at his friend. Harry let out a loud wail of anguish from his high-chair, his bright green eyes shimmering with unshed tears as his small, pudgy face grew red.

"Sirius, if you're so helpful," Lily said as she bustled from one room to the next, trying to collect the laundry which seemed to be scattered around the entire house, "Try and cheer Harry up so he stops wailing like a banshee."

Sirius snapped to attention and saluted her. She rolled her eyes hurried down the hall, her arms laden with socks and shirts.

Sirius turned to his godson, a look of determination on his face.

"Alright chub-chub…let's get down to business."

With a flick of his wand, a record player materialized on the kitchen table. Harry gurgled his curiosity. And then he let out a wail as he stuffed a hand in his mouth, trying to get rid of the pain of his arriving baby teeth.

Sirius flicked his wand again, and a record flew from the living room into his hands.

"Now Harry, as your godfather, it is my responsibility to teach you about being cool and getting women. So I have here, for your listening enjoyment, The Beach Boys," Sirius said, showing the record cover to Harry. He reached out a sticky hand to touch it, but Sirius moved it out of his grasp.

"No, no. No touching Harry m'boy," he gently reprimanded as he pulled the record from it's cardboard sheath and placed it on the player, "Now listen, as the Beach Boys and I teach you a thing or two about playin' it cool."

He moved the needle of the record player to the appropriate spot, and then he immediately began to sing along to the catchy beat.

"Round, round, get around, I get around! Yeah!"

Get around, round, round, I get around

"I get around!"

Get around, round, round, I get around

"From town to town,"

Get around, round, round, I get around

"I'm a real cool head!"

Get around round round I get around

"I'm makin' real good bread!"

Harry let out a small giggle, and sucked on his fingers, his eyes twinkling up at his godfather. Sirius smiled widely and began to shimmy around the kitchen.

"I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down the same old strip. I gotta find a new place where the kids are hip," Sirius sang, using his wand as a make-shift microphone.

"My buddies and me are getting real well known. Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone!" Sirius belted out, standing gallantly as he raised a fist in the air, "I get around!"

That was when James hurried dramatically into the kitchen, his socks allowing him to slide across the floor as he stuck a pose, singing, "Get around, round, round, I get around!"

Harry clapped his hands excitedly, bouncing in his seat as his father smiled at him and danced around the kitchen with Sirius.

"From town to town,"

"Get around, round, round, I get around!"

"I'm a real cool head!"

"Get around, round, round, I get around!"

"I'm makin' real good bread!" belted Sirius, growing steadily louder.

"Get around, round, round, I get around!"

"I get around!"

"Round!"

"Get around, round, round, oooo!" crooned James.

"Wah wa ooo! Wah wa ooo! Wah wa ooo!" They chorused together to the delight of baby Harry, who gurgled his amusement as he reached out sticky fingers to his father and godfather. James un-strapped his son from the highchair and twirled him around the kitchen.

Sirius danced around James and Harry as he sang, changing some of the lyrics, "We always take my broom cause it's never been beat, and we've never missed yet with the girls we meet!"

James nodded, "Remember that; woman can never resist a man on a broom," he told his son.

"None of the guys go steady 'cause it wouldn't be right, to leave their best girl home now on Saturday night!" Sirius sang, waggling a finger at baby Harry, who tried to snatch it, chortling gleefully.

"I get around!"

"Get around, round, round, I get around!" James sang, holding his son up in the air as Sirius sang and struck poses around the father and son. Harry held out his arms like an airplane, and smiled toothlessly down at his father.

"From town to town,"

"Get around, round, round, I get around!"

"I'm a real cool head!"

"Get around, round, round, I get around!"

"I'm makin' real good bread!"

"Get around, round, round, I get around!"

"I get around!"

"Round!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" They belted out together, smiling at Harry who was still gurgling happily. James tossed Harry gently in the air, elicitng a giddy chirp from his son.

Just then, they spotted Lily by the door way, her expression both mocking and amused.

Both men froze.

Sirius was half kneeling in front of Harry and James, his left hand holding his wand to his mouth like a microphone, and his other pointing up to the ceiling. James deftly caught Harry, and looked at his wife, who had her arms crossed across her chest. The music carried on softly in the background.

Wah wa ooo

Get around, round, round, I get around

Oooo ooo ooo

"James?"

Get around, round, round, I get around

"Yes, Lily, my love?"

Ahh ooo ooo

"You'd better not be 'getting around'."

Get around, round, round, I get around

"Never, love."

With that, she smirked and wandered down the hall, her hips swaying seductively as she went. They could hear her chuckle.

Ahh ooo ooo

Get around, round, round, I get around

James and Sirius looked as each other, grinned, and then turned to Harry, belting out, "Ahh ooo oooooooooo! I GET AROUND!"

A/N: And that's all folks! It took me forever to find a song I liked for the last chapter…and I wasn't even sure what the last one was going to be. And then I heard this song…and the whole story just popped into my head, fully formed!

Remember to review….it means oh-so much to me!

And keep your eyes peeled for (possibly) a Harry and Ginny story, and also I might try my hand at a Hermione and Ron fic. :)

SuperSpy