Poll: What should be the title for this?

Author’s note: This fic will be wild. Trust me. Many of the characters will be quite out of character. This is the result of the crazy plots on Yahoo Answers. You may be familiar with that crew. Enjoy!

Warning: Please adjust your snacking habits accordingly, for I will not be responsible for damaged furniture or electronic equipment from laughter-propelled beverages as a result of reading this story.

“James.” She said with a pleading voice.

“Bloody hell! You liked him, that greasy bat. Think of our child, Lily.” James said with a rather melodramatic flair, his hands wildly gestured.

They stood in the kitchen in Godric’s Hollows, their volume extraordinary loud. The village probably had heard them. They failed to notice that their son, Harry, had listened attentively to their heated conversation in the corner.

“Snape love Dumbledore too,” Harry thought, “Wait, I thought Albus is engaged to Sirius.”

Harry stared at his middle aged mother in confusion.

A crash sounded. Alas, James Potter broke the vase.

“You broke my vase again, James Potter!” The fiery red-head stomped to her room, looking more like a petulant teenager than a loving mother.

To be continued…

Note: this is only part of chapter 1; Hermione wrote this.