"I'll keep you my furry little secret, furry little secret,"

"I hate him."

"DON'T TELL ANYONE OR YOU'LL BE JUST ANOTHER REGRET!"

"Oh Merlin and Mordred, not you too, Prongs!"

"JUST ANOTHER REGRET, HOPE THAT YOU CAN KEEP IT, YOUR FURRY LITTLE SECRET!"

"What on earth is going on up here?"

James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black froze in mid-brawl at the sound of a certain red-head's shrill voice. Peter glanced guiltily at Remus, Sirius assumed a nonchalant air, and James jumped up, ruffled his hair in a, supposedly, I-just-got-off-a-broomstick look, and exclaimed,

"Nothing at all, my dearest Lily-flower!"