Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Well, this is another short thing I'm doing. There are going to be four parts to it. Each part is going to be insanely short. They're just random humor-sketches. Something to make you laugh. A few things, though. This is in no way tied to my other Fan Fiction. This is just something that wouldn't leave my head. Ginny is living there. Her and Harry are a couple. It's Sirius, Remus, and Harry's house. That's about all. Just remember: this is my sick twisted humor working overtime. I hold no responsibility to my actions. =^..^= Meow. -Kat
Part One:
Catch Me If You Can
"Bleeding hell, Sirius! Get back here!"
Harry ran down the stairs and out the door towards the garden gate. He glanced over just in time to see Ginny and Remus laughing at him. "Padfoot! Give me back my shoe!" Harry ran towards the door, hobbling. He had been sitting on the bed, putting his shoe on and Sirius is Padfoot form came gallivanting in. He had sighed at the black dog, who cocked his head slightly. The dog had then ran right to the shoe that was in Harry's hand and ran off with it in his mouth.
So, as you can imagine, Harry was currently running after him, screaming his head off. He was running through the garden, with one very wet foot. He had finally reached the dog, who, by all accounts would be laughing, and saw a large newly tossed spot of soil.
"You didn't," Harry looked down at the spot, "my shoe is in that hole?" He yelled at the dog and pointed his finger at the spot. "Get it. NOW!" The dog shook its head 'no.'
"Sirius Black! Get my bloody shoe NOW!" Harry was livid. Ginny and Remus were watching out the window...laughing, of course. Harry closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. "Fine. I'll find another shoe." He stomped off into the kitchen. He looked over at the two standing at the kitchen window.
"Don't you EVER wonder why I hate dogs?" He really did. It had come from the long hatred of the mutt his Aunt Marge had owned.
"Hey," Remus stood, clearly protesting the statement. "I'm a dog! Just because he can't act properly doesn't mean I don't!" He grossed his arms and tapped his foot.
"Remus; you, my friend, are an exception."
"Aw, thanks, Harry! You're too kind!" Remus laughed at Harry, who was rolling his eyes. Harry stomped up the stairs to find another pair of shoes. All of a sudden they heard Harry scream.
"Padfoot! I'm going to kill you!" All of a sudden Sirius ran into the house. He grabbed a piece of toast and slid into the hallway. Remus barely head Sirius yell "Catch me if you can!" Before he ran through the door. A few seconds later they heard Harry pound down the stairs and out the door--wand in hand.
"O, this is going to get ugly," Remus chirped, "I can't wait." Ginny giggled and sat back down in her chair.
"I should get used to this, eh, Remus?"
"This is only the beginning, Gin." Remus chucked and sat back. This was going to be a long morning, he thought, as he watched Sirius run past the window, Harry shortly after. He silently hoped Padfoot had gotten hefty insurance after he had gotten freed.