Padfoot Wants Pringles

A/N: This is just something I wrote when I finished writing chapter 11 to Tainted Blue. I was bored and just started writing.

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Padfoot Wants Pringles

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Sirius Black, ex-convict, ex-Azkaban prisoner, ex-Hogwarts student and newly deemed Guardian of Harry Potter and Flying instructor at Hogwarts was hungry.

He needed some Pringles, now.

He usually couldn't go for more than three days without a can of Pringles…he had become addicted to the Muggle food while on trip in Majorca, where he *accidentally* ran into the Dursleys.

He remembered that experience well, it had been hilarious, and he knew the family wouldn't forget him soon. He snickered at the memory.

But alas, he needed his Pringles.

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Sirius walked outside and down the street of his home towards the nearest store which was only a few blocks away. Harry was still asleep inside.

He hummed as he walked, as he often did when he thought things were going his way.

Which, by this time, something bad would happen.

When Sirius entered the store, he strode back to where the Pringles were usually at, but they weren't there.

He gaped for a moment, the heard a roar outside, he turned to see a large truck with the words "PRINGLES – GOTTA LOVE EM'" on the side.

Screaming, Sirius chased the truck.

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Sirius had been running for a few hours after that truck, it had been riding around in circles throughout the city.

The driver had noticed Sirius, and had taken to slowing down so Sirius could catch up, then when he was within arm distance, speeding back up. He seemed to find this funny, Sirius was think of ways to hex the man.

Sirius continued to run, and turned around to see if anything was behind him.

Big Mistake.

He ran smack dab into the Pringles truck and knocked himself unconscious.

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"Sirius?"

"Padfoot?"

"Mr. Black?"

Three people were crowed around Sirius as he woke. He recognized two immediately – Remus and Harry. The other he didn't.

"Mr. Black…it seems you were umm – knocked unconscious whilst chasing a truck."

"Really," Sirius began, dazed. "Ah, yes! I need Pringles!"

"Err…right…I'll be right back, sir."

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As soon as the door closed, his godson and his lover rounded on him.

"Sirius," Harry began. "You said you wanted Pringles?"

"Yeah."

Remus looked at him. "Padfoot, where did you go to school?"

"Uh, Hogwarts…"

"Did you graduate?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, why didn't you use MAGIC to get the PRINGLES seeing as you're a WIZARD?" The two yelled…obviously they had rehearsed.

"It never occurred to me."

"That's obvious."

"No duh, Sirius!"

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Okay, that was just a stupid little story I had to write…I needed Pringles…